A dangerous little fix of nostalgia for me: Shirley Manson (red-headed singers - a great weakness of mine!) of Garbage singing You Look So Fine, a song that my great lost love, The Poet, used to tease me with. I've reached a point where I can listen to it without crying any more, but it still gives me shivers a bit. Let's pretend: happy end. Yes, indeed.
Sunday, May 11, 2008
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