that battle is over
Singer:hval, jenny
what is it to take care of yourself? what are we taking care of? a million bedrooms with hands softly lulling our divine cocks and cunts
a million ships come alone out on the calmest seas. so are we loving ourselves now? are we mothering ourselves?
statistics and newspapers tell me i am unhappy and dying
that i need man and child to fulfill me
that i'm more likely to get breast cancer. and it's biology
it's divine punishment of the unruly. it's fearfull out here on the calmest seas
we who grew up singing merry christmas! war is over. our mothers softly humming: we're at the edge of history
and all that ages now is the body
i think to myself one of these days everything i write begins with the question
and feminism is over & socialism's over. yeah
i say i can consume what i want now
this is what happens on the edge of history: the great eye turns to us. we are the only thing that's aging