((pictured: Mickey Bulgakov, fab Muscovite writer [of plays, books, funny stuff 4 revolutionaries]))
i sometimes wonder what the deal w/ my bein’ soo zuperficial is, particulary within judgements of my fello artistes (holla!). creative people kind of need to be hot 4 my full allegiance (‘less they r “sartrey” heinous). honestly, master & margarita might be a better book just b-cuz bulgakov is such a babe. or is he a babe b-cuz he wrote the book? we may never know as i only found this picture after the second reading of the book.
also, i totally have 2 imagine main characters (within, like, reason) as being babes. same goes for musicians, artists. if i like a frontman/[frontlady, but not usually] enuff, i might just never look at pictures 4 fear of their possible ugli-ness.
am i normal? a wannabeatnik starfucker? ((& what does that mean if they are all dead writers?))