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
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
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.”