'So dead in their hats were they, that they were listening to this shit and watching this small person shift and change the ways they thought. Drug-addled infestations of control and power, simulacrums of pale fortitude, puke-stains on a suede jacket. It was all there, but those days bore no recognition of anything. It was all a gay fantasy.'
posted by gary j. introne @ 6:38 AM
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