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with a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue

Unforgettable! Whitney HOUSTON with Serge Gainsbourg I am speaking, I am speaking drunk English 50/50 

I Said, I want to fuck her [HOUSTON]

Plastered. And so, at the front of her career, finally leaving the mean streets of Phili, she makes it to France and her first foreign language performance, then interview with the, impossible to dislike Michel Drucker

who guides her through alternative translations for the sake of humanity, and placates as well as Sissy could've, the most outrageously composed, cool Whitney Houston, that I dare anyone in the room to deny took that trolling with a aplomb and showbiz class.  To those who do not know Serge -- please Google him -- and feast your brains out, and then, just know that this is at the end of a very, possibly, the very, most unlikely Polish Holocaust Survivor with grandmother to immigrate to France and become the dismemberment of French Swingin' 60s Paris Yeah Yeah movement that ignited the world, making his career  one of  the greatest second acts in the history of Pop Music. Remaking himself into himself, a louche, crass, debauche, declasse, frotager, 5 AM O'Clock shadow-man about Paris with the likes of Brigitte Bardot, and after a hundred more, marrying Jane Birken (Ouais.  She designed your purse).

it's Lolita 

When Lana Del Rey first arrived on the music scene, she described her image as "Lolita got lost in the 'hood." She was referring to the title character of Vladimir Nabokov's 1955 novel Lolita - the subject of the third installment of our Literature in Lyrics series. Because the story is told from the perspective of Lolita's sexually frustrated stepfather, the title character has earned the reputation of a teenage temptress who drives men wild.

 

Most artists, like Del Rey and Katy Perry, perpetuate the taboo image of Lolita rather than the reality of her being an underage victim of sexual abuse.

Let's take a look at Lolita's musical legacy.

Light of my life, fire in my loins Be a good baby, do what I want Light of my life, fire in my loins Gimme them gold coins - "Off To The Races" by Lana Del Rey

Lana Del Rey ran with the narrative on her debut album, Born To Die, even calling one of the tracks "Lolita." But it's on "Off To The Races" that she meets her Humbert Humbert. She describes him as a bad man who's a tough thief with "a soul as sweet as blood red jam," while her own is "tar black." The chorus even recalls the opening line of the novel: "Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins."

So over summer something changed I started reading Seventeen And shaving my legs And I studied Lolita religiously - "One Of The Boys" by Katy Perry

On her 2008 song "One Of The Boys," Katy Perry uses Lolita as a blueprint to get guys – albeit guys her own age. Like Del Rey, she overlooks the abuse theme and equates the story with the sexual awakening of a young girl hitting puberty.

Even the album cover pays tribute to this interpretation, with Perry emulating the character (specifically Sue Lyon's provocative performance in Stanley Kubrick's 1962 film adaptation). The photo captures the singer, wearing a polka-dotted crop top and teeny, high-waisted shorts, lounging on a lawn chair in front of a white-picket fence.

Perry's fascination with Lolita doesn't end there. In 2014, she posed in lingerie for a Twitter selfie, adding she was "feeling v Lolita rn." She also named her brand of false eyelashes "Lovely Lolita" after the character. "I have studied this woman's every move," she explained. "I found her a most fascinating creature... she was young and innocent but had a bit of a sex kitten in her and knew exactly how to use it."

I'm your Lolita, La Femme Nikita When we're together, you'll love me forever You're my possession, I'm your obsession Don't tell me never, you'll love me forever - "Lolita" by The Veronicas

Love Story Stage 3 Stupid and rich, clever and poor What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? You can say that she was beautiful and intelligent.

The Jungle Book 1 Mowgli's brothers One very warm evening in the Seeonee hills in Southern India, Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest.

Next to him lay Mother Wolf, with their four cubs beside her.

It's time to look for food,' said Father Wolf, and he stood up to leave the cave.

Good luck,' said a voice.

