Owning a camera doesn’t make you a photographer. Sucking the occasional dick for pocket change dont make you a high dollar hottie and writing in your diary don’t make you a published writer.
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery then I am being flattered up the ass recently. Here’s the thing, I’m original, a free thinker, imaginative and sharp as a tack. I think in concepts and just as soon as you try to appropriate my style, I’m already two steps over to the next bright shinny thing. I’m a consummate artist who lives her art and I am always looking for the next exciting thing and creative adventure to participate in. So suck up my table scraps losers, try to be me, it’s impossible, you can’t do it and look like horses ass trying. I’m smarter, more creative plus I’m well trained and well practiced. I care about being GOOD at whatever it is I do and i work damn hard at it, be that fucking someones brains out until they cant see straight, to making regular girls look on the outside like the hot seductresses they really are on the inside, all the way up to reveling very personal nuggets of my thought process that amuse, seduce and entertain.
So put apples in your ho pictures, put up a website offing your photography services with no portfolio on it, steal my headlines, tag lines, ad copy and blog entrys if you are too much of a dumb twat to think for yourself and come up with your own original style and presentation. The only place those kinds of sloppy seconds will get you is to the obvious…
“didn’t Jenny do that already?”
I haz hammer — I can be carpenter?
Holy shit. show me the twat that used an apple, girl.
as Mr. Dy-no-myte says: Flippin Idiot!