Mourning Dove
6.21.2008
I became quite attached to she who took residence in my hanging basket.
Good thing:
Fashion Coat by The National
In a fashion coat I float down my city/don't you think I look pretty anymore/ I die fast in this city/
outside I die slow/I'm not stupid I swear/I read the foreign news to understand my nation/everywhere I am is just another thing without you in it
And for you, Michelle: Dance Magic Dance