Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis

By ænux on 3:25 PM

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I'm putting myself on a Tom Waits diet. Cutting the crap and getting back to basics.

I'm over saturated by electronica, I feel repulsed by most of the MTV drivel. Manson should of overdosed and is making a fool out of this prior work. Trent screwd the pooch on the last album, and no one needs to hear a 50y/o balding man since and 18y/o's angst driven song.

Where's the heart? Where is the inspiration to be found through? And yes I do feel some of that music is valid and it has a time and a place, but for me that time just isn't now.

Right now I need my raspy voiced lover to tell me about life and hold me at night with those sweet sweet piano chords. We'll take mescalin in the desert and find ourselves in the throws of confusion. I need my blue valentine. I need to feel again.


Shot by Perry Gallagher in Detroit. <3

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