Aren't you just the most self-indulgent, pigeon-chested peacock to ever post badly-lit self-portraits on a blog? Please don't answer that, your insipid writing makes Baby Jesus wail in agony.I can't even remember how I got here. But I'm leaving. And never coming back.I vomit in my mouth knowing I took five minutes of my time to browse your worthless site.If your photography is a measure of your fashion sense, then I apologize for mocking someone with a handicap. In closing, you're more of an Anus then an Ansel, and the only way you'd look good in Diesel would be smashed into asphalt after being crushed by an errant Edsel. I'm sure you can't appreciate the irony of death by an icon of anti-style. Hey, that would almost describe you, except that you're as iconic as you are relevant.Goodbye.
It is amazing how you wasted your time by coming to my blog and writing all of that.You may think whatever you want. That is your right. I am who I am and I stand for it. If I managed to make you feel something then I have done my job. I don't really care about fashion in that sense that I don't follow any real trends. At least show who you are.
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