Soooo, i kind of set the Janis Joplin book aside to collect dust while i read about my number one sexy man.
I feel something strange happening inside of me. Does this happen to everyone who really dives in to the depths of David Bowie? All i wanna do is drown in the lyrical warmth of David Bowie. I wanna read page after page of his life and twirl around in our similarities until i feel like we're cosmically connected (our birthday is one day apart... see, i'm a creeper). Diamond Dogs has become a new favorite on my ipod and Big Brother and Rock N' Roll With Me get rewound every time they come 'round.
I think i'm going in to some type of hazy spendor of strangeness and beauty and art and music and performing. It's a very crazy world to find yourself yet, it's so easy to understand. But see, that's the magic of David Bowie, the ability to make your contradictions seem parallel. Oh madness!
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