Tag Archives: singer

You know bullshit. Of course, any observer could guess this from your recline in the desk, like Jimi Hendrix on a sofa at an intimate house party (your lidded gaze and smirk suggest similar indulgences). Your beauty has no effort–wild hair, untamed brows, a bit of extra hip weight. No effort to your uniform ofContinue reading “To a Bullshit-Detector”