Nico aka Nicolai, that was his name.
He was a painter.
His art was all about sex, drugs, blood and violence. He would always wear a pair of levis light blue jeans, a striped shirt and a cigarette in his mouth. He was known to be a real charmer, he always had women at his place. They all drank wine, read poetry and made love together. The whole thing was a fat cliche, a painter/artist/poet, drinking wine, reading poetry and making love with several women.
He thought that he was Dash Snow or Jim Morrison. But yet he was so disgustingly good looking. He loved to listen to Led Zeppelin and Miles Davis. He loved both rock and jazz. He could sit for hours and just listen to jazz music.
But mostly he loved red wine, he loved how it tasted each time he took a sip of it. He enjoyed it.
His dream was to combine Led Zeppelin, Miles Davis and red wine together to something.
When he was little, he loved the book "The Outsiders" and wanted to look like Ponyboy & Dalls. He used to wear a leather jacket, dance to the song Gloria (Van Morrison) and fight with little boys that lived next door to him.
Anyway, Nico wanted to meet someone special. A beautiful girl. But when? He just didn't know.
-A lost soul in the 60's and 70's under the spell of Rock N Roll. A passion for literature, poetry, music, life and love. But mostly The Rolling Stones.
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May 14, 2011
March 28, 2011
Part 3
I couldn't understand that we had a relationship. I knew that people would become very angry if they found out about this.
Whatever, I dont care.
On a blue monday we spend the afternoon at his place. It was a little messy. I wanted to listen to The Rolling Stones but didnt have the nerv to say that.
We ate grapes and watched the news on TV. I wanted to smoke my Marlboro but he didnt know that I was a heavy smoker. No way dude. Im going to die here in his living room if I dont get myself a smoke..
Whatever, I dont care.
On a blue monday we spend the afternoon at his place. It was a little messy. I wanted to listen to The Rolling Stones but didnt have the nerv to say that.
We ate grapes and watched the news on TV. I wanted to smoke my Marlboro but he didnt know that I was a heavy smoker. No way dude. Im going to die here in his living room if I dont get myself a smoke..
March 26, 2011
She killed in ecstasy?
Im have no money. Not even a penny. I really wanted to buy a piece of Ben and Jerry. But insted of that Im listening to some fucked up good music. Weird stuff from the 70's. Movie soundtrack music a la 70's. So me. But Im getting sick of the whole ''Eugenie De Sade'' soundtrack. It's so good and I pretend that Im having a bunch of sexy secret relationships with my teachers, the give me amazing grades and after that I move to New York and open my own art galley. Then I will meet a handsome fella. His middle name is Albert. Mr-middle-name-guy is so freaking dry so I leave him for my stepfather... No just kidding.
No, I will leave middle-name guy and move to the south of France. I will take so much drugs that I will collapse. I will also smoke and drink 13 bottles of white wine every single day. French wine of course.
Because I take so much drugs I will become sick. I collapse everyday on the porch. I fall on the floor just like Jim Morrison does on stage.
After one week of danger my old teachers comes to the south of France to visit me. One of the teachers is a handsome fella. I kick everybody out besides him. He can stay. He is older and cooler. He is against drugs but after a night of darkness seduction he becomes a heroin-addict.
After 1 year a baby boy is born. He is the love child. But after only 3 weeks I die. People cry and scream ''Ecstasy killed her'' No. It was actually heroin. Anyway, I die. The mother of a beautiful baby boy and lover of a very handsome fella. After I die he takes the baby boy and moves back to the cold snow in scandinavia. He goes back to work. And I'm left buried in the south of France.
No, I will leave middle-name guy and move to the south of France. I will take so much drugs that I will collapse. I will also smoke and drink 13 bottles of white wine every single day. French wine of course.
Because I take so much drugs I will become sick. I collapse everyday on the porch. I fall on the floor just like Jim Morrison does on stage.
After one week of danger my old teachers comes to the south of France to visit me. One of the teachers is a handsome fella. I kick everybody out besides him. He can stay. He is older and cooler. He is against drugs but after a night of darkness seduction he becomes a heroin-addict.
After 1 year a baby boy is born. He is the love child. But after only 3 weeks I die. People cry and scream ''Ecstasy killed her'' No. It was actually heroin. Anyway, I die. The mother of a beautiful baby boy and lover of a very handsome fella. After I die he takes the baby boy and moves back to the cold snow in scandinavia. He goes back to work. And I'm left buried in the south of France.
Part 2
Eugenie have now read her teacher's books. The attraction was strong. She wanted more. On a dark Friday night when it was quiet in the school Eugenie finds him sitting there alone. He reads one of his novels to Eugenie and after a while she feels almost dizzy. She hugs him and then they eat spicy candy.
March 25, 2011
Part 1
Eugenie, a beautiful but shy young girl, lives on her own. Her high school teacher is a famous writer specializing in stories of love and erotica. One day she happens to read one of his "love and erotica" books and its power so affects her that begins to find herself attracted to him. He notices this, and eventually brings her into his dark world of love, erotica, books and murder.
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