Who knew?
I’m the epitome of over the top breathtakingly extravagant faggot chic. I dance like a big queer demon, although I am more concerned about being seen than actually enjoying myself. I probably wear feathers. Jesus Christ.
My crazy ramblings about how much things suck with a hint of moronity and a slender dab of absurdment. Simple enough, isn't it?
2 Comments:
where'd this come from?
because, you know, it does look a little familiar...
http://pushingthrough.com/projects/faggot/
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