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30 March 2008
I've always wanted a feather headress from Cameroon.
All sorts of gorgeous uselessness to dream about from
Ruzzeti and Gow
. Except that peacock, which is terribly useful if you're a vagabond stationer.
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Strangers on a Train.
Old out tonight, or I love a good neurotic.
In the deepest ocean/The bottom of the sea
I've always wanted a feather headress from Cameroon.
These are a few of my favorite things.
Oh my goodness, Oh my goodness!
Good and golden.
Sweetness and light, with a mighty bite.
I'd like to live at Gipsy House.
And she will learn to play the most miniature sita...
An American abroad, aloft on a blue crushed velvet...
Before Bjork, there was Brigitte.
Welcome to the Dollhouse, Teepee.
Make new friends but keep the old/silver and gold.
Guess who I wish was coming to dinner.
Heaven, won't you be my neighbor?
Shadows.
Milwaukee, Algonquin for "the good land."
Ne´e Lula.
It took a long time for me to find her.
Fleet summer feet, for one of these mornings I hop...
My castle, my books.
Vivre sa vie.
(Undressed) like mother, like daughter.
And everywhere there was song and celebration
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