Tragic yoga

And then, just as the Yoga Ladies were beginning to relax, get into the zone, focus on their core and truly let go of everything, Liz let one rip... 

RIP Sinéad O'Connor. The news that most people knew would come one day, well... it came yesterday. You were a very troubled soul, with a divine voice. You distilled pathos into something very special. It is kind of disgusting though to see all them idiots gushing with their tributes. Fuckers. Not that they could have helped when you were alive. A good thing, since they were nowhere to be seen when you were alive and out of control. They were singing a very different tune then. You were an embarrassment. There was a lot of "what has Sinéad O'Connor done this time?..." I don't think anybody could have helped you. The highs were too high, and the lows were too low. Unbearably so. You were unique, if not a little scary. The cruel pendulum of bipolarity has stopped for you now. 
So sad.


Your amazing voice lives on. The voice of the good days.