It was the jackal, Tabaqui, who eats everything and anything, even pieces of old clothes from the villages.

The wolves of India do not like him, because he runs around making trouble and telling bad stories about them.

Shere Khan, the tiger, is coming to look for food here,' said Tabaqui.

He can't,' cried Father Wolf.

By the Law of the Jungle he must tell us first, before he comes here to hunt.' Shere Khan has a bad leg, so he can kill only cows.

In the village near him the people are angry.

Sherlock Holmes Short Stories Level 2 The Speckled Band 1 Helen's Story At the time of this story, I was still living at my friend Sherlock Holmes's flat in Baker Street in London.

Very early one morning, a young woman, dressed in black, came to see us.

She looked tired and unhappy, and her face was very white.

'I'm afraid! Afraid of death, Mr Holmes!' she cried.

'Please help me! I'm not thirty yet and look at my grey hair! I'm so afraid!' 'Just sit down and tell us your story,' said Holmes kindly.

'My name is Helen Stoner,' she began, 'and I live with my stepfather, Dr Grimesby Roylott, near a village in the country.

His family was once very rich, but they had no money when my stepfather was born.

So he studied to be a doctor, and went out to India.

He met and married my mother there, when my sister Julia and I were very young.

Our father was dead, you see.' 'Your mother had some money, perhaps?' asked Sherlock Holmes.

'Oh yes, mother had a lot of money, so my stepfather wasn't poor any more.' 'Tell me more about him, Miss Stoner,' said Holmes.

'Well, he's a violent man.

In India he once got angry with his Indian servant and killed him! He had to go to prison because of that, and then we all came back to England.

Mother died in an accident eight years ago.

So my stepfather got all her money, but if Julia or I marry, he must pay us £250 every year.' 'And now you live with him in the country,' said Holmes.

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"To us, Lolita, is about power play," Jessica explained. "It's the power play between genders and age groups, as well as people's perception of taboo, boundaries, what is acceptable and what a Lolita is: She's a bad-ass and she's on a mission. She wants to destroy something, either her own perception of what's right and wrong or everyone else's. She wants to prove something to herself."

It's no use, he sees her He starts to shake and cough Just like the old man in That book by Nabokov - "Don't Stand So Close To Me" by the Police

The Police's 1980 hit "Don't Stand So Close To Me" is about a teacher who becomes attracted to one of his students and tries to resist the temptation of an affair. When she comes near him, he becomes flustered and feels like "the old man in that book by Nabokov." Although Sting claims the tune isn't autobiographical, he did work as a teacher for a few years and had "been through the business of having 15-year-old girls fancying me – and me really fancying them! How I kept my hands off them I don't know..."

We'll climb the mountains before we meet the sea The rain will stop eventually I'll drive slow across black ice And you'll be safe to rest your eyes - "To the Key of Evergreen" by The Devil Loves Prada

Mike Hranica of The Devil Wears Prada interprets the relationship between Humbert and Lolita a bit differently than modern readers. The band's song "To The Key Of Evergreen" was inspired by the Nabokov novel, which Hranica says is "controversial given it's based on a love affair between an older man and a younger girl, but the aching sorrow in their love is absolutely stunning and magical."

On the 2016 track from Transit Blues, we meet the couple on a cross-country road trip as they weather the elements, like rain and black ice, to reach their destination, much like the obstacles they have to face to be together. In the book, the on-the-road adventure includes Humbert dragging the girl to various motels across the country and bribing her for sexual favors. How romantic.

With a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue Dissolve the nerves that have just begun - "True" by Spandau Ballet

• In the early '80s, Spandau Ballet guitarist Gary Kemp was crushing hard on Clare Grogan, the singer from the Scottish new wave band Altered Images. He poured his feelings about the unrequited romance into the 1983 ballad "True," which is peppered with references to Lolita, a novel Grogan gave him. The plea to "take your seaside arms and write the next line" paraphrases Humbert's observation of Lolita's "seaside limbs."

