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Narcisa. She’s the only one for me, just for today, a holy gift from Heaven and Hell too, a one off, so beautiful to me it lingers between pain and passion and love and terror and a raging hatred bordering on the sublime. Narcisa, sprung like a living embodiment of the very spirit of poetry itself bubbling up out of deep nightmare depths of my own dark imagination. And I wish I had a camera, that any camera ever existed that could somehow possibly begin to capture the essence of all the emotion her very image speaks to my soul at such magical moments when the light is just right gleaming off her crazy genius bughouse alien eyes, her sleek catlike frame and long dirty brown hair that smells of life and death and danger and passion sex magic music dance joy sorrow movement light dark dispair standing here like a drunken kung fu ninja, an eternal acid eating idiot savant so crucial and perfect in every way.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw e Alessandra DeBenedetti. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.