This page should verify that I am a real person it and goes far beyond my pretty pictures. I've met some frightening models in my life. They concentrate their whole existence on posing for a photographer to build popularity on an amateur networking website. They ACHE to acquire a minuscule mention in an underground alt-magazine. They allow modeling to reassure themselves when they feel that ominous, foreboding sense of question... Insecurity slowly but surely catches up with them, as they run faster and faster from themselves. But never mind--it's nothing a few compliments via the interweb won't fix..
“You’re missing the whole point— you’re not my little pet
Don’t throw away your life— The games not over yet
I do not own your soul—don’t want you in a cage
I only want your heart to find a special place.”
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