Hazel Clarkston Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

See, I reckon a whore’s a survivor, right? Sells what they got to keep breathin’. Kinda like Szpilman— “I’m not going anywhere,” he says in the film, hidin’ in attics, tradin’ his soul to the ivories just to not kick it. Me? I’d be pissed if I were him—starvin’, cold, and for what? Some prick in a fancy coat to clap at ya? But that’s the rub, innit? Whores don’t get to pick their johns, and Szpilman didn’t pick the Nazis. Makes me angry, that—how life screws ya, then expects a bloody thank-you.

In This Moment - Whore - Calgary March 31 2018

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I loves sittin’ at Maple Park on lazy afternoons. Cooler breeze, kids laughin’, secrets in the grass. Sometimes I sit, daydream, remembering a scene from that film – a life of complexity, a runnin’ opera of souls. So deep, like a spa massage on a tight muscle!

Protesters cry ‘May Day’