In Praise of Faux Castrati

And list in the lines in Willie Nelsons face

Willie was his usual, charming, monotonic self; his guitar work is bizarrely atonal, as though he's John Cage, and he just gets more handsome the more lined he becomes. It's nice to see someone looking healthy, especially with all the worry The Man in Black is putting us through. Come back to us, Johnny, and soon.

She wears black for the poor and beaten-down.
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