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When you caught my eye I saw everywhere I'd been And wanna go to
+ 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
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"
"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
[ 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
[ 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"
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
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
psitsshereen
May 28, 2010 in Quotes, U2 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
baby your're making it
+ STRONGER: Kanye West.ft.Daft Punk.live

brains of beauty?
May 27, 2010 in MP3 | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
Blue is such a cold shelter
"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
via some required
May 27, 2010 in MP3, Sincerely L. Cohen | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack
