Last night, Iconista dreamt she was in love. What a strange sensation. She pities the poor mortals prey to such emotions during their waking hours. Love is best kept for dreams; though a heavenly sensation, it would be most distracting - like balancing a glass of champagne on one's head. Smoking is a far more practical solution to the internal abyss. With a cigarette in her hand, Iconista craves nothing.
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| Gloria Dickson ELMER FRYER 1937 |
