LoreleiLee

Finally! That was the answer I was looking for. Thanks so much, you deserve a golden medal

I don't know why I can't do it, in other occasions I'm really not that slow. I often use full editor. And I don't use net via mobile at all. And I must install Hello Android, if that is what you are talking about This is what options I got when I click "Use Full Editor":

Yeah, like Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton (and she confessed that she adores and admires Liz), except those liquor-fueled savages had explosive, wild and excessively extrovert nature and were permanently on and off, because they knew and admitted to themselves that they are blood bonded - Gods sewed them together.

I think Francesco is delicious cock, and Barrie is her actual soulmate, so she misses him like amputated misses his estranged limb (The Blackest Day?), and Franny's cazzo cannot replace the dark arcadia with B. nor fulfill the abyss that gapes inside of her after that relationship ended, no matter how infected with tantalizing melancholy and agonizing personal demons it was. She would probably rather have some magic hybrid between both.

I'm stupid, I can't find it. Nevermind

It often comes together with ambivalent, torn apart individuals. Like, you are terrified of abrupt heights, but at the same time some invisible, unexplicable and irresistible force in your subconscious pushes you to surf off the cliff and fly away. I got that feeling. You want to die when you are overwhelmed with sensations, events, experiences, your own emotions you are not able to cope with or to chew through, and you want to escape that ring of fire, and on the other side you are afraid of death when your life becomes too sterile, desolate, meaningless, like you are in a muddy trap of routine and darkness, when you nostalgically long for those restless, jeopardy, rebel days of adrenaline junkie with vices, speed, sex with strangers and risky night streetcruisings. I guess so. After all, youngsters are bold, and they jump into flames without thinking about consequences, and older, wiser people develop certain character shielding that makes them more rigid and cautious.

These are strong french new wave, nouvelle vague, existentialist black and white, sombre movie vibes> antiheroine that is well read, educated, sophisticated, psychologically and emotionally complex, but fragile and delicate, and in ennui and angst of life, in her own despair of lonely, displaced and alienated individual, she gives up all of security and coziness of futile bourgeois living and goes to explore a dangerous, edgy street life of a prostitute, like Catherine Deneuve in Belle De Jour or Anna Karina in Vivre Sa Vie, and at the end she is shot by the criminals in absurd death because of being misfortunatelly and randomly involved in their dubious activities, being innocent victim of disconsolate, wretching, calamitous path of contingency. Or it is her giving up, negative laissez-faire attitude, after she reached her glorious goal, the holy grail of her tempestuous voyage, fame, and now she is just a shadow, or empty shell, of her former, bursting, healthy competitive, ardorous and playful self. Languid goddess in the fluffy nest of pearly, milky swan feathers landed on the hard, cruel, cold, broken glass concrete of harsh, brutal reality, fearing death and loss of beauty and youth, those hostages of vanity. Of course, this is just a speculation, since I inscript my own sensations into Lanette, according to my own current anxieties *I also suffered from panic attacks, so I know exactly how it is to be in the crusty, spiky arms of that gravely Leviathan. Suffocating, heart palpitations, hot and cold sweat, dizziness, derealization, depersonalization, fear of losing control, of going batshit crazy and of death. So maybe her own anxiety really is that debilitating, and therefore her fans should be more compassionate, considering her, hopefully temporary, giving up tours, because she really doesn't owe nobody anything, despite our hysterically galactic expectations. One's health and spiritual peace is more important than serving delusional wishes of the ones that don't love you for who you really are, but for what ideal coconut crisp and pure screen you lay out for their unfulfilled and burning desires. Speeking of impacts, jungian synchronicities and cosmic coincidencies, I am also terrified of sharks, those eclatant representatives of devouring ambition (if you cease to move, you instantly die), my first avatar here was Sharon Tate, and online digital magazine representing new cinema, in the grand interview I gave to it, compared my short experimental movies with the legendary and iconic Kenneth Anger. Not that I like to brag, but... *I know noone cares, but I'm so proud of myself

Doctor Blind - Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton Crowd Surf Off The Cliff - Emily Haines & The Soft Skeleton

I already searched for "Edit title", but I only have "Reply To This Topic" option, and I still did not find the button for editing title in "Use Full Editor", but I guess that is because I am in a constant hurry and multitasking (or plain blind), so my brain is foggy and groggy. I will deal with it tomorrow. Thank you all

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The title says it all: How do I rename the title of my fan art topic according to the newest downloaded covers (like other users can)? I would like to temporary name "Lana Pandemonium" to "Lana Pandemonium - NOIR". And I would like to be able to change the title of my topic everytime I upload new cover art. This way it stays invisible. Answer, please : this is about fourth time I am asking this here, and second time I have sent private message (@@evilentity never answered me back, although he was online while I was, too, so I know he saw the message). Thanks.

