self-deprication. |
I am trying so hard to fill the voids, left by an endless struggle that I once had to be heard and be understood. I don't know where I am yet or where you would want me to be. I cannot wait on the end...
Posted by Lolita. on Sun, 11 May 2008 10:42:00 PST |
passing the time. |
Success is to laugh often and much;to win the respect of intelligent peopleand the affection of children: to earn appreciation of honest criticsand the endure of betrayal of false friends;to appreciat...
Posted by Lolita. on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 10:43:00 PST |
The Mona Lisa. |
I despise that painting. The aesthetics are tolerable.
Da Vinci is amazing, and anyone who disagrees, does so because they believe his work to be cliche and overrated, but its with reason and well de...
Posted by Lolita. on Mon, 30 Jul 2007 10:23:00 PST |
sad sounds of sorrow. |
I don't agree that the violin is the saddest instrument in the world. It is the piano. It's size, its shape, its sound. All of it is melancholy. It is like an elephantine woman singing a thousand sad ...
Posted by Lolita. on Sun, 29 Jul 2007 12:21:00 PST |
all you quiet mongrels. |
Dissassembling architecture is the easiest thing a philistine can do.
Defacing art is also easy, but nowadays it is difficult to distinguish between what is art and what is a trivial piece of garbage....
Posted by Lolita. on Tue, 24 Jul 2007 09:32:00 PST |
Character flaws and those fucking persistant butterflies. |
Nobody knows anybody. We like to give ourselves so much credit, that we are always more superior than whatever comes along. We are better looking, funnier, smarter, we fuck better, you were class pres...
Posted by Lolita. on Sun, 22 Jul 2007 10:20:00 PST |
