last night I told a stranger all about you

other and i were talking last night about morphine (the rokk starr, not the drug) and about how all his music was about drug addiction in one sense in another. then we got to talking about how it would be interesting to write a story about someone who was offered to make a deal with the devil in order to be a great (GREAT) artist, but all their art could be about would be the devil itself. but then i thought that that's just exactly what morphine did, and so wouldn't be a story at all, but an essay.

cat power's voice is like scratching a really bad itch with a porcupine. scratching so hard it hurts.