“spooky and i went to see voltaire at the club the other night. when we walked in she was hanging by her thighs from the pole, moving in the most seductive way i had ever seen. i stood there mesmerized as she slinked and slithered down the pole, removing her gypsy top and flipping back onto the stage. all i have to say is if this girl will dance for food she deserves caviar. but that is why we love voltaire, for her sense of humor.”
I often imagine that Voltaire hums as she walks. I don't mean she hums songs or anything like that. I just mean she's so electric she has to carry a current.
Hi, I'm Jay, a 22 yr old art student from Chicago and Voltaire, you are absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, the most stunningly beautiful person I have ever seen, or could hope to ever see. I know I sound like a pathetic schoolboy, and I'm sure guys say stuff like this to you all the time, but I have honestly never been more captivated by the raw, passionate honesty of the human form. I read your journal and am deeply saddened by your news that you are on the street. I would like nothing more than to move back in with my father and let you live in my apartment on the north side of Chicago, but that's just an immature, adolescent fantasy. I'm not a psycho creep or a drooling hornball, I just wish I could help you in some way. There is something evil about a world where a radiant, unique individual such as yourself is without a place to sleep. I would like it if we could be penpals; I can tell you are a fascinatingly intelligent woman.
IPOD
RADIO
Missy
SUICIDEGIRL
California, USA
JUN 03, 2002 10:00 PM