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Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
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I am Nina.

In the last quarter of the twentieth century 
much of the world sat on the edge of an increasingly expensive theater seat 
waiting for something momentous to occur.
Christian aficionados of the Second Coming scenario were convinced that, 
after two thousand years, the other shoe was about to drop. 
And five of the era’s best-known psychics predicted 
that Atlantis would soon reemerge from the depths.
To this last, Princess Leigh-Cheri responded, 
“There are three lost continents: we are one: the lovers.”
In whatever esteem on might hold Princess Leigh-Cheri’s thoughts, one must agree
that the last quarter of the twentieth century was a severe period for lovers. 
It was a time a time when romantic relationships took on the character of ice in spring, 
stranding many little children on jagged and inhospitable floes. 
Nobody quite knew what to make of the moon anymore.
Consider a certain night in August. 
The moon was so bloated it was about to tip over. 
For more than an hour, Leigh-Cheri stared into the sky. 
“Does the moon have a purpose?” She inquired.
The same query put to the Remington SL3 elicited this response:
Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question 
is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question 
is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, 
and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.
Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and end of time,
Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.

I am Nina…beautiful things make me cry.
I love poetry.I love feelings cause they make me feel alive.When you actually can hear the sound of your heart breaking.When you love someone so much that you feel like you can’t hug them strong enough and just wanna turn into one person.I study movies because I love imaginary people more than the real ones.I love reading,and the sound of rain is the most beautiful sound while sleeping.I strongly believe that happiness is only real when shared.I am a dreamer.

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