Film Spectators Are Quiet Vampires.

The Grand Highway Is Crowded W/lovers & Searchers & Leavers So Eager To Please & Forget. Wilderness.

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I'm Kind Of Hooked To The Game Of Art And Literature; My Heroes Are Artists And Writers.

I See Myself As A Huge Fiery Comet, A Shooting Star. Everyone Stops, Points Up And Gasps "oh Look At That!" Then - Whoosh, And I'm Gone... And They'll Never See Anything Like It Ever Again... And They Won't Be Able To Forget Me - Ever.

Are You A Lucky Little Lady In The City Of Light? Or Just Another Lost Angel... City Of Night?