Music:
I'm Twytch.
I'm white.
I'm opinionated, and I am always right.
No, the rhyme was not intended.
I am a poet and a photographer.
(Transgressive Poetry)
(Still life/ portrait photography)
I'm quite content with being a pessimist, thanks.
I'm a bit of a misanthrope.
Chances are, if you still breathe...
I'm not your biggest fan.
I am pansexual and proud.
Pansexual: being completely unbiased on the topic of gender when in a relationship, including attraction to men, women, trannies, androgynous, et cetera.
Yes, 'et cetera' is two words, and they actually are words. Latin words.
I don't speak Latin, I speak English.
I'm vain and condescending, and I like it that way.
I overuse the words 'fuck' and 'cunt'.
I'm a whore for proper English.
If you can speak without using any fucked up slang, and pronounce every word correctly, in the right context, chances are you make my panties wet.
No, I don't actually wear panties. If you'd like, you can double check.
I'm vegetarian.
I'm allergic to grass. And ignorance.
My vanity has lead me to modeling.
I'm a whore for that camera lens...
Contrary to popular belief...
...I do have a heart...
...just not one of metaphor.
I have no sympathy for the dead.
And, no, I don't want yours.
I hate being sober. I absolutely hate it.
But I'm not an addict.
If I offend you...
Tough Shit
and, if I apologize...
I DIDN'T FUCKING MEAN IT
That's about it for now.
Her name's Rachel.
She is the hand that holds me up, and the wings that raise me higher.
She is the muse behind my pen, and the chords behind my voice.
I hate to admit my attachment to people, but for her, I make an exception.
She is beautiful.
She is perfect.
And she's MINE.
So back up, Fuckers.