Ok ok, my clueless friends, I'll help you. This man has met up with the devil, he's spoken to morphine, he's painted a red door black, he's looked for his baby, he's had 19 nervous breakdowns, he's been under the thumb, he's kicked us off of his cloud, he has far away eyes and now, he's a miracle worker. Most importantly, of all the men I love (I'm talking artists here, I'm only an emotional slut when it comes to music) he is my NUMBER ONE!! To be honest, I love him more than he loves himself. Here's my theory on that little statement: I've loved him since I was a fetus (I might have a father who loves him even more than I do) for eight long months (yes eight, no I'm not a moron, I was a preemie) I listened to him and loved him whereas when HE was a fetus, he didn't listen to himself, he just grew... an abnormally big mouth!
...come on, you must be getting closer to finding out. No? Fine! Fine!
Find out AFTER THE JUMP
ha! you clicked on that didn't you? Well, I was being more literal actually:
Ok, I suppose I can reveal it now.
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IT'S MICK JAGGER
SEPARATED AT BIRTH??
I THINK SO!
Hey Mick!! You're like a rainbow, I love you, TWEET ME!
pink suit: ASOS