Nymphets Do Not Occur In Polar Regions.

Why Should I Tolerate A Perfect Stranger At The Bedside Of My Mind?

He Broke My Heart. You Merely Broke My Life.

I Am Thinking Of Aurochs And Angels, The Secret Of Durable Pigments, Prophetic Sonnets, The Refuge Of Art. And This Is The Only Immortality You And I May Share, My Lolita.

I Would Like To Spare The Time And Effort Of Hack Reviewers And, Generally, Persons Who Move Their Lips When Reading.

But In My Arms She Was Always Lolita.