About Me
I can't stand a naked light bulb, any more than I can a rude remark or a vulgar action.There'll be a microphone there to catch my last gurgles, and Technicolor to photograph my ruby red, lips with my soft white kiss. And then I will have created enchantment and Your perfumed breath will reside in my lungs.. Don't be like me. I'm too serious to be a dilettante and too much a dabbler to be a professional. Deliberate cruelty is unforgivable, and the one thing of which I have never, ever been guilty of. What I am talking about is not desire its not brutal. The name of that rattle-trap streetcar that bangs through the Quarter, up one old narrow street and down another, is not desire, but lustI'm going to put a gun in your hand and Im gonna make you kill.I can make a school boy forget his books and a world famous beauty, forget her looks.
