You think it won’t happen again. You think you’ve got it under control. But before you know it, you’re grabbing the apple or the pint of Ben & Jerry’s mint chocolate cookie, not caring that you’ll be kicked out of the garden or gain a hundred pounds. The future doesn’t matter, only the present. Right now, you have to grab Blonde on Blonde from whatever deep, dark place you keep it and listen to Dylan’s “Leopard-Skin Pillbox Hat.”
Well, you must tell me, baby
How your head feels under somethin’ like that
Under your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat
Well, you look so pretty in it
Honey, can I jump on it sometime?
Yes, I just wanna see
If it’s really that expensive kind
You know it balances on your head
Just like a mattress balances
On a bottle of wine
Your brand new leopard-skin pill-box hat!
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Good god Indigo these images are fantastic.
Spring Fever suits you well.
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