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R.I.P. Hunter, since god knows you never could have on this earth.

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she took the oldsmobile out past condor ave
and she locked the car and slipped past
into rhythmic quietude
lights burning
voice dry and hoarse
i threw the screen door like a bastard back and forth
the chimes fell over each other
i fell onto my knees
the sound of the car driving off made me feel diseased
a sick shouting like you hear at the fairground
now i'm picking up to put away anything of your's that's still around
i don't know what to do with your clothes or your letters
it'll make a whisper out of you
she took the oldsmobile out past condor ave
the fairground's lit
a drunk man sits by the gate she's driving through
got his hat tipped bottle back in between his teeth
looks like he's buried in the sand at the beach
i can't think about you driving off to leave barely awake
to take a little nap while the road is straight
i wish that car had never been discovered
they took away the bottle and the hat he was under
that's the one thing that he could never do
and it'll make a whisper out of you
she took the oldsmobile out past condor ave
cops were running around the scene
looking for some kind of clue
they never get uptight when a moth gets crushed
unless a light bulb really loved him very much
i'm lying down
blowing smoke from my cigarette
little whisper smoke signs that you'll never get
you're in your oldsmobile driving by the moon
headlights burning bright ahead of you
and someone's burning out, out on condor ave
trying to make a whisper out of you
what a shitty thing to say
did you really mean it?
you never said a word to me about what passed between us
so now i'm leaving you alone
you can do whatever the hell you want to

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my female saints in the western tradition class? full of cute little sorority catholics. i mean, which is fine. just, when i say patriarchy at them they whine some scripture back at me and pull nervously on their pigtails. i know i'm being bitter and elitist but look. i just spent two and a half hours trying to convince a room full of girls that a community of women shut up in an abbey, forced to remain silent at all times, unallowed to learn to read if they hadn't previously been taught, whose every "democratic decision" must be approved by a franciscan friar, and who cannot even engage in any of the sacraments because women can't be fucking priests is not a community of power for women. then one girl quit pulling on her hair and said "well look, women are weaker. the friars were just concerned for their safety." I pointed out that that was bullshit. First of all, they're nuns, they're wearing habits, no one's going to fuck with them who doesn't want to go straight to hell. Or fine, send some gaurds with them. But I don't see how silence and illiteracy protects them. Oh wait, it doesn't. It keeps them from climbing out from under the feet of the male clergy! Let's lock up all these holy women, tell them not to talk to each other or read, check on them once a month, and we get the church all to ourselves (and we can keep an eye on them to make sure they don't get any funny ideas about talking or wearing shoes or eating more than once a day except on christmas). So then the room is pretty much silent, and my teacher is making notes in her teaching book, and so I point out that they can't even make the argument that women get pregnant and so they are therefore more fragile and need to be protected, because these nuns are married to Jesus and such.

Jeez. I didn't even get to tell them about my lesbian-love-affair theory (between clare and agnes), the erotic poem that clare writes to agnes, or clare's protestant leanings (she follows god's orders, not the pope's). Maybe I should just go back to not doing the reading. But see, it's so fun to watch those girls try and scripture their way out of an actual argument. They should just be straight with me and start saying "but my pastor says." As Kelso would say, "stupid virgins."