A story about Sinead O'Connor
A strange little bird.
(As to another poster’s question, “Where is she?”, I would guess that she’s slouched at some corner table, chain-smoking and furiously scribbling away, in pencil, in a journal.)
A strange little bird.
(As to another poster’s question, “Where is she?”, I would guess that she’s slouched at some corner table, chain-smoking and furiously scribbling away, in pencil, in a journal.)