The first enemy was the media, misinformation, lolitas after themselves, their communities and forums, but every time it was more obvious that behind all those photos of smiling little girls with was something new dress, a sort of collective dream that charmed us all, but each one played according to their way of looking, sometimes even crying some. It was beautiful, naive, was refreshing and increasingly unfortunate that we did not have hardly any sense to beat both in love. I rushed to the squaring of the circle, I tried to rationalize that without emotions, I wanted to reach the secret of dreams and translate it myself, the most naive of all, hunterof dreams without a sandbag, I thought I saw the possibility of creating a new type of preciosité illustrated, a neo light symbolism, bizarre and sweet lead us all innate dreamlike dimensions made most delicate of Surrealism, one that I know and all that called Lolita.
I do not know if anyone will remember and my esflog or my photoblog, but they also author dead living dolls and more crap, talked about the basics of what was ultimately an illusion, a longing, a desire that could understood as the source
Basta. Lolita, either in Castilian or English, Japanese, English or Sanskrit, can not continue. You not see? This is not what the Bible says, a clerk of Baby, or what he says Novak. This is ours, ours, all of us, because we who laugh or to cry with all this happening to us, not our clothes or our style, it is us, and here we are becoming. Is not you realize? What has happened in Spain has been going years in all parts of a cryptic or silent, and could happen again, somewhere else, otherwise, it can happen again. CHTMLX
Lolita in Wonderland may not serve for nothing, who have been in vain, and very likely last night that has no meaning. I do not, once again, be contrary. Now I know that we exist. I know completely. I believe it has taken years with the force but now I know.
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