Vanity in a Picnic Basket

My existence as well as the actions and appearance it entails are all partial to my design. Intentional I have been over all, beginning since I gained teenage consciousness. Photographing me is a form of copyrighting my art and expression. I choose beauty in all I commit to, and will eternally be chosen over efficiency. Over comfort included, which I gladly renounce for charm/subtle (or not so subtle) glamour. Publish or announce claim of me and you gut me of all control over self and artistic liberty. Speak of me in your own wording and you do the same. Simply and only observe me. Through appreciation, disapproval, or hatred, observe what I possess and display. Crediting yourself for visually capturing or encapsulating the work I have made manifest of is insulting. Beauty in the things I own and concoct, producing everything I omit and surround myself with. A form of arrogance is essential for every action committed, and required for distinct and worthy cumulation. Vanity is a fraud, and no action is worth committing without arrogance.