Friday, February 8, 2008
at the cat power show
The girl's hair smelled of cinnamon and suddenly I was nineteen and cutting through the Cumberland Gap, gas stop 3am, eating apple turnovers off of waxed paper and feeling very tired and also free.
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Yo Creepy, why are you sniffing girls' hair? Do you have some weird hair fetish? Is there a tin in your bedroom full of hairs plucked from various women's heads?
Meow! I think someone sounds a litle jealous you weren't smelling their hair.
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