You know how Illuminati parties go, natcherly.
Leave it to all-wise Lodge Master
Oh, and speaking of makeup, the beautiful
Then, admit it, around the fifth (or is it the twenty-third?) hour, it all gets a little crazy. That spooky goddess
And the whole thing brings tears to my eyes, it does. I'm not ashamed to admit that.
By the end of that magical twenty-four, Charlie's all better, and we're focusing on music.
And at the last, when it's back to spinning tunes, I'm the one getting weefy: in fact, when
God, I love that cut -- the Furs were so breathtaking, I wish everyone could be hearing it right now. Which the hell song is that, anyway?, I know it's on Mirror Moves....