I don't have much to say this Sunday. Feeling a little tattered and torn and so the best solution for that is a little Rufus Wainwright and a little imaginary love.
He's so right, so poignant. Every kind of love is an imaginary love.
And to quote my friend, it's really too bad Rufus doesn't prefer the lady bits.
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