Don't Tell Mother, But I Ate All Your Bacon

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About Lolita
I can't think about it without feeling ill.
We've all be there.
The perfect puce vomit, lust-laced.
Moderately long fingernails colored an interesting shade
of bright cherry crimson...
Death by Sharpie.
I am a blueberry Froot Loop with a bright red mouth.
I like the way it looks when my neon nails graze skin.
Death by trembling.
Stanley Kubrick's was better, say critics.
It's not suppose to be funny.
It wasn't funny.
But I laughed,
in Lyne's version,
I laughed really hard when She leaned over with the tray
and said,
Don't tell mother, but...
I ate all your bacon.