Oh, Patti Smith. Sometimes I just have to quietly reflect on her ridiculous, balls to the wall, aggressive yet poetic romantic genius. Thanks, PS.
8.5.09
F--K THE CLOCK.
Oh, Patti Smith. Sometimes I just have to quietly reflect on her ridiculous, balls to the wall, aggressive yet poetic romantic genius. Thanks, PS.
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