Legs Eleven
There are few women, or people at all I would want to be entirely, but lately it seems all I want is to emulate is these outrageous, lovelier, stranger and stirring glows of glitter in darkness. This infuriates me no end as I hope I'm not a doomed content-to-be version while they roam the night while I just wander my room.
Hell, maybe I just want to spend more time in jumpsuits.
LET'S GET READY TO RUMBLE. (Or ramble...)
I'd better keep with this as I never want to name a blog on the spot ever, ever again.
I'm not tech savvy so let's not get any hopes up too high, but I have enough (extremely beyond all copyright) images lurking uselessly on my desktop that hopefully I'll order them through this somehow with some other nonsense. Apologies in advance and if I'm shut down well, touche...
Hopefully there won't be too many if any loosely veiled posts about my life and what not but odds are high. And if I ever post up something successful I have created myself you're more likely to hear me shouting it from rooftops and passing cars rather than putting it on here...
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