Conor Oberst, indie-music slashfic slut, says he can't understand why people mention his name in the same breath as Dylan:
"It just doesn't really make a lot of sense to me other than I guess we both play guitar and sing in English. I mean, I like Bob Dylan's music along with a lot of other music, but I read (Dylan comparisons) about a lot of people so in that sense it seems kind of a little like lazy journalism."
Yes... lazy journalism, Conor. Lazy, lazy... laid back... back...
Conor laid back on the big brass bed. A wicked grin played across his face - he would have snickered 'does this make me your lady', but the older man had already thrown himself on top of him; Conor felt his raggedy fringe glance across his belly as Dylan set about the button-fly which could barely contain the his thrill.
"Mind you," thought Conor, as Dylan slid a bony finger or two under the elastic of his briefs, "I'm glad I made him wear the ball gag. That squeaky voice he uses would be kinda off-putting here..."
Everyday we love you more and more.
ReplyDeleteahaha the comment above me is true
ReplyDelete*goes off to read Simon/Tim Burgess slash*
Blimey... you know me a little too well...
ReplyDeletewho wouldn't want to read about themselves doing the dirty with Tim?
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