Another is "with a thrill in my head and a pill on my tongue." During Humbert's first hotel encounter with Lolita, he laces her ice cream with sleeping pills in an attempt to rape her. But the specific scene that inspired Kemp is much later in the novel. Lolita finally escapes her stepfather's grasp... into the arms of a pornographer who tries to force her to star in his films. When Humbert finds out, he shows up at the man's mansion with "a pill on my tongue" to steady his nerves before he shoots him to death. Kemp's intentions in the song weren't so sinister; he just needed a little something to keep his cool around Grogan.

Don't bash Seuss, see? Do. Not. Bash.

 

If a Man is beating you with a whip and you love the whip, what is he doing? Everybody's everybody's whipping boy now

dead

1. [Britney Spear's career]

2. Something that is no [longer] [living] and can now be [kicked].

3. When you're passed [the point] of something being [hilariously] funny; when you've laughed as hard as you possibly can. Often expressed online by putting an [asterisk] (*) in front of and behind the word itself.

4. used a lot in [the north] of [britain] (anywhere north of [Birmingham]), means very, really, or a lot. used as an exclamation.

5. [deceased], an empty shell, [devoid] of life, not alive, [soulless]

6.  To no longer live (like...[no pulse])  To be REALLY [boring]  To be in serious [trouble]

7. An adverb that typically modifies an adjective. Often used as a replacement for

"very," "so," or "extremely" and is [assumed] to have a stronger [positive or negative] [connotation].

8. Severely [lacking] [life]

9. to not respond to a text or a message for a certain period of time; usually due to a [forgotten] [brb] or a [gtg] while performing another activity

10. used as a verb: To disassociate oneself with a person [to the point that] they are as if dead. This is usually done to a person whose [actions] are considered [malicious]

and I came to horripilating paresthesia from, first one, then, one variety additional, down a hoarded pharonic trove ...

prepared living similitude from those initial clips to others of common spontaneous reply, those first clips ad hoc folk whose immediate thought to protect themselves from not giving up ghosts, when mentioned, would knee-jerk, no harm, but absurdly stupid -- now sexist, and racist -- I'm sure auto-suggest thinks no less of Elvis when from some more doomed pelicula ridicula comes that crazy lady who knows you more even, than your girlfriend, betrothed, common law lover, whose face when closely to it with yours you hover, does not in the least, although, sometimes you wish it would, begin scrolling down, as your digits you caress the folds of her gown, and then gently tap one time or two, to find out what it is next that you do, that other people who have been here and seen it before, also liked or watched along with your selection, and how they maneuvered or plied out their famous erection, and for women, the same holds equally truthful, this man if you've set it, or set it to woman, he/she know what you like like Cosby likes puddin', and like pudding you dive in to whatever it tells you that if you liked that then this should compel you to continue you your binge or your meal or procrastination not judging, you click with abandon to see what it's decided that the people who she has her information from and the AI Machine whose been programmed by humans, whose taste is not spilling over into their work, you hope to God the checks and balances are supervised, or we'd all be watching Star Trek and Sheldon, and dreadful fantasy fare, algorithmic to a fault these nerds wouldn't dare.

No, because they've inserted Sweet Home Alabama and Beaches at just the right time when Aunt Flo is coming over to visit, and your bestie and you whose roommates you are, lay as if narcotized by one glass of char, receptive as a doe in estrus who hears clacking horns in the root of the season when the deer get to do it, as if never thinking or believing their fate of where they'll be hanging right after they mate, so pick what you like, some stranger did too, and imagine  he's watching when he finally gets through, and just for fun, watch something you'd never watch, and  suggest something outside your box, and see what you think and then do it again. 

