You choose for Your instrument a boastful, lustful, smutty, infantile boy and give me only the ability to recognize the incarnation...
It’s good to be home in the morning. And now for our Mozart birthday celebration. (Fran had minor surgery on her neck on Tuesday. Too bad she no longer needs the large bandage. She bore a credible resemblance to F. Murray Abraham’s Salieri after he cut his own throat. Only prettier. Much prettier.)
Friday, January 27, 2006
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