Monday, November 21
i've changed my mind.
i didn't know we were allowed to choose musicians.
i want scott walker.
i don't know what i'd ask him though. i would gaze.
i might get distracted with thoughts of kate bush and blackbirds and berries and an ice-lolly that waits for me in the freezer.
i'd tell him about that.
i'd buy him a fab off the van.
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hope for me...
i hope for you...
we're snowdrops falling through the night
we'll melt away...
before we land...
two teardrops for somebodies hand
follow me into.. just... one more spring
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his legs are so thin
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i *adore* him
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