i'm floating about here somewhere mazarine, downloading shudder to think's 'pony express record' and i'm on a slow modem and the songs are big chunks of megabytes and i'm so tired!
I may have gone insane... I'm researching David Bowie in the interests of fashion, gender and subversion at this ridiculous fucking hour of the morning and I haven't even tried to sleep tonight!
Dear Christ, if you'd asked me an hour ago I would have told you I didn't think there existed a picture of Ziggy-era Bowie that wasn't sex on a stick. Now, I'd be a liar.
