Yes I'm obsessed. So what. Look I could be taking in stray raccoons or cats. I could be wandering around malls dressed in garbage bags screaming about socialism.
I could be doing ice cream sodas Speed or Heroin. Instead my demented interest is in a French fashion model that's the toast of most of Europe, and certain parts of the outer boroughs of the Emerald City.
Okay maybe I should spend my time collecting Faberge Eggs or starting my own religion...um see below. But it's more fun dreaming about unattainable beauty.
That swell stuff is as fleeting as blossoms in spring or the fiery leaves of October. This only makes it all the more desired. Read that "Death in Venice" thing or better yet just see the film...if you can find it.
It explains everything. So does btw the "Blue Angel". As I say in a post concerning our hero below..."I have No Shame".
Who needs it.
(....okay now I'm really going to bed. ...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...)