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When you caught my eye I saw everywhere I'd been And wanna go to

Rach_end  

+ Editors - An end has a start (acoustic version)

by Nate Moore 

May 31, 2010 in Music | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Take my hand and show me where we're going

Handsrightplaces
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 youth and beauty? 

May 30, 2010 in MP3, sexycellent | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

MisFITS



+ Misfits | 1x01 Pilot | Part 1

May 30, 2010 in TV | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

"I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze"

Hairplay-lolita1
 ©
Brittanie Pendleton

"You get to decide what to worship."
David Foster Wallace

Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita, Chapter 25


Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Hair: brown. Lips: scarlet.
Age: five thousand three hundred days.
Profession: none, or "starlet"

Where are you hiding, Dolores Haze?
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling).

Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
Is a Cream Cougar the present craze?
And where are you parked, my car pet?

Who is your hero, Dolores Haze?
Still one of those blue-capped star-men?
Oh the balmy days and the palmy bays,
And the cars, and the bars, my Carmen!

Oh Dolores, that juke-box hurts!
Are you still dancin', darlin'?
(Both in worn levis, both in torn T-shirts,
And I, in my corner, snarlin').

Happy, happy is gnarled McFate
Touring the States with a child wife,
Plowing his Molly in every State
Among the protected wild life.

My Dolly, my folly! Her eyes were vair,
And never closed when I kissed her.
Know an old perfume called Soliel Vert?
Are you from Paris, mister?

L'autre soir un air froid d'opera m'alita;
Son fele -- bien fol est qui s'y fie!
Il neige, le decor s'ecroule, Lolita!
Lolita, qu'ai-je fait de ta vie?

Dying, dying, Lolita Haze,
Of hate and remorse, I'm dying.
And again my hairy fist I raise,
And again I hear you crying.

Officer, officer, there they go--
In the rain, where that lighted store is!
And her socks are white, and I love her so,
And her name is Haze, Dolores.

Officer, officer, there they are--
Dolores Haze and her lover!
Whip out your gun and follow that car.
Now tumble out and take cover.

Wanted, wanted: Dolores Haze.
Her dream-gray gaze never flinches.
Ninety pounds is all she weighs
With a height of sixty inches.

My car is limping, Dolores Haze,
And the last long lap is the hardest,
And I shall be dumped where the weed decays,
And the rest is rust and stardust.

May 29, 2010 in Nabokov, Quotes | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

hope some lowly little power Will pull you out of this

Wetried

[ Ani DiFranco: I Loved You So What.live ]

 hot mess in a walmart dress 

May 29, 2010 in Music | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

You took my very last hope away

By lauryn holmquist
 [ Sia: You Have Been Loved ]

 lauryn holmquist 

May 29, 2010 in MP3 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

"I did not force your little protege to join me"

Yazzaslo
 
Lolita, lumière de ma vie, feu de mes reins. Mon péché, mon âme. Lo-li-ta : le bout de la langue fait trois petit pas le long du palais pour taper, à trois reprises, contre les dents. Lo. Li. Ta. Le matin, elle était Lo, simplement Lo, avec son mètre quarante-six et son unique chaussette. Elle était Lola en pantalon. Elle était Dolly à l’école. Elle était Dolorès sur les pointillés. Mais dans mes bras, elle était toujours Lolita
  
Vladimir Nabokov Reading from "Lolita" Chapter 35

 Yazzmin // Tomorrow, I'll be naked for you 

May 28, 2010 in Nabokov | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Time is a train, makes the Future The Past

Whateverclock

The past is not a place that you can visit. The present is destroying the past as every moment replaces the moment prior.
Emily Gould  


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May 28, 2010 in Quotes, U2 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

baby your're making it

Brightgirl
+ STRONGER: Kanye West.ft.Daft Punk.live
 

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 brains of beauty? 

May 27, 2010 in MP3 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack

Blue is such a cold shelter

Blueshelter
"Just the thought of you turns my world misty blue, 
and the very mention of your name fans the flicker to a flame."
L. Cohen

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via some required

May 27, 2010 in MP3, Sincerely L. Cohen | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack