October 29, 2013
The Nine Lives of Lydia Lunch
"The urges and purges of the avant-garde priestess and No Wave predator."
Why is the pussy an instrument of torture? Honey, when you’re that tight it’s going to hurt some of the guys! I was flashing it enough last night and I had no fucking takers, like, ‘Here it is if you want it any time!’ There’s so much fucking cock rock, but not enough poetry written to the power of the fucking magnificence of A) my pussy but B) pussy in general. There’s not enough literature, songs, proclamations on t-shirts. Well, of course gender is a fucking illusion. I mean, I have my legs crossed now only because if I open them I’d poke you in the eye with my dick. You like the thought of that, don’t you?
For example: This Side of Nowhere.
Posted by Ghost of a flea at October 29, 2013 08:24 AM