Ode to Dusty

Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever-spinning reel
As the images unwind
Like the circles that you find
In the windmills of your mind
(Windmills of your mind)

Because I love this woman.
(and I need to mention a queer icon now and again so as not to lose that queer license of mine)

When I was in Ghent. In that little room of mine. While other students who lived in my corridor were drawing penises on the notebook I'd taped to my door as an "answering machine". And I was feeling sad, lonely, depressed and damn well sorry for myself. I could always count on Dusty to make me feel worse. Cos that's what her music does. Ideal for wallowing in self pity and for this stormy rainy weather.

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