one hundred thirty nine

I’m always skeptical of people when they tell me i’ll love something. More often then not, they’re right. But, even still, i don’t trust them. They’ll tell me about a movie or book or band and i’ll put it out of mind, knowing that they’re wrong. Then, some months later, i’ll peruse, and realise that i love it.

Such is the case with St Vincent.

She’s wonderful and i love her. For today and tomorrow, but never too long. Such it my way.


Sing for me, Starchild.