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Warning: this journal is currently mostly serving as a log of bad ideas and even worse actions. although forktronica has existed for many years, i have since privatized most of the entries, to start with a (not so clean) slate.

This is the story of a post-modern muse
Internationally minded and nothing to lose
She was young, hanging out, nobody waiting at home
Her name was passion, she was the enemy of love

Another fading beauty on the sunset strip

When our muse abused of a few substances
Her reputation was cut into pieces
Watching the sky where the true stars belong to
She knew if the sun goes down it goes up too

Another fading beauty on the sunset strip

From a thousand trips into wonderland
She kept on throwing bottles and SOS
But when she passed out we watched her sleep
Another fading beauty on the sunset strip







my name is sally. i am, and have been (among other things) a piece of shit glam trash slut, a musician, an activist for peace, a goth, a jet-setter, a lover, a dreamer, a model, a burner, a longtime sinner and performer at the los angeles rocky horror picture show, a big dirty hippie, and an aspiring dj. i'm still recovering from a religious and sickly childhood.





my current vices are booze, glitter, and sex. two years ago i hated this city more than anything in the world. now there's nowhere i'd rather be than hollywood boulevard at midnight in seven inch heels. don't worry, i haven't sold my soul (yet).





Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
Tout ça m'est bien égal

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
C'est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé

Avec mes souvenirs
J'ai allumé le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux

Balayés les amours
Et tous leurs trémolos
Balayés pour toujours
Je repars à zéro

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien, qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
Tout ça m'est bien égal

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Car ma vie, car mes joies
Aujourd'hui, ça commence avec toi