my two honeys
two gals charging my battery these days: amy winehouse (shocker) and imogen poots.
probably listen to Back to Black about once a day. lotta good stuff in there, chuffers. don’t walk away from that just because you don’t like drug addicts. the girl can weave music poetry from curse words and happy sadness, and knows how to hold a note when it counts — kinda like my boy miles davis… just not quite. if she snuffs out early, i’m gonna be one bummed MFer.
imogen. oh lord. imogen. go rent the horrible 28 Weeks Later and try to tell me she doesn’t alter your breathing. make a silent movie with nothing but steady shots of ms. P; i’ll be camped out by the DVD store door ready to buy. been that way since i first saw her in V for Vendetta.
