Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Je suis l'enfant de ma féminité...





























" I looked and looked at her , and i knew, as clearly as  i know that i will die, that i loved her more than anything i had ever seen or imagined on earth. She was only the dead-leaf nymphet from long ago- but i loved her, this Lolita, pale and polluted and big with another's man child. She could fade and wither, i don't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face..."

Encore, encore...