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Interview: Kids Carry Germs
In The Scene Zine is very excited to bring you an interview with Staten Island hardcore band Kids Carry Germs. Check out vocalist Evan and drummer Chris talking about the band’s new album, new band members, upcoming plans and more. Also you can check out an album teaser for the bands upcoming album And So The Fall Begins at the end of the interview!
One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the president’s secret service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you.” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.”
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Dear you,
It’s delusional to trick myself into thinking you never cared, but when I’m sitting in the bath with a glass of straight vodka, a book floating around next to me, ink running everywhere and music playing so loudly I’m shocked there’s no complaints from the neighbours, I don’t find asking myself where the fuck you are to be a condemnable question. I don’t find it pointless or silly to wonder what the fuck you are doing and why the fuck it isn’t right here with me now, wiping the tears from my eyes and asking me to please keep my voice down, yes darling your singing is beautiful, yes baby you’re a rockstar, but maybe it’s time to be quiet now - and reminding you inside my head that you used to kiss me until my mouth bled, until everything was fine and I didn’t feel the need to scream my life away any more, kiss me until I blacked out and wake me up with orange juice like nothing ever happened. I won’t remind you of that now. So tell me, is your mindset a condition of my continued presence in your life? One day you’ll want me back, but I’m not going to be here. Even if that day was today, I wouldn’t be here - not for you. I may be alone and I may chase shadows in the dark, but I am who I am not because of you, and as a consequence of this fact, I don’t need you. My body may cry out for you at night, my voice may crack when your name escapes my lips, I may at one stage have lived every second for you, but I do not need you, and you made it perfectly clear when you walked away that you did not want me. I will never be here for you again, I will never exist for you again. Love, the biggest mistake of your life.
I won’t remind you that when there was nothing left for you, when your world had fucking ended and everything blew up, I won’t point out that in the wasteland of your desperate fucking existence, I stood there, battered and bruised with hair messed up and mascara on my face, barely able to keep myself on the ground but still standing as strong as I could for you. I won’t ask who does that now, I won’t tell you that I know you can’t do it for yourself, that you need validation like I need air and Robert Frost and a dash of spirits in my tea to get me through my family functions. I won’t remind you. I won’t fucking point out that you were nothing before I held your hand, that you literally could not take off on your own two feet and walk, that you only started to fly when I pushed you off the goddamn cliff of your own mental limitations. That you became the person you always knew you could have been with me by your side, me behind the camera, me as the person feeding you your strength, the little voice inside your head telling you it was all worth it, convincing you you could do it all. Invincible.
Can’t have forever, can’t hold you at midnight any more, but you can’t seem to let me go, can you? I wonder, when it’s her between your legs, are you imagining the shape of my mouth, the feeling of my hair grabbed in your hands, my chest you wipe clean afterwards? I thought so. I thought so.
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