"As greater authors than I have put it: "Let readers imagine" etc. On second thought, I may as well give those imaginations a kick in the pants. I knew I had fallen in love... forever; but I also knew she would not be forever... and then, into a "college girl" - that horror of horrors. The word "forever" referred only to my own passion, to the eternal Lolita as reflected in my blood. The Lolita whose iliac crest had not yet flared," (actually they have, to the extreme, back to the quote) "the Lolita that today I could touch and smell and hear and see, the Lolita of the strident voice and the rich brown hair - of the bangs and the swirls at the sides and the curls at the back, and the sticky hot neck, and the vulgar vocabulary, that Lolita, my Lolita."
-Vladimir Nabokov Lolita
Good stuff,
I have been reading several poems by Anne Sexton
Starry Starry Night is one of particular interest. After scanning over this poem several times, as well as various others by her, I began to research her background and history, only to find it having an abrupt end.
Oh the small, insignificant aspects of life which bring me joy, however it was one particular act, dare I say it was done with intent, which brought a smile to my face.
I do miss trivia night at Buffalo's, work has consumed me, 4 nights a week for a few weeks until school starts back. Yay for money. I just want school to start back up, more than ever.
Poker later on tonight. Poke her? I hardly even know her, lawls
it is never early for saving the french, In Antwort chéri
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