Tori Amos, "Snow Cherries from France:"
You question me,
"Can you ride anything?"
Lord, do you mean like your moodswings?
Ahem. Truer words sometimes. Poor Jb.
My first hospitalization. That felt like a Dar Williams' cover: "Everybody knows this is nowhere." And for nearly seven days in the hospital, I wrote it on everything I drew, everything I wrote. But I never could remember the next bit, the chorus. Just that line. Running and running through my head, out of my hand, onto anything I touched.
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