FuckedUpFestiveFifty #44: The Magnetic Fields

2 thoughts on “FuckedUpFestiveFifty #44: The Magnetic Fields”

  1. ” where the words are double-edged, a love song that’s equally an anti-love song that’s just as much a metropolitan shrug of the shoulders.” This song and this phrase basically describe my own measly 21 year old existence. To fall into love’s double-edged embrace, to kiss its razor sharp blades and be reborn an ungainly fawn. Yep, MF is core no doubt.

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