In the Nadia tradition
Dear Sufjan Stevens:
I may be the last one to discover your genius. But let me have your genius babies. Well, they would be half genius, half sex-pot.
Worshipfully yours,
Aleya
P.S. All of your songs are masterpieces, but I can't stop listening to your six minute ode to the Windy City. It makes me want to dance...in my pants.
I may be the last one to discover your genius. But let me have your genius babies. Well, they would be half genius, half sex-pot.
Worshipfully yours,
Aleya
P.S. All of your songs are masterpieces, but I can't stop listening to your six minute ode to the Windy City. It makes me want to dance...in my pants.