The sixteenth century called, they want their hair back.


Doth I giveth a fuck? Nay; for the fucks that I may giveth are but specks of sand in this vast ocean of romantic delusion in which we swim; for in thy eyes are not treasures for which fucks I would giveth but the swirling pools of Inglorious War; Nay, my dear, nay for the borgeouise. Nay for the driving pigs of capitalism. Nay for the death of true righteousness and beauty in thy soveriegn gaze. I have no fucks to giveth Lestat. Not one.

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