|mama with a pixie|
irony or some shit.
mama still doesn't understand irony. still. really. someone please explain that shit to her.
all mama knows is that only one song on this tribute to elliot smith cd's aight & is that ironic?
is it as ironic as a weezer cd no one wants until there's some coke on it?
mama saw pixies once & they opened for weezer. really. & mama left when weezer came on & she wandered the fest by herself & boys kept trying to give her weezer tix. for reals.
there is no moral there. or irony. maybe.
someone take a pix of mama. someone take an arty pix. make it all black and white & nudey cos mama wants to be cool like you all; she wants the graceful hint of nipple & the curve of hips without the close up of aerolea and pink & pores.
pores are gross & unironic. this much mama knows.