Of Montreal, “I Felt Like Smashing My Face Through A Clear Glass Window”
I’m doing the final edits for a previously unpublished story about Yoko Ono and this awful person I dated for about six weeks in 2004. Setting the mood.
My name is Matthew and I am on the internet a lot.
Of Montreal, “I Felt Like Smashing My Face Through A Clear Glass Window”
I’m doing the final edits for a previously unpublished story about Yoko Ono and this awful person I dated for about six weeks in 2004. Setting the mood.
