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Sketch me and do not hold back. I order my likeness to be honest under pain of death. Render it in whatever medium you choose; only do it without forgiveness. Register every open pore, unflattering scare, blemish, and bump. If you see hate, take no less than a day to capture it. There will be no lies when the ribbon is cut. If love, spare not. I will finance any size canvas. Etch my teeth with something crude because they are not friendly. Even after having made them beautiful their primal threat could no porcelain hide. If I shine like an eel, why powder my face with the dullness of chalk? Acquaint yourself with difficult oil colors. Ridicule changes the morphology of original forms. What God intended melts over defensive spikes. Testify with improvisation. Glass shards will only hold with the best adhesive. Embed gravel, frame it with thorns. Purchase a welders mask if necessary. We are not shooting for romance. This will do more in the service of scaring crows than fetching a handsome some. This is life and will. The auctions blocks have no part of this magnum opus. I will not refuse musicality. Record funeral grief and put it on a loop. Enslave a handful of cicadas and coerce their song. I want the public to know, though I was no butterfly, the light did activate me. I have my finer points. Order velvet by the rolls. Not all of my biology was wholly given over to sensuality. I did consider tenderness. In my better hour, I operated as a reformer of pure sincerity. Let that also be told, and not just ugly things. You should look into spools of golden thread. My virtue is thin, but it stretches far. Defy me once in the depiction of my eyes and I will burn you with very ingredient of your edit. I have the eyes of a killer. To wish them away is futile. Widening them in doe like fashion does not confer innocence. Every blink refreshes the signal to run. Stretch the iris of a crocodile over the area where my heart should sit. Incorporate wool not because I am cold but because I am uncomfortable. In holiness I want to defile, and in defilement I want to cleanse. It is a moral itch that can never be satisfied. Unveil me exclusively in the private company of outcasts. Do not exact charge, neither ask for a review.