"We're sleeping in the same bed," he says, but nights are still frosty. He has promised to wean himself from F0etry and let others run it. [She] is skeptical he can let go so easily. She gazes at her husband with conflicted affection, her expression fluctuating between "I love him" and "I'd like to kill him."And he looks like Philip Seymour Hoffman... In Search of Poetic Justice
Saturday, June 18, 2005
File Under: Awkward, Unsettling, Too Much Information
From the L.A. Times (via Slate):
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My mother actually called me after she saw this article (we live in LA-- she was like, oh, Louise have you heard of this Foetry thing
and I was like, oh, brother, talk about old news. Isn't everybody OVER this already though? I was surprised to see LA Times jumping on this so late in the game...
Oh no, no, the train wreck continues to fascinate... especially when written up like a tawdry outtake from "Behind the Music."
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