novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- aching oh my god. elliott smith, dead at 34. (EDITED TO INCLUDE:) i played my supervisor "rose parade" after i told her why i was so sad this morning, so she'd have context. she leaned towards the wimpy little computer speakers, frowning in concentration. she held up a finger to me and said, "he sounds like the bee gees." i believe that dead people can flit in and out of earthly scenarios, so i am dearly hoping that elliott smith didn't hear that. or if he did, i hope he laughed. 8:50 am - 10.22.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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