bite my lip and close my eyes, take me away to paradise. .....................i saw a scrawny little heroine addict-lookin' bitch with tattoos on her legs, laying down in a copacabanana on her phone there on the sea, just luxuriating in her hotness. and i said to myself:"might she be apop star? isaid it don't matter." surely, sheIS, one, using a generic schematic of (despairingly-presumptive) feminine prostitution that rarafies the ordinary of life at the same time that it makes it uniquely expertological. As farasiewaszConcerned: she didn't need a single follower. So, yeah, i guess it's a type of life now we can all get inna. --Unnamed Yacht loser, realizin what he's got on-Yacht might not be prime grade shit no longer