She BLEEDS!!!!! It's just that thing...among eyes observing...among anyone feeling left out...I miss the 80s....people lived for a good time...and the whole MTV Crib or a hand out on someone vs just ready to invite all to a house party, shit decorations, and great music...and what happens...shhh...because people knew how to have actual fucking fun...now it's so...filtered and keeping up appearances....it's just fucked, even when it's so fucking realized....And She's buying herself a stairway to....
When it's all figured out like that...I think of Jay-Z...I'm not black I'm OJ.....OKAY! Gnome King Renditions....constantinople...POP, POP, POP....POP PEACE...slam dance...When you're fucked and you think you're realized...Keep IT reeeeeeel....
Sweep-Steaks....Win, your fucked, and realized...Poor Dear, Oh Deer...(and this institutional form a performative, and the informatic, possibly, at least more so, than this form, a communicative)
