Art Bag
Remember those high school “art” ‘bags? The “too cool to care” crowd who always seemed to pull cheerleaders without the slightest effort? Or course the appearance of lack of effort was their effort. They were like anti-bag douche. And like anti-matter, they punched holes in the space/time continuum.
That’s Art here.
Drifts into the club like a toked out stoner Tommy Chong. Busts the anti-‘bag aesthetic, only to douche out in so many subtle ways. Anti-‘bags are still ‘bags, let there be no doubt. They simply invert the scrote, and douche from within.
I would love Rene Zellweger Twins while playing legendary punk-rock band “Bad Brains” at full volume and using body lotions illegal in most western countries. I would then repose with a cup of earl grey and the latest issue of Harper’s Weekly whilst my stamina recovered.
