WHO AM I
“BEING VAPID HAS GOTTEN ME EVERYTHING I’VE EVER WANTED. ONLY UGLY PEOPLE COMPLAIN ABOUT TODAY’S SOCIETY.
BECAUSE.. THEY’RE ALL BENT UP ON BEING UGLY, YOU KNOW?”
“SO LIKE, ARE WE GOING TO FUCK OR NOT?”Janus’ dead eyes wrap around the poor girl and constrict her, as if pulling the words of consent from her mouth. She can’t say no. And judging from what he’s briefly told her, she takes solace in knowing that no man or woman before her has ever had better results in restraint. Still, the dead eyes sadden her. Janus is an empty soul.
I HOPE A REVOLUTION HAPPENS SOON BECAUSE THESE HEELS ARE KILLING ME.
At the moons highest hour, men of all different countries converge in the city of Sin only to black out on the very drinks they got themselves. It’s only then that her heightened sense of smell awakens her lust for company and a centuries old thirst. They wake up in their hotels bleeding, believing to have injured themselves as a result of drunkenness. Such is the life of the modern Moon Child.
Creepiness aside, I’m using acrylics better to my advantage
I’ve got these crocodile tears for you.
A much better view of my new Vendela pendant
By the turn of the millennium, the poor girl had forgotten her own name.The night she met Janus, he found her sitting on the railing of his Cosmopolitan hotel. He suggested she call herself Ashley, and from that moment on she took on a new identity.
“I’m the keeper of secrets.”