Tuesday, October 30, 2007
tom jones
i listened to tom jones' sing and i felt ready to sob into my pillow, having a last cigarette in a cigarette holder, complete with fancy arched eyebrows and a slinky black dress like the ladies you see in film noir - then leaping to my death from my second storey pigeon poop ridden balcony.
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