This Isn't Makeup,
It's War Paint
Manhattan, Broadway, Video Games, Food, Prisons, Teddy Bears, Opera, Cats. What I love best, little Lottie said, is when I'm asleep in my bed, and the angel of music sings songs in my head. Stick around. I only get worse from here.
-*- Let us, at least, have pity on each other, mountain cherry tree, for other than your flowers, there is no one who knows me.
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Riddiamo, Riddiamo che il mondo i caduto
Riddiamo, Riddiamo che il mondo i per dato
Sui morti frantumi del globe fital
S’accendi s'intrecci la ridda infernal.
Come turn ye, come turn ye, the world is all shattered,
turn ye, come turn ye, its atoms are scattered,
we dance on its ashes,
we twirl and we spin,
we burn and we turn in the measure of sin.
-*- When I was seventeen, I walked into the jungle. And when I was twenty-one, I walked out. And by God, I was rich.