hateful Elvis movies gather dross as cash cows too dumbed even for today's audience whose shortlist of reprehensible, dubious, contenders for inclusion miles above Elvis  their epicene casts phoned-in, one-shot arcs and plotless corn mazes, or poached of a style, which you catch me now as I do it, off and on,  a tribute of sorts to the doctor whose racist, nonsensical palavering we've just found out is the clandestine closeted Klansman de-robed, too vile to conceal, one step for regressing  diversity's leap as if lemming gathered lamenting their lives, which I   believe I did read it from Geisel himself, I'm lucky I resisted his subconscious suggestion because should I not have I wouldn't be here to write it all out, these fish, he told us couldn't stand it, the life that they'd had no part i creating and sensing the existential peristalsis these ichtheological Jerzy Kosinski's instead of a bath and a bag and a sigh and lights out ...

 

Jerzy Kosinski Said

The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.

The principle of art is to pause, not bypass.

I can create countries just as I can create the actions of my characters. That is why a lot of travel seems to me a waste of time.

Gatherings and, simultaneously, loneliness are the conditions of a writer's life.

The things I write are for those who are willing to accept a new relationship between the reader and the author.

Travel gives me the opportunity to walk through the sectors of cities where one can clearly see the passage of time.

As I go to sleep I remember what my father said-that one can never be sure if one will awake. The way my health is now, this is becoming more and more real.

I look back into past history, the stored experiences or products of the imagination. I look no further forward than the evening.

 

made a day of it, brought picnics and wine, and as the hour struck midnight just like that they vanished threw themselves over like Thelma and Louse, Butch Cassidy and Billy the Kid, and whoever else does it in films except for Bud Cort, they jumped to their death, although, it turns out, that for all these years, taking some solace in this nihilistic fish right to die or fly imperative to snuff it on your terms before they make you run, it was all just a hoax, a pipe dream, a rhyme, that Doctor was out of control and likely out of a job, his Hippocratic oath wasn't doing its job, he was slipping and giving Asians chopsticks for eyes and pandering to publishers whose first 25, said thanks but no thanks as security ushered him out where he just walked up and down Mulberry to see what he could see and then over Canal to Mott to see what they got, and although it was cold his idea was hot, so he stopped in casually for a cup of their Tea, and as he drank it its rooty Proustian pronouncement screamed out to his sense of Austenian sensibility, don't write what you know,

write

what you see, and you'll know it from that, and he paid them and bowed appropriating or mirroring what the chinaman did, and it was there that he saw it, it was there his book took,

fuck all those bashers, and trollers and looks, I'm writing what I'm writing, if you don't like it don't read it, but just remember this, the people who people my little short books, whether children, or parents, or language-learning cooks, they don't care how I draw 'em, in fact they like it, like that Asian the say it's not nice, well, I'll tell you something  about that one of a kind, he said give me chopsticks for eyes and a long ponytail, and a crazy red cap like an upside down bowl, and whatever you do the Fu Manchu's on you, Coolie, but what would really be great, what would really be nice, is if when you draw my hair, you could draw  in some rice.

i am certain by reputation they gathered meaningfully of Fennigans Wake or any list reprehensibly academic, of which I'm poaching like crazy,  anatomical smizes on  immigrant stalwarts, whose habitable-just enclosures of sorts, or the garb they are currently required to wear daily, the one which got clobbered in the Brooklyn Vegan, and such; 

 

and last, least, in whichever order it comes, whatever you see, once you see what you see on Mulberry Street, please, and for Winnie of Winnie's sake, 安良工商會 in tow, drinking Crown -- she on Remy, don't repeat anywhere else whatever it is which your eyeful is shot, because Winnies over Karaoke and 安良工商會 can hear, but it's Z's who displeases them, root out homeclub like some Truffle Seeking Piglet for Winnie's ain't really what  Zeds think, in their heads, think, when they say, 'hardcore, bruh,' but you never know, and if I could I'd take that one Z out back and show him, but before I did it, I'd say to him first, 'first, just do me a favor and hold onto my purse, I gotta get a picture on my iPhone of this for the Gram,' so many likes I'll be trending like -- bam, so now when I say, 'say this to make yourself smile,' say it, 'OK, Boomer!'  

