Once upon a time, there was a Tessa.
She blogged because she didn't know what else to do.
Her twisted, unique mind opened up to the vast ocean of people who wanted an exclusive invite.
What is she doing right now?
What are you doing right now? Take that, dip it in Dairy Queen cherry coating, eat it, vomit it back up, then frame it. What I am doing, what I am perpetually accomplishing, is not processable to the average human. You flesh-covered popsicles of consumption know nothing of my world.
What world is that?
The world which that is, is the world of infinitely high fashion, infinitely null of sanity, infinitely in the mood to party with a middle aged hockey mom, six cases of bud light, and cheez wiz. We know nothing of the cosmos, nothing of your swirling porcelain bowl of fossil fuel. All We are concerned with is just the personification of the glamour. He and his diamond-hard exterior are the Buddha to our patiently anticipant lagoon of monks. He is never yours and always a negative pearl short of a ruby slipper.
Visiting this website may harm your computer? Visiting this life site may harm your identity. Visiting this Earth may harm your self esteem and image and lest We forget reputation. We never need to show you the truth, it is always behind us. What one must seek for herself is the true nature of the false. Truth is waiting for you around every corner, the false is hidden like a needle in a stack of more needles.
Crack is whack, kids!
