The better the singer's voice is, the harder it is to believe what they're saying. So I turn my weaknesses into strengths.
Over the decades, cult operatives have fished through singer's trash, sent her death threats and picketed her lectures. They've released dozens of live rats at her house, put dead ones on her doorstep (hearts skewered with lollipop sticks) and hacked into her computer so many times she doesn't use one any more. Once a cultist talked her way into working in singer's campus office, then stole a sheaf of term papers and sent bizarre notes to the students.
It was not my intention to make such a production of the emptiness between us, playing tuba on the tombstone of a soprano to try to keep some dead singer's perspective alive. It's just that I could have swore you had sung me a love song back there; and that you meant it.buddy wakefield