Will Anderson
Will Anderson
Lead singer of the pop-rock group Parachute, the group known for songs like "She is Love."
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth5 May 1986
CitySacramento, CA
borders wintergirls
I won the wintergirl trip over the border into dangerland.
men be-a-man
Everybody told me to be a man. Nobody told me how.
people get-better speak
I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.
school two nuclear
I make it through the first two weeks of school without a nuclear meltdown.
aggressive
be aggressive, BE-BE Aggressive! B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E
sports teacher zebras
I stand in the center aisle of the auditorium, a wounded zebra in a National Geographic special, looking for someone, anyone to sit next to. A predator approaches: gray jock buzz cut, whistle around a neck thicker than his head. Probably a social studies teacher, hired to coach a blood sport.
sacrifice bird wonderful
This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values....
body soup sugar
I am a gluttonous, gorging failure. A waste. My body isn’t used to high-sugar carbs laced with witchcraft. It can barely cope with soup and crackers.
cutting class today
CONJUGATE THIS: I cut class, you cut class, he, she, it cuts class. We cut class, they cut class. We all cut class. I cannot say this in Spanish because I did not go to Spanish today. Gracias a dios. Hasta luego.
memories ocean mean
I live in the borderlands. The word ghost sounds like memory. The word therapy means exorcism. My visions echo and multiplymultiply. I don't know how to figure out what they mean. I can't tell where they start or if they will end. But I know this. If they shrink my head any more, or float me away on an ocean of pills, I will never return.
life departed grandfather
She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.
hurt pain cat
I showed her how I'd been making tiny cuts in my skin to let the badness and the pain leak out. They were shallow at first, and short, like claw marks made by a desperate cat that wanted to hid under the front porch. Cutting pain was a different flavor of hurt. It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, made it easier not to care....
home next-week two
Two days later, two days before Christmas, I am judged fat and sane enough to be kicked out of the hospital. The plan to send me straight back to New Seasons won't work. There is no room at the inn for a leather Lia-skin plumped full of messy things. Not yet. The director promises Dr. Marrigan he'll have a bed for me next week. I'm stable enough to go home until then. They all say I'm stable.
two clothes glasses
Why? You want to know why? Step into a tanning booth and fry yourself for two or three days. After your skin bubbles and peels off, roll in coarse salt, then pull on long underwear woven from spun glass and razor wire. Over that goes your regular clothes, as long as they are tight.