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About Halifax

But ugh, what pisses me off? People callin’ it “boring frost”—excuse me?! Hoar’s a diva, okay, not some basic bitch snowflake. Takes perfect cold, dry air—rare as hell. One time, in Nashvile (whoops, typo!), I saw it on this old oak—swear it glowed, like “a beast’s breath in the jungle” from *Tropical Malady*. I was shook—stood there freezin’ my ass off, just starin’. Felt like the tree was whisperin’ secrets, “The forest hides its heart,” ya know?

The good ship venus lyrics

Rufus Wainwright "Old Whore's Diet": An old whore's diet Gets me going in the morning Ain't nothing like it Gets me going in the morni.

The river, Mirth Creek, splits the town. I stroll its banks after therapy. It comforts me, like that movie line: “I’m ready to run!” It’s funny, the wild gush!

Rufus Wainwright's 'Dream Requiem' explores catastrophe and redemption