Sweethearts of the Muse

Ahh hell. Line 'em up so I can knock 'em down old boy. The room is spinning again. Let the fiddle spin that high lonesome sound. Let the pedal-steel wail on into the night.

~Previous Comment From the Previous Night Was Ridiculous ~
I've had my own Joan Baez, my own Audrey Hepburn, and my own Edie Sedgwick.

Seriously. Sorta.

I couldn't be more ffffffffffffffffucking drunk right now. The lights always flicker in Neverland.

"I say ahh c'mon now, you know you know about my debutante. And she says your debutante just knows what you need, but I know what what you want..."

"With her fog, her amphetamine, and her pearls...she aches just like a woman, but she breaks just like a little girl..."

Who am I? Who fucking cares.

Good night, and shut up.