dear santa,
new headphones.
the fur wig by bless from 1996. and any of their tshirt dresses, too.
that raf simons sweater.
plane tickets to london.
i also wouldn't mind drugs cash or ho's.
yours always,
jean
[addendum]
can you also send me a pass to the past? set it to dior homme's 'luster' show f/w 2003. ('and those were the days, my friends. those were the days.')
throw in a disingenuous sensor. you know, the intuition machine that tells me whether something's true or false, genuine or not. i'd like to detect viral marketing schemes from honest handshakes, manipulative liars from artful storytellers.
if only i could cross distances.
4 comments:
wah... my motorcycle cost less than that bicycle.
-psycho
yes. that's why i ask santa for these things.
there's shame to ask the parents, but there is no shame in asking santa.
"wah"? hah!
brunette androgyny! ¡viva la italia!
well, androgyny can certainly X distances.
if nobody else will or can.
leave it to Sire/Madame Androgyny P. Esquire, III!
i promise you!
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