Interests & Hobbies
Meaning of Life:
Until you make peace with who you are, you'll never be content with what you have.
Five Things I Can't Live Without:
Hugs, alcohol, loved ones, sunsets, disputes
Favorite Books:
soterics, fantasy
Favorite Songs:
Old rock, jazz, blues
Favorite Movies:
"La leggenda del pianista sull'oceano", "Fontain"
If I Could Be Anywhere Right Now:
In the elven woods
Talents:
Painting, singing, read poetry aloud
Best Reason to Get to Know Me:
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta:
the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap,
at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.
She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one
sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on
the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact,
there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a
certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as
many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always
count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the
seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this
tangle of thorns.