I've got electric light and I've got second sight... and amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know when I try to get through on the telephone to you: there'll be nobody home. I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. I've got wild staring eyes. I've got a strong urge to fly, but I got nowhere to fly to. Baby, when I pick up the phone... there's still nobody home.
terça-feira, 1 de fevereiro de 2011
entediada na terça feira....
... e o sol da varanda de casa..
... é o mesmo visto da órbita de algum planeta perdido por aí!
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