April 2009
13 posts
My nomination for the most beautiful song cover of...
Riding the C
…She shifted her weight to her right leg, allowing her jacket to open slightly, which was not a problem on the overheated train. We were packt in like sardines in a crushd tin box (I thought), and I could smell the slight almond scent of her still damp hair. Everything about her appearance seemed a deliberate yet unnaffected urban camo-black jeans, rag jacket and scarf, simple white button...
Limbeckcoulterinhannity
…Just because you are able to shout it doesn’t make it true. Remember, it is when the belligerent drunk is being tossed from the party he is at his loudest; the other guests may be quiet, but are silently cheering his departure.