Rules on the Lolita
I want to become a lolita, you say.
So become one, I reply.
What can I do to look like a lolita?
I have no words with which to reply to this.
You need a headdress, don’t you? And a pannier.
Is this coordinate strange?
Is it not wrong for lolita?
Why do you want to do lolita?
Because it’s trendy, because my friends do it…
If you just do what the others do, you will look like a lolita.
If that’s the case, you have no right to wear lolita.
But I want you to think about something.
Who do you live for?
You think you want to be yourself, but you are afraid of isolation.
You yell that you want to be free, but you take comfort in following convention.
When you are praised for something you don’t even feel comfortable with, are you satisfied?
Girls who wear Vivienne Westwood but don’t even know the Sex Pistols.
Even when wearing a jersey, a princess is a princess.
My lolita rules are mine alone.
So you are the only one who can find your own lolita rules.
My god and your god are different, aren’t they?
There are angles who wear elegant dresses and play tambourines,
But there are also angles wearing armor and carrying swords whose job is to fight
I can’t answer your question.
But there are a lot of hints around you.
You just haven’t noticed it yet.
What feels right is your answer.
Sew frills onto the hem of your heart!
Put a tiara on top of your soul!
Gothic and Lolita Go World
Your mother will say it.
"Don't go outside like that!"
You classmates will jeer. "Can't you be more normal?"
Your boyfriend will lament. "It's embarrassing to walk along the street with you."
But you've already met with it.
The thing you have desired at great lengths.
And you already know it.
The location of your store, where you are free to go.
Gothic & Lolita ---- It's not a style, but fate.
Gothic & Lolita ---- Not a fad, but a raison de etre.
The pious orthodox Jews wear their black yamachas and cloaks,
Wear their sideburns long to live their lives daily in prayer
As you alone must wear these western clothes as proof of your creed
In entrusting your body to a creed of heresy you hesitated a while, didn't you?
But you need draw out only a little courage.
Since you now know what is most important to you.
So tie on your head dress above a corsett constrained body,
Train a panie under your skirt and then, if you stand before the mirror,
Will a unicorn appear to bestow a kiss of blessing upon your cheek.
This is what he will say:
These are the battle clothes of the precious ones, the few chosen to fight the many who lack the power to see dreams.
They will see, and will brand you as an escapee who has rejected the reality of becoming an adult.
But the wished for world of the ones exists only outside of reality.
You knod your head decisively.
An existance in reality is truly loathesome to you.
So you will live in eternity as a representitive from a world of illusions.
Gothic and Lolita --- those who have been chosen to die as martyrs for beauty.
Gothic and Lolita --- the descendants of devils and angels who hide their wings.
I spent time up in the castle turret, in my previously unfinished state.
The memory of the sins I commited has already faded away.
Wandering lost amidst the forest, turning here and there,
I was finally dragged by my golden hair and trapped in a rocky prison.
Day by day this dream comes to me. So this dream must have been true.
I was born in a furnace, I was made from steel.
I have no soul, and these things they call friends, I do not understand.
The people whom I call my father, my mother, I do not understand.
But there is one thing.
Only when I am cut, only when I see the red blood flow, can I return to being human.
I have no emotions.
They are not important to me, so one day I burned them all away.
I will chose a master and become his servant, kneel before him, be abused and whipped, despised;
this is how I want to live.
These are important to us.
Amethyst crystal eyes
Cast in shadows by long, dark lashes.
Perfectly crimson lips. Undershorts to protect our chastity.
To correct our bodies, a corset.
Like a vase of roses,
Dresses with layers and layers of frills.
Bandages for the deeper wounds.
Books, where these delusions were born. Sadism…
A cute little inhuman doll.
A candle and a candlestick.
They point their fingers and laugh, with many people,
Those who love me merely a little.
Trifled with, the stiff jointed dolls.
Teddy bears from which chips fly out.
And only one thing with which to gaze through to reality, a mirror.
Some day even we may fall in love.
And at that time, maybe we will become human.
But until then, we must unfold
This world full of faults.
But these dreaming young girls, until they greet the day they must grow up,
Are a little like those from a picture book…
- Current Mood: impressed