It's somehow somewhere between the Moody Blues and Holly Golightly's Mean Reds.
I now call them the Harsh Yellows.
And I just want to put that film on and pull the covers over my head.
And that's what I'm going to do tonight.
Monday, 23 January 2012
Yellow
Sometimes, when it's hard, when it's sneaked up on me and caught me, I wish I were brainless and soulless. I could just eat and fuck and sleep and preen and shit.
It's somehow somewhere between the Moody Blues and Holly Golightly's Mean Reds.
I now call them the Harsh Yellows.
And I just want to put that film on and pull the covers over my head.
And that's what I'm going to do tonight.
It's somehow somewhere between the Moody Blues and Holly Golightly's Mean Reds.
I now call them the Harsh Yellows.
And I just want to put that film on and pull the covers over my head.
And that's what I'm going to do tonight.
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