christina aguilera

“dirrty”

rca records

anna got hurt in moscow yesterday

called me sobbing and wouldnt get off the phone.

she asked me if i had seen the new christina aguilera video

i said “yes i did see the video.

infact i downloaded the video last night, anna.

i played it over and over

slowly.

one handed.

i loved her outfits.

i loved the song.

i loved the production of the song with its overlayed whispers

i loved the production of the video with its flashes of everything.

i loved the heaps of men and flesh and women surrounding her

pulsating around her moving with her

grooving with her.

i loved that it was still her show even though she is so little

so white so good and so bad.

i loved that her hair extentions were made of yarn and twine and lint and

cobwebs.

i loved that she looks like she has fully become aware of her nastiness and

she is taking ownership

in a way much different than some tranny’s dream of moulin rouge

but of a wigger with an attitude

with the waistband of a kilt as a skirt.

i loved that it seemed to me that she knows shes number two on my list

and she did everything she could to leapfrog you.

and didnt necessarilly fail.

just has a really long way to go.

but is definately knockin on the door.”

anna sneered,

ho