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A lovely Light



My candle burns at both ends
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends
It gives a lovely light!

Fist Fig, Edna St. Vincent Millay
Tina Chow by Bob Colacello

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  • ▼ 2008 (6)
    • ▼ July (1)
      • A lovely Light
    • ► May (1)
      • We are what we repeatedly do
    • ► April (1)
      • I am nobody
    • ► March (2)
      • A storm of flowers
      • Words and things
    • ► January (1)
      • Postcards
  • ► 2007 (9)
    • ► December (2)
      • They were not composed altogether of flesh and blo...
      • Wars may be fought with weapons
    • ► November (3)
      • All things innocent
      • And they are bitter
      • Endings
    • ► May (1)
      • Mortal lovers
    • ► April (1)
      • The terrible objects
    • ► February (1)
      • horror vacui
    • ► January (1)
      • it is this craving void
  • ► 2006 (25)
    • ► December (4)
      • ONE night I wandered
      • The people who went in the dark have seen a great ...
      • death by water
      • one single catastrophe
    • ► November (1)
      • would you
    • ► September (5)
      • Ecstasis
      • the lucky one
      • Witch-Wife
      • Marry, and you will regret it
      • But I can no more curse her
    • ► August (1)
      • the monster within
    • ► June (3)
      • Flowers have no time for sentiment
      • Anything can happen
      • The Rime of the Ancient Mariner
    • ► May (3)
      • The Call
      • We don't talk to strangers
      • You lie to yourself and to others
    • ► April (8)
      • with strange lips
      • But suicides have a special language
      • La seƱorita Julia
      • love es machina
      • I deplore brutality
      • sometimes violently
      • el intolerable universo
      • clara