t2_wojtas

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I am t2_wojtas The Prince Of Insufficient Lighting
My makeup is the reflection of My artistic soul.
My mental attitude is responsible for My sophisticated image.
My unbridled ambition is the reason why I am immediately apparent.
My life is the side of the art which is self-explanatory. By and large artistic enterprise. This reclaims Me. Lovely vision - you know who, you know where. Without having done anything wrong, you came to see an unstoppable art machine.
I am
something
that
you will never be.
The Prince Of Insufficient Lighting with one pair of arms being like another. Articles Of Virtu. Rendering age. Makeup on. Formal style with strong desire. Always smelling of magnificence. The real work of art without any hard modifications.
The substance of statement is the only thing to read. Every statement that you read is next second of your life. This is never-ending story. The more you have, the more you want. Here comes another one. Even though a letter starts to tear so there is only painful absence after all. Do not hesitate just confess till all My scars stop hurting Me. Do you know the red mark? On the surface it appears to be beautiful. Nothing hurts when the heart is gone. I will deliver the black side of My own I to your narrow mind with no strings attached.
Only if you are able to understand the sense of blackness, treat life as the theatre. Thinking like others do, makes us all the same. In other words, I am not another toy in this mass. Nevertheless, I always have a purpose.
The inseparable elements of My life are: makeup, fashion, art photography, music, the Internet, reading and writing, English language and culture. I find all My pleasure in it all. Learning as well as getting new skills are activities appreciated very much. Always interested in intellectual conversation. Generally, being fond of self-satisfaction.
Apart the above mentioned statements, some things that you see are far beyond your experience. The world you see in the photo is not manipulated. I am the creator of it. I am what I am. I acquire popularity. Not just like you. Like someone else, like celebrity. Facilities are art. This Me, Myself. Trying My hardest to believe in Me. Then, I believe in you. If you are a bunch of assholes, I do not want you. I will not adore you if you are a snob, too. Obscene kids do not understand this. I am not going to kowtow to the supreme authority. I wish I had more than two middle fingers. However, I am thankful for that.
Self-assumed elegancy is another reminder to stay alive. Art opens minds, foolishness closes them. I am not another run-of-the-mill manipulator. I am an attention device which holds you. When you consider Me to be a bit of all right, I thank you in advance. Just to enjoy for the only one second a glimpse of beauty before passing away. Try to put your best foot forward before it is too late.
I consist of black colour and perfect makeup. I am just t2.
I am
the connection of
My black and bright side
and the name.
The look magnificently stands for elegance. Obviously, I get along with Myself. My existence is another reminder of an inspiration to all who strive to overcome personal obstacles for the goal of achieving greatness.
Taking everything into consideration, the most important fact in this case is that I could feel something instead of nothing at all. I am a full-time demonstration. This is not like dragging you down, this is not another fake face. The view is based on a heavy dose of reality. This is My own proud style. You must grin and bear it. This is Me who draws the line. No more establishing. I do not give a damn what you think when you draw your own conclusion. Let Me do this instead of you. Eaten by your own fucking lust. You want to fly into My sun, you can never see where to run. Now I just stare into the sun. You do know My name.