 

Okay, thanks I got it.  

 

Don't bash Seuss, see?  Do. Not. Bash.

In Winnie's the yips took and shot full of holes, because guess whose book they first read and learned non-violence from?

and at last but at least, whatever you see when you see what you see on Mulberry Street, please, and for the sake of Winnie of Winnie's,

do not repeat anywhere else, no matter your eyeful shot, hears first  cake pills

choked with

shabu in red-lit fumid tribute to ancestors possessed of hell money, not tender to this world, staring  narcosis  the ancient Spirit,

 everybody's everybody's whipping boy now 

if you can't beat 'em, as Charles M. said, 

'Just join 'em like this when their lashing you:

lettuce and radishes for his man, "Kraftmensch" later, Sturm und Drang, that is the degree to which need appeal outside authority, save self, nor be tempered by rationalism— by pursuit of noble nor true motives, but revenge and greed (even by proxy --

military officer, anti-aristocrat slouching, seeking to elevate all good things humble, natural, or real; though painful, tormenting, or alarming, windows open to suggestion, to drippy performance, and melodramatic  transformation through pliability Elvis perpetually possessed, to entertain his heart,

desire, during this commonplace, but mature appreciation, where many their love highly regarded, operatic; however Pop genius of turning Opera  to Pop hits, and striking kids' parents between the fourth octave

and pocketbook, clearly detected, later subsumed his late period of play with Liberace-like Sartorial presence in material, eschewing and derisively of checking, hound dog for a  light opera, albeit, nearly too sincere for appraisal, uncolored by spectacle (Malcolm Gladwell would naively ask why, to find how his queries created fascinating reading to the opposite  litterateur whose devoted consumption of atrociously dated, the New Yorker, careers like Gladwell's rely).

 

 

 

 

However it's due to

narcotics and Ann Margret ass occupied off-time on set, his mansion, L.A.  where he and his Guys and his monkey named Scatter, were  uninterrupted in a  very live childhood  which incidentally, they'd shared until

extracurricular sturm und drang went howling through Graceland, a chronic Grace to not [*fr1] sink-in until, well, once once it ungraciously landed arduously strayed and in brambles outside Graceland, on the brink of the building Coletta's, Home of Memphis's noted BBQ dish, BBQ Spaghetti, proximate to a Malt Shop, where the guys, sinking dishabille, drug sick mixed with Novel Pavlovian response for Proustian Madeleine Dogfood, and thus, Remembrance of Things

quick, past, and alas, ever to recall Ann Margret's ass. 

 

1, 2, 3, 4 -- if he anthropomorphize scenes, he had to  surveil Chop Suey joints up and down Mott, until exotic, objectifying features he got, the last   grain of rice in the long ponytail as it whipped down Canal;

he had his wife type it, another Salome veil dropped, and she typed and she bartered like the first of the troika of thre Lady Martyrs, Eva the Braun, she never gets due the credit she's owed for the many of the few whose bartering A. at the top of the Nest, she did wearing heels, she did to her best; guilt by association has ruined many men's lives, but if you think that's too bad, check out the chicks out on a night on the town, 'what were you wearing,' cop says, she's downtown, reporting an assault by a gentleman caller who held open her door, led her to the floor, fed her bubbly, listened to her rant, then just when she'd told him her house would be empty he'd stretched out his double breasted wingspan in mawkish expression of the time getting late, or they were too high, but you could see in his soul but not in his eye, he'd been gentlemanly to a fault, how many i wonder, and when they were home, well it went quite asunder.

