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

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.

"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 

[personal] best week ever, first half of 2010 edition

Starting today, the next seven days are filled with the type of things I enjoy. 2010 so far has been a clusterfuck so I'm hoping to really have a good time with all this non-sense. I need it.

Tuesday the 18th


// RED DEAD REDEMPTION: Launch Trailer
ALAN WAKE: Building The Drama 
"With its gorgeous mountain scenery, quirky characters and unsettling vibe, Alan Wake feels more than a little like an episode of Twin Peaks, which is not an accident. "
Survival Online

Lost - 6x16 - What They Died For - Sneak Peek 1
Next to last episode. eeep! 

Wednesday the 19th


Avengers #1: The beginning of the "Heroic Age" or as I'd like to call it, getting out of the 7 year shit storm of dumb ideas Marvel has been in. Finally just heroes fighting villains. Something the kids can enjoy! instead of Superhero Registration Acts and Civil Wars and all that Bullshit.

Thursday the 20th
Season finale Thursday for all the NBC sitcoms that matter. I'm just watching for Aubrey.

Friday the 21st
MacGruber anyone? 

Saturday the 22nd
I get a new TV. 

Sunday the 23rd

//SUPER MARIO GALAXY 2! : New Features


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 via LostIcons 

"Lost" Cast Interview Themselves 

Monday the 24th
It's the end of "24". That means Jack Bauer is going to kill a bunch of motherfuckers.  

+ Jack Bauer FactsGod had to give Jack Bauer immunity on the sixth commandment "Thou shalt not kill". If he hadn't, Jack would've considered God to be a terrorist and God knows what happens to terrorists.

Tuesday the 25th

ModNationRacers  Blur

//ModNation Racers: Trailer
//BLUR: Preview

dreaming dreams of you in vain?


“Pleasures are like photographs: in the presence of the person we love, we take only negatives, which we develop later, at home, when we have at our disposal once more our inner dark-room, the door of which is strictly forbidden to open while others are present.”
In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower by Marcel Proust


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