Somehow, Megan and her friend represent all the lost youth that ever there will be.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
The mischievous little imp . . .
Adorned like Hindu goddesses, glittering, dangerous.
Transfixed on the iridescent blue lances of her eyes
Somehow, a very disarming contradiction
The style twins. . . beyond cool.
An angel. . . leaving
A she devil, alien, gyrating, in the opaque and soundless noise.
A magnificent undulating landscape of flesh
Posted by Eric Parker at 12:31 PM