Olivia (oh me oh my)
*Norman Bates was a relative *a fledgling of some strange Pynchon character *A Martin Amis postmodernist nightmare. *The Beauty in Japanese Animae.
*The energy of a Violent Femmes song *The confusing experimentalism of Einsterzende Neubaten. *The peace of Sarah Mclachlan's voice.
*bow**curtsy*
The pretension of a thousand writers and artists diffused with the paranoia of drug-fucked potheads fuelling the insecurity of a traumatised child wrapped in the heavy cloak of the arrogance of fame.
The Ultimate Paradox of paradoxicalities, I am the world, and I am nothing, I am the line between madness and genius.
I am full of shit.
She is sleeping.
Carrying:
Page this player.