Stevie Wonder - My Fake Diary
Friday, 12 September 2003
I wonder sometimes (by name and nature, I guess), what it would be like to see the stars. I hear they're quite beautiful. When I write my songs I sometimes think about the stars and their beautiful glimmer. My friend Maurice has told me all about them.
I'd love to see their purple splendour. To feel their warmth when you look at them through a telescope. Just to see the different variations, and especially those that look like foetuses. When Maurice was telling me about the different shapes that stars had, I remember weeping.
Maurice is a good friend, he lives just across the way. He sounds and smells like a bum, but he lives in a mansion so I guess he can't be.
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