I stole a page from your book and a line from your page, and flew into a lesbian rage. Cursing mine and my own rotten luck, another nude descends a staircase to get fucked. A city scene, darkness falls, now skate hard down the gallery walls. Explore those themes, I hear your work's informed by queens, so is mine now. There's a plague on, there's a rat-tailed ensemble burying all of our hits in the sand, the same sand a desert uses. Now wipe that look from your face, the world is that which is the case. It's okay to be seen, don't dethrone the drama queen, just for putting everybody in their place. Go, don't stay, just throw it all away. There is you and then there is your body.