Log in

alone in the new pollution

il était, est, sera toujours

rita leifson
"...The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop..."

(everything from february eighth and onward is public
all posts behind that are friends only.
if you are not a robot, i will add you back without hesitation.)

I'm rita but I hate capital r's. It isn't short for anything, and it isn't long for anything.
Don't take anything I say seriously.