so completely disenchanted. these pictures are not what i am about, most were spontaneously taken with no effort or purpose (with the exception of like...3 images). my so-called "poems" mean nothing to anybody but me. i do not understand the desire within to gain attention or praise from strangers. this is not my art. my passion is in music; opera, experimental rock, jazz. being female is becoming quite a chore. to balance this obsessive desire to be thin, beautiful, sexy, loved, and all the while intelligent, funny, interesting, creative, respected. i have projected my need for adoration from one person to hundreds. but i am so much more than any of this could ever represent. art cannot be compromised, contrived, or thrown together...which is what i've done here due to lack of outlet and insomnia. it shall remain as a reminder of how shallow i can allow myself to become. perhaps i will have something of substance and meaning to post in the future. until then...adieu.