Hypnotic Poison is one of my perfumes
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*Lara_on_tour*
The silence of the blog is silence of a library or museum--but music you can find elsewhere. Music wherever you go. And today--a bit of dark lyric The Eyes Of Lara Moon--Arena, Pepper’s Ghost (2005)

There in a dream--More than it seems
A Morbid theme--Through the eyes of Lara Moon
Back from the grave--A twilight state
Help came too late--Through the Eyes of Lara Moon
No chance to change--What came before
The senseless rage--Through the Eyes of Lara Moon
And so we wait--Night after night
To share that fate--Through the Eyes of Lara Moon
You saw it coming--But you did nothing
You just kept watching--Through the eyes of Lara Moon
It's hard to fight
When you're struggling for breath
And it's hard to smile
Noble in the face of death
There's no defence
To quell a greater force of will
One desperate flight
But needlessly their blood is spilt
Endure the bleakest days
Light the visions crowding in
Identify the blame
Expose the guilty and the sinners
Vocation holds us here
Even to the end of days
There's no inaction
That will feed the hungry flames
And so we wait--Night after night
To share that fate--Through the Eyes of Lara Moon
Nowhere to hide--Night after night
So dead inside--Through the Eyes of Lara Moon
And so we wait--Night after night
To share that fate--Through the Eyes of Lara Moon
And so we wait--Night after night
So dead inside--Through the Eyes of Lara Moon
Through the Eyes of Lara Moon.
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*pour l'amour du beau*

“The World Is Not Enough...
But it is such a perfect place to start, my love
And if you’re strong enough
Together we can take the world apart, my love”.

It’s silly to be in love with a celebrity. I know of that to my own cost, as I am a member of several groups, communities and forums, dedicated to several celebrities. To be in love in an actor is silly hundredfold. If he notices your existence, at best, he will use your soul as raw material for his art.
Have you ever felt a spiritual connection with the celebrity you are in love with? I don’t believe in a supernatural connection, but I felt and keep on feeling something of the kind. It’s obscure yet awesome. Visiting the websites I feel somebody’s kindness at times--as I suspect, it’s not kindness of the celebrity but kindness of еру celebrity’s nephew who created the group or forum or website.
By the way, a popular blogger is akin to a superstar therefore it’s silly to love him too.

“People like us know how to survive,
There’s no point in living if you can't feel alive
We know when to kiss, and we know when to kill
If we can’t have it all, then nobody will”.
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*leaning over backward*
It’s time for fun. The crazy, prodding billiard.
You pocket two white balls. The tune in the baroque.
One’s merit is a wish to sell one’s snowy horror
in twisted mind on high, bereft of last repose.
No music, no repose, no god, no inspiration.
A strange somebody’s imp falls through the Internet.
The snowstorm-fallen trees show us the three-dimensional
undying Masquerade, life-born imagery.
In mirrored circle time stands still as white and splendid
and dreamlike Bal Masque. The masks of moments dance
throughout times and lands, reflecting in the mirrors,
and disappear all--the Bal is endless though.
New personages act the endless play of pleasure,
dependent on a warmth, dependent on a love--
if we have neither, we depend on other, darker,
more dangerous, alas, and more destructive things.
Red lips conceal the fangs. We all depend on others,
and on the quirky twist of our own dreams.
The slavery of dreams. O brother, darling, where…
where on earth are you?
Perchance in mirrors. No.

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quotation of the day
Then something, some surviving ghost from those dead ten years--for one cannot die, even for a little, without some loss--made me say, "Love? I'm not asking for love." (Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited)
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“That’s impossible!” said Cause.
“That’s folly!” remarked Experience.
“That’s useless!” cut short Pride.
“Try that…” whispered Dream.
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"a thing of beauty is a joy for ever"

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Bronze statue of David (c. 1425–1430) by Donatello (1386–1466), a famous early Renaissance Italian artist and sculptor from Florence.
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