I'm not real, but I pretend I am in words.
June 16, 2011
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Filthy Dirty Whore
It’s unseemly for a forty year old stay at home mother (mother!) to suddenly want to slap stickers and art up on walls she doesn’t own, to put words on things where no words are meant to be, to shout, “Fuck you!” to religious zealots and zombie sheep people, to wish for the goddamn rapture to be real and suck up all those fools and their shill, their pretensions of cool when we all know: they are TRBC in hipster fucking clothes.
Love people, just don’t be gay, because we hate gay. We gave it all up we live like this for Jeezus, we are dirty and don’t bathe for Jeezus, we eat together live together grow vegetables in our poor inner-city houses together for Jeezus.
Sham. Fuckers.
