naive, low tech, I like it pure. imperfections, it may sound absurd, but I like frailties, and wounds. Without mine, I wouldn't be me, and as per shown to those in my past I won't be changing. Applebags:X lmao Teabaging, and yea gizmo lieks the nudity:) It's only human, survival of the fittest includes a highly volatile attraction to bare flesh. In the end, I'll hook up with staff from movies, then a star. Stars are just like those perfect people you check out on the street. You think perfect, I think imperfect inside, issues, and problems like you couldn't believe.

Imperfect, not perfect inside, but just right for me. I like darkness, I like emptiness inside, eyes that stare back at me. Not smile empty at my strange stares. Of course...that's just me, and I'm not you. But maybe, just maybe, I'll be lucky enough to find someone who loves me, just simply. Think it strange? I'm the stranger walking on the street no one see's. I like it that way.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"