 

then there is Tammy Wynette, she drank George Jones' poison so that at the bar or home, he'd only drink half of what he thought he'd drunk, and that's what I call taking one for the liver, for the team, taking it all the way to a martyr's dead-end, she died on a couch so amazingly high from the Versed she got from a friendly anesthesiologist, way before Michael Jackson made Thriller, previously only concocted this cocktail of sorts by Docs and those who had access it gave you a nap like sewage gives you sepsis, and when you awaken, you're not fresh as a daisy, because, Versed and Propyphol don't let you REM-sleep, which means it's why there's scapulas, towels, even some keys in near your sternum, because Doc's nodding out and gets some intern to close ya.    Anesthesiologists (besides nurses ... oh, they're all whacked out, just look in their purses),   but it's not martyrdom they abuse all your drugs, leaving you water, it's from the grind that they grind as Registered chicks,  whose job is to watch them die of take your pick, it's from the pain of sensing everyone  in pain all the time, a victimless crime -- except those Angel of Death Nurses -- all men.  Really psycho fucks.  Watch out for COVID?  

No, the Angels of Death ... Watch out for them

Lalisa m/v to Rosé and managér Véals 'Ground' Président Délton SMC Tradémark Colléction & Miké Group2021 YG Entertainment

I was illegally evicted BY a JANITOR

-- slyly, under the direction of General Manager Suk's YG Entertainment KPop Behemoth I was surprised hearing a knock at the door of my 2 Bedroom Suite with Kitchen and Fireplace, two days after Christmas.

 

-- an overbearing sense of false pride at a maintained illusion to which she presents to those whether from Front Desk, for her employees, to her guests, or to SMC, of whom Hyun-suk, finally, and for the first time, witnessed -- all its ugly truth, up-close -- an unwelcome reveal briefly showed teeth -- her true self exhibiting inappropriate hysterical paranoid warnings while upbraiding guests (ME), one about my decision to contact outside parties regarding the 'in-house problem' at Suk's," and "would I not do it that way again ..."

Back in medieval times, a thoroughly apocryphal story tells us, the Roman Pope was persuaded by some of his more conservative advisers to endure no longer the presence of Jews in the very heart and core of world Christianity. The Jews of Rome were therefore ordered evicted from their homes by a certain date. To the Jews of Rome this was a great tragedy, for they knew no refuge where they might not expect worse treatment than in Rome. They appealed to the Pope for reconsideration and the Pope, a fair-minded man, suggested a sporting proposition. If the Jews would appoint one of their own number to engage in a debate with him, in pantomime, and if the Jewish representative were to win the debate, the Jews might remain. The Jewish leaders gathered in the synagogue that night and considered the proposition. It seemed the only way out but none of their number wished to volunteer to debate. As the chief rabbi said, "It is impossible to win a debate in which the Pope will be both participant and judge. And how can I face the possibility that the eviction of the Jews will be the result of my specific failure? Found in _Isaac Asimov's Treasury of Humor_, joke #39

I witnessed that with acknowledged difficulty Hyun-suk, unique in my experience, through guest complaint, perform an intuitive contravention. 

Kant’s main idea about the faculty of intuition entails a knowledge of space and time but does not explain sufficient reasons that show there are no innate ideas. In "Some Consequences of Four Incapacities" (1868), Peirce explains that there is no intuition to understand God. I aim to show that innate ideas are transcendental beliefs that correspond to an abstract conception of the personal identity, which creates intuitive space for understanding why there are no innate ideas. This method for constructing rational ideas will provide reasons that explain how substance, in particular, the monad, can have the existence to separate action from the conditions of the world. The utility of objects must be measured in an intuitive sense, a method that determines how there are effects that enable the mind to become aware of the physical relations with the objects of reality.

Kader, T. (2020). Explaining the Faculty of Intuition as the Objective Ego. Cambridge Open Engage. doi:10.33774/coe-2020-z8n4l This content is a preprint and has not been peer-reviewed.

Refusing his GM of 25 years -- her compulsive whim to rid herself of my presence -- her retribution an instrument, she would successfully, surgically extract ... (but not that day).

 

This content is a preprint and has not been peer-reviewed.