Ok, then. Nabokov fans of a sensitive nature, look away.
Gypsy Rose Lee , light of my pasties, fire of my mouse traps . My sin, my soul. Gypsy Rose Lee: the tip of my tongue taking a trip of four steps down Hollywood Boulevard to pray, at three, on the rubber.Gypsy. Rose. Lee.
She was Heide Fleiss, plain Heide Fleiss, in the morning, acting four feet pi in one teddy. She was Jesse James in John Wayne's trousers. She was Goethe at Utopia, Texas. She was Dolores on the fast belt. But in my ear lobe she was always Little Orphan Annie.
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devriesj
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Thu 13 May, 2004 03:46 pm
That is priceless! Did I just hear that Nabakov rolled over in his grave?!...that last line just tickles me!
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fealola
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Thu 13 May, 2004 03:49 pm
Yippee!!! Ha Ha! Good choice, drom!
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jespah
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Thu 13 May, 2004 04:29 pm
Poor Nabokov. Tee hee hee!
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drom et reve
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Thu 13 May, 2004 06:28 pm
Thank you all!
I'm sure that he would be delighted of having Gypsy Rose Lee be the light of his pasties.....
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mac11
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Thu 13 May, 2004 09:48 pm
Jesse James in John Wayne's trousers was pretty good too.
at Little Orphan Annie.
of having Gypsy Rose Lee be the light of his pasties..... 