How do I rename the title of my fan art topic according to the newest downloaded covers (like other users can)? I would like to temporary name "Lana Pandemonium" to "Lana Pandemonium - NOIR". Thanks. How do I rename the title of my fan art topic according to the newest downloaded covers (like other users can)? I would like to temporary name "Lana Pandemonium" to "Lana Pandemonium - NOIR". Thanks. How do I rename the title of my fan art topic according to the newest downloaded covers (like other users can)? I would like to temporary name "Lana Pandemonium" to "Lana Pandemonium - NOIR". Thanks.

Thanks for the encouragement, I plan to be maniacally persistent and knock them down

Thank you to the stellar heights, but the irony is they won't publish my second book of poetry (I have more than 200 new pieces ), threading excuses like, I am repeating myself in motifs and I'm too dark, in a teenage way. Maybe I really exhausted the whole treasure grotto of my maternal language imagery and I should switch to english, which I adore because it allows me to express my inlands more eloquently and effortlessly.

My prediction two months ago (just a proof of immense power of collective subcounscious) I definitely agree with comparison with L'Enfer, it also came to my mind seeing that tiny silver sparkles, but as many have said, she missed the great oportunity to dash the zest of psychedelic flamboyance of colours with which she teased us in photos – orange like tangerine passion, fever and joie de vivre, and turquoise as escapist tropical lagoon. I would prefer over the top, kitschy and mercilessly saturated scrimmage of neon colors in the jungle grove where she lounged (reminiscent of Kenneth Anger occult visions), and it would be far more exciting and dinamic for her not to sit like barbiturate princess, emulating junky torpidity of the legends she admires, but maybe put on a show of hawaiian dance like horny, but gracious puma with color glitter all over visible parts of her body, glimmering like Scheherazade from Tales of 1001 nights, and surrounded with leopards, snakes, flamingos, parrots, chameleons and other wildlife creatures. Or bring one of the guys in chains, crawling towards the queen and licking her legs as a sex slave. Romy perfectly channeled the pernicious, fatal, predatory, lustful chimera (how she was in the mind of her paranoidly jealous husband) with piercing gaze and seemingly innocent, but actually sinister smile under the giddy, almost psychotic vortex of harsh chiaro scuro light and screaming colors; maybe Lana could achieve something more emotionally challenging and intense with similar effects. And her smile is more childlike, it lost the roguishness of her rebel Lizzy days, unlike devilish, lethal Romy.

Thanks Yeah, I feel like Paradise was her tempestuous phase, purgatory of sorts, place of turbulent spiritual changes when, after the time of youngster forced atheism she addressed her issues with God again. Like in Bel Air, when she says, "Darling, I'm waiting to greet you, Come to me, baby", it is like she puts herself in the role/skin of Jesus himself, in celestial realm of puffy clouds with angels and harphs, encouraging her deceased lover to approach her kingdom without fear. And when she sings, "Don't be afraid of me, don't be ashamed. Walking away from my soft resurrection", it is like she is talking to herself, to the pure, innocent, faithful and unspoilt part of her being, in an effort to reconcile with God. And this part always waters my eyes a bit: "Didn't anyone ever tell you It's OK to shine?". It is so powerful message to those who live in self-hatred and self-destruction, and tender try of the ray of light to sneak into the tortured soul to heal it. Yes, there are so many references there

Ultraviolence is much stronger, intense, deeper, versatile, it quivers in fury, sadness, ecstasy, despair, longing and every other emotion from the spectrum. It has spikes, thorns, explosions and fire, but also ocean, blood, tears, honey, and stars. It is built from contradictions and numerous contrasts and layers. And I adore its rawness and shamelesness. An album with heart and soul, but also with balls and guts. Honeymoon is very lovely, but it is all bathed in the same molasses of restrained, smooth, distant heartbeats, like the echoes of sedated siren. But who knows, maybe I change my mind, I always need some time to fall in deeper love. With Ultraviolence I had both, bombastic infatuation and everlasting romance.

