In her own words: "He ran away to Africa and scorned sweet poetry.... Poetic genius, stormy affair with older genius... aw fuck all this let's play with lions."
November 17, 2004
Another interest in picture form
I'm not sure if I get it, but I like it. Rimbaud, as interpreted by my good friend Liz.
In her own words: "He ran away to Africa and scorned sweet poetry.... Poetic genius, stormy affair with older genius... aw fuck all this let's play with lions."
In her own words: "He ran away to Africa and scorned sweet poetry.... Poetic genius, stormy affair with older genius... aw fuck all this let's play with lions."
