I am attracted to tortured geniuses. Those who fall victim to alcoholism and destructive lifestyles after giving the world so much of themselves that they become lost in it. They tend to be thin and pale, their energy and creativity sucking the life out of their bodies. With a cigarette in hand and long hair beautifully left undone they work feverishly, passionately, ignoring and impatiently brushing away anyone and anything that comes in their way.
I will have one for my own. One as my lover.
I will.
Also, please compare the photos of Elliott Smith and Chopin. Has Chopin come back to finish his musical career cut much too short by his untimely death?
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