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Dita Dimoné

the goldfish sing all night with guitars, and the whores go down with the stars, the whores go down

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DIRTIES, SWEET HEATS, ALIENS, BEASTS, TURDS, AND WONDER NERDS Music-lots of it, sleepy sleeps, Bataille and Lovecraft, dancing, REAL love, elemental magick, film, fantastic views of cities, gold dust, endangered species, Salvador Dali, writing things, reading de Sade, shoes, thrift stores,strawberries & cream,paints/ing, uniforms, Animal Farm, windy nights, fluffers, fancy pants, sexies, rebels, whiskey thieves, time bandits, phone freaks, dreamers, sushi (even though it makes me ill), sparkling mineral water with lemon, chilaquiles, SMILEY teeth...

I'd like to meet:

A HOT daddy of course! http://www.bobgruen.com/files/johnlennon/r011.html

Music:

ELVIS, Flaming Lips, Stone Roses, Bob Dylan, Django Reinhardt, The Cars, Velvet Underground, Primal Scream, Syd Barret, The Beach Boys, Oasis, The Cars, ELO, Smokey Robisnon, Kanye West, Dr. Dre, The Stooges, The Temptations, MIA, Linda Ronstad, Pat Benetar, The Pixies, Jon Lee Hooker, N.W.A., Dr. Dre., Tina Turner, Diana Ross, The Rolling Stones, Snap Ant, Ladytron, The Shirelles, Frank Sinatra, Beta Band, The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Supertramp,Sun-Ra, Manu Chao, The Killers, Phil Spector, The Zombies, Jeffrey Steele, Duke Ellington, Clinic, THE TURD, etc...

Movies:

Scarface, Eugenie, Trainspotting, Requiem for a Dream, E.T., The Cook, The Thief, The Wife,and her Lover, Salo, Titicut Follies, Beyond The Valley of The Dolls, Mamma Roma, City of Lost Children, The Never Ending Story...

Television:

TRIUMPH OF THE WILL...

Books:

I write them...

Heroes:

REALITY: In the second half of life the necessity is imposed of recognizing no longer the validity of our former ideals but of their contraries. Of perceiving the error in what was previously our conviction, of sensing the untruth in what was our truth, and of weighing the degree of opposition, and even of hostility, in what we took to be love.

My Blog

requiem for a love

In the brink of darkness there was a light The little light made a fire and it burned into golden streams of power and adoration not idolization, just adoration Something more amazing was born& That ...
Posted by Dita Dimoné on Tue, 15 May 2007 01:05:00 PST

Sexy

He held me and I cried on his chestand in a drunken rage I let him devour itI felt like a fallen giantBegging for itThen after being once shatteredI was bruised and batteredbut i liked itEach bruise i...
Posted by Dita Dimoné on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 11:41:00 PST

delirium

And she came to from delirium... She realized that she had gone too far, that she was no longer playing kissing games with a child, but was floundering about in an autumnal passion, one that was dange...
Posted by Dita Dimoné on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 10:21:00 PST

See

The air that I can't breath I'm suffocating in my bliss But If I am to die then let me This way, wrapped in beauty and wonder and bewilderment I don't think it's the end Not since the beginning, I alw...
Posted by Dita Dimoné on Fri, 06 Apr 2007 10:57:00 PST