_I don't reveal too much about myself. I save that for the ones who dare to ask. plus, I find it difficult to write about myself. I'm pretty modest. Auto biographies are for the egotistical. true story. I bet I can beat you at a battle of wits. oui? no? en garde?_p.s. put madness in what you do_The photographer in my head is yelling: Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash. Give me empathy. Flash. Give me sympathy. Flash. Give me brutal honesty. Flash. Give me attention. Flash. Give me adoration. Flash. Give me a break. Flash. Give me pity. Flash. Give me another chance. Flash. Give me wonder, baby. Flash. Give me amazement. Flash. Give me patience. Flash. Give me control. Flash. Give me romance. Flash. Give me denial. Flash. Give me tolerance. Flash. Give me understanding. Flash. Give me amnesia. Flash. Give me peace. Flash. Give me release. Flash. Give me homesickness. Flash. Give me nostalgic childhood yearnings. Flash. Give me clarity. Flash. Give me reasons. Flash. Give me answers. Flash. Give me any sense of control. Flash. Give me terror. Flash. Give me courage. Flash. Give me wisdom. Flash. Give me anger. Flash. Give me vengeance. Flash. Give me total and complete justified retribution. Flash. Give me passion. Flash. Give me joy. Flash. Give me youth and energy and innocence and beauty. Flash. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism. Flash. Give me panic. Flash. Give me anything in this whole fucking world that is exactly what it looks like. Flash. It's all mirror, mirror on the wall because beauty is power the same way money is power the same way a gun is power. - Invisible Monsters_Chuck Palahniuk_
_My name is J, Miss Sarah mother fuckin' J. Hear me RAWR_
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