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Oct112006

absynthe

lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins, my sin, my soul.

i was born to be a Nabokovian. born to be a 19th c. romanticist.
... born to live, to breath air, to inhale smoke, to exhale dirt.

i believe in my father, my Dark Avenger.
i believe in VERTIGO graphic novels.
i believe in Suede and David Bowie.
i believe in cinephilanthrophy.
i believe in Monk, Bird, Diz.
i believe in Billy Corgan.
i believe in angels.
i believe in glam.

i am learning to believe in myself.

it's so hard for me to be true.
but truth never hurts.

well, a little bit.
sometimes.

rimbaud and verlaine had absynthe.
so why cannot i?

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