About Me:
This profile seems empty. I don't like the colors. This is gonna change soon.
I speak French, my English SUX, I know that.
Hello young child. My name isn't KannibalDevotchka. I don't want a fancy e-name. I've got a name and this is CAMILLE. What is yours? I go to cégep (this is what you may call "college") and then I'll go to a fucking university and I'll become a freak teacher. A freak History teacher. Or maybe a French freak teacher, or a Litterature freak teacher, after all, WHO KNOWS? Feel free to send me any corrections in order to improve the written english of this fancy profile. Thanks, young sweetie.
Hey. This is me. I've got no fancy fake hair. No fancy fake eyelashes. No fancy makeup. No fancy fake nails. No fancy lenses. All I've got is what I am. I learned to be beautiful with what I have, I learned to be natural. I think more girls (and boys) shoul act this way. Of course, all of your fancy pictures are pretty, very pretty, girl. BUT I don't understand what's the meaning of wearing all sorts of things that make you look like somebody else. It is not you on these pictures. It is your hair extensions, your fake eyelashes, your makeup, and of course, Phososhop. Not you. Show me what you really are, show me that you're beautiful even without all these things.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Favorite Music:
America, Atari Teenage Riot, Aural Vampire, Beach Boys, Ben E. King, Bérurier Noir, Björk, Bob Dylan, Bob Marley, Cabaret Voltaire, Cat Stevens, Chuck Berry, Coldplay, Courtney Love, Cream, Danny Elfman, Deep Purple, Eagles, Emerson Lake & Palmer, Eric Clapton, Flogging Molly, Frank Zappa, Funkadelic, Garbage, Genesis, Gentle Giant, Gorillaz, Gun n Roses, Heart, Hole, Janis Joplin, Jean Leloup, Jefferson Airplane, Jethro Tull, John Lennon, Johnny Cash, King Crimson, Kiss, Led Zeppelin, Les Colocs, Les Cowboys Fringants, Malice Mizer, Maria Callas, Marilyn Manson, Melissa Auf Der Maur, Neil Young, Nina Hagen, Nine Inch Nails, Nirvana, Peaches, Pink Floyd, Plume Latraverse, Rage Against The Machine, Rammstein, Rob Zombie, Rush, Sex Pistols, Siouxsie & The Banshees, Supertramp, System Of A Down, The Beatles, The Cranberries, The Cure, The Distillers, The Doors, The Jimi Hendrix Experience, The Mamas & The Papas, The Ramones, The Rolling Stones, The Velvet Underground, The White Stripes, The Who, The Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Zombies, Tool, U2, Van Halen, Yes, Ziggy Marley
Favorite Books:
Candide, La guerre des mondes, Le grand cahier, La preuve, Le troisième mensonge, La religieuse, L'Antéchrist, La généalogie de la morale, Par-delà le bien et le mal, Discours sur l'inégalité, Les parents terribles, Alice's adventures in wonderland, Mike contre-attaque, Tous aux abris, Monsieur Butterfly, J'accuse l'économie triomphante, Manifeste du Parti communiste (que c'est drôle), Hollywood, Le parfum, Le pigeon, Journal d'une combattante, Oedipe-roi, Les fleurs du mal, Poésies complètes (Rimbaud), 1984, La ferme des animaux, Des souris et des hommes