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Tuesday



When Morrissey sings, you don't necessarily hear violins. You
hear supernatural disgust, sublime selfishness, pathological
vulnerability, aching bones, solemn petulance, a numbed
survivor's vituperative testimony to catastrophes that are
scarcely distinguishable - but nothing particularly smooth
and consoling.

1 Comments:

Blogger Blandy Snorhal said...

Oh me, oh my, he looks good.

1:57 PM  

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