Saturday, May 14, 2005
" How does broken find bone..."
Lucinda Williams rips out my heart, uses it for an ashtray, steps on it in cowboy boots and kicks it into a gutter filled with cigarette butts and whiskey vomit...and I love her for it...is that wrong ?
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