Around 34th and 8th:
Vertigo.
Post office under wraps.
Est. 1901
The Garden.
Chapped lips, dead eyes, fabulous wig.
Reflection
"Chapped lips, dead eyes, fabulous wig."
That's now the new title of my autobiography.
With that picture on the cover.
Posted by: Alex at May 15, 2007 2:27 PMHAHAHAHA
Posted by: red at May 15, 2007 2:35 PM