an essay, by photo.

[thejunipertree]

suppose it could be worse. I could work out my feelings through interpretive dance. Instead, ya'll get a photo essay.


Your lovely host.


Your lovely host, part II


Add ginger man cookies, for sugar (that says dipped in DARK CHOCOLATE!)


Stir with a Harry Potter Magic Wand (I kept this one in colour because it
makes my hair look blue).


The final result: PUNK RAWK ATTITUDE!
I'm too tired and stressed out to deal with drama.
Fuck LJ.
Fuck AC.
And fuck people who either freak out when I speak my mind
or when I keep quiet. Can't please everybody and I'm tired
of trying.

pickpickpickpickpick
needleneedleneedleneedle




A final note: OBLIVATE!

...now where are my goddamn cigarettes?

Comments

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

I need to remember my faux punk roots.
And how to build a bullshit repeller.

[meetzemonsta.livejournal.com]

And why is that whenever I give someone the finger, it always looks like I'm beckoning to them with my index finger?

I mean...look at that shit!

I have mutant hands.