Monday, January 31, 2011

Bleeding On The Inside Of My Nose

shoot me when I'm happy, and when I least look, before all ends through no fault of a gun

are more like "Edith" Edie Sedgwick, unintentionally, without knowing it, but I do not carry 'the classic cut short,
not sure I copy the identity of the person, partly because not all resplendent in his life, even though I should have entered the best phase of his life that makes up the Warhol across fashion, drugs, sex, and rock'n roll
Edie is never in balance, there is someone who takes forever, but she loves the fur would be the first to defend the rights of animals, shall be with thinness, with the men of charm, the music and the frenzy served with a bit of calm silver by Dr. Roberts and I do not know as well ... resistant resistant but after falls, and can 'laugh wrapped talking about her misfortunes you change clothes in a restaurant with friends or people in a pretty dress, and models, actress, friend of Lou Reed, Warhol's muse, sincere, injured, burnt, but is the most beautiful ...
after happiness, ecstasy ... so there is always the forfeiture? the decline is a beautiful sight for the eyes only, but better to die than live without hope.

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