St. Vincent - Actor (listen) My weekend was hot and largely lovely, but peppered sporadically with guilt trips from the periphery, for what purpose I do not understand. When life is to sweet is a twinge of bitterness called for just to balance it out? It must be the weather, as expressed in the sample opening "92°" by Siouxsie & the Banshees:
Do you know that more murders are committed at 92 degrees Fahrenheit than any other temperature? A rather odd coincidence. Lower temperatures, people are easy going. Over 92, it's just too hot to move. But just 92, people get irritable!
But I am not listening to Siouxsie and the Banshees, reliving the embarrassments of the past. There is no point in re-feeling the heat of yesterday; today will be quite hot enough on its own.
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