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Viola Fuller 1879 -1909
Viola Fuller 1879 – 1909 For it is written in solemn Chinese ideography, That two women under one roof spells trouble. For indeed my life found trouble And death quite early due to influenza. I spent my leisure hours in China Town 16 miles to the west in old Los Angeles. Spent hours in the mildewed shops and the seedy cafes. Finding culture, romance and ruin in the moody moonlight! Finding spontaneous spasms in the back musty rooms. It is true Roscoe Settle found my inner source. He probed for the truth of my deep hidden springs. Riveting moist springs of passion and sexual majesty. Together, as like intertwining tied ribbons, We embraced the spectral fireworks of a multitude of shooting stars! Embraced the soaring glissandos of life and love! But in the end I decided to kill him dead. I could not bear for one more minute, the other woman, That other thing named Lottie Gordon. But it all backfired on me. For instead, I killed his father, One Marcus Settle: late of Whittier Town. Forgive me Providence, for I have sinned. But in my sin, I have found eternal rest from my nagging jealousies. Found eternal peace from the tortuous kisses Of one Roscoe Settle!
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