I believe this is the result of her rebelious years, when she was younger, passionate, in her formative stage, thinking in black and white terms, and had high ideals, and then those ideals crashed in disillusionment (like it happens to most of us; some become cynics afterwards, and some go through the series of stormy self-doubts, doubts in existence of higher power and review of everything they believed before and end up like even more devoted spiritual persons - I think Lana took the second path). But I am very fond of that nihilistic, individualistic and nietzschean "I am my only god": it is sometimes necessary to radically negate the value or existence of something that is crucially important to us: that is actually our faith put to test through the series of misfortunate events - like the ego crush that needs to occur before the new integrated person with true self is reborn, as a butterfly. Later, she contradicts herself in "Gods & Monsters" singing "God's dead, I said, baby, it's alright with me" and "Me and God, we don't get along", where she acknowledges his (or maybe her?) existance, although reluctantly, yet she hisses in cold fury about their discord, and, at the same time, kills him. But her "God is dead" is insincere, wounded, defiant and bitter. You could sense that deeply inside she still cares, maybe even desperately, despite God's perceived betrayal, so she goes to the other extreme to defend herself from further hurts. She dives into darkness and abandon of decadent life so that her own darkness could not be painfully visible. Maybe her dreams before were huge and sparkling, and life and bitter experience made them broken, so she ascribed that to God's viciousness or negligence, but now, as she matured and realized things happened as they should, she returned to his embrace. So yes, she is a believer, in God and in Love as an ultimate light of life and its greatest, most sublime force.

Little Earthquakes - Tori Amos

1. The Blackest Day 2. Art Deco 3. Freak 4. Burnt Norton 5. Salvatore 6. Swan Song

The Blackest Day

Kill Kill ---- Born to Die ---- Ride ---- Cruel World ---- Honeymoon Queen of the Gas Station ---- Off to the Races ---- American ---- Ultraviolence ---- Music to Watch Boys To Oh Say Can You See ---- Blue Jeans ---- Cola ---- Shades of Cool ---- Terrence Loves You Gramma (Blue Ribbon Sparkler Trailer Heaven) ---- Video Games ---- Body Electric ---- Brooklyn Baby ---- God Knows I Tried For K Part 2 ---- Diet Mountain Dew ---- Blue Velvet ---- West Coast ---- High By The Beach Jump ---- National Anthem ---- Gods & Monsters ---- Sad Girl ---- Freak Mermaid Motel ---- Dark Paradise ---- Yayo (Paradise edition) ---- Pretty When You Cry ---- Art Deco Raise Me Up (Mississippi South) ---- Radio ---- Bel Air ---- Money Power Glory ---- Religion Pawn Shop Blues ---- Carmen ---- Burning Desire ---- Fucked My Way Up to the Top ----- Salvatore Brite Lites - Million Dollar Man ---- Ride ---- Old Money ---- The Blackest Day Put Me in a Movie ---- Summertime Sadness ---- American ---- The Other Woman ---- 24 Smarty ---- This Is What Makes Us Girls ---- Cola ---- Black Beauty ---- Swan Song Yayo (AKA version) ---- Without You ---- Body Electric ---- Guns and Roses ---- Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood UV: 4 BTD: 4 HM: 1 Paradise: 0 AKA: 4 Damn, I was reluctant between: Kill Kill and Born To Die Gods & Monsters and Sad Girl Mermaid Motel and Pretty When You Cry Put Me In A Movie and Summertime Sadness Each pair contains equally good songs. So, this is more accurate: Kill Kill ---- Born to Die ---- Ride ---- Cruel World ---- Honeymoon Queen of the Gas Station ---- Off to the Races ---- American ---- Ultraviolence ---- Music to Watch Boys To Oh Say Can You See ---- Blue Jeans ---- Cola ---- Shades of Cool ---- Terrence Loves You Gramma (Blue Ribbon Sparkler Trailer Heaven) ---- Video Games ---- Body Electric ---- Brooklyn Baby ---- God Knows I Tried For K Part 2 ---- Diet Mountain Dew ---- Blue Velvet ---- West Coast ---- High By The Beach Jump ---- National Anthem ---- Gods & Monsters ---- Sad Girl ---- Freak Mermaid Motel ---- Dark Paradise ---- Yayo (Paradise edition) ---- Pretty When You Cry ---- Art Deco Raise Me Up (Mississippi South) ---- Radio ---- Bel Air ---- Money Power Glory ---- Religion Pawn Shop Blues ---- Carmen ---- Burning Desire ---- Fucked My Way Up to the Top ----- Salvatore Brite Lites - Million Dollar Man ---- Ride ---- Old Money ---- The Blackest Day Put Me in a Movie ---- Summertime Sadness ---- American ---- The Other Woman ---- 24 Smarty ---- This Is What Makes Us Girls ---- Cola ---- Black Beauty ---- Swan Song Yayo (AKA version) ---- Without You ---- Body Electric ---- Guns and Roses ---- Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood Perfect. Me - satisfied

Unknown Pleasures (the album) - Joy Division

In A Manner Of Speaking - Tuxedomoon The Waltz - Tuxedomoon L'Etranger - Tuxedomoon

Carmen is underrated, it is like very sad and very broken Lolita or OTTR.