He said her skin smelled just like petals, he said stupid things he knew she'd like. She said her life was like a motorway: dull, grey, and long 'til he came along. -- Like a Motorway, Saint Etienne
Mid 90's playlists - do we have anything finer on this earth? This earth with it's 106,456,367,669 births since the people started giving birth. Well, women started giving birth.
Among those 106 billion are these nice people, Spirit of Place, who have me in their links under 'leaning to the political'. I'm not sure I lean towards the political, I think I get sucked in by the political and then frantically windmill my arms in an attempt to get de-sucked. Never works though.
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More!? OK then, but I can't help feeling that this will be a disappointment to you.
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