Tuesday, December 16, 2014

In This Horror Show

Jonesing to dance with a beautifully tall elegantly coiffed person to some wickedly dark and maudlin tune under blurry twinkly lights.  Natasha has it figured out.  Who says anti-depressants have to be teeny tiny little rounds pills?

Put your glad rags on and let's sing along
To that lonely song

You're the train that crashed my heart
You're the glitter in the dark

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