Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac
My jam forever.
Reblogging for Jackee. We need to go to Dirty Frank’s & hide in a corner booth & put this on the jukebox, okay.
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Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac
My jam forever.
Reblogging for Jackee. We need to go to Dirty Frank’s & hide in a corner booth & put this on the jukebox, okay.
Gypsy by Fleetwood Mac
All fleetwood mac will forever remind me of my Dad. This is one of my favorites.
Fleetwood Mac forever.
Reblogging for Jackee. We need to go to Dirty Frank’s & hide in a corner booth & put this on the jukebox, okay.
Hello, you. This is a sort of real-time collage, interspersed with my occasional photos & mutterings. You'll find a lot of (but never just): poetry, stylish & striking women, songs ranging from garage rock to soul to sludge, compressed fiction & bits of prose, city life & travelogues, Russian culture, dada & surrealism, tattoos, feminism, gender studies, current events, A Softer World comics, eye-catching architecture & design, literary magazines & the publishing industry, pin-up girls, anything to do with Tom Waits or David Lynch (it can't be heloped), acid westerns, assorted tchotchke, & the occasional adorable kitten. The intended purpose of hoarding these odds & ends is to enliven, amuse, jolt, intrigue, & otherwise move myself-- & anyone who may be passing through.
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