Told as a child that you’re made of snails and puppy dog tails, you recoiled. “Why do the girls get to be sugar and spice?”
But you resign yourself to the snails and tails characterization. The image empowers you—ugliness and vulgarity dominate beauty and grace. To enhance the image, you scowl, spit, fight, and play with snakes. You empty countless liquor bottles and count the virgins you deflower and debase. You disfigure your body, in God’s image, with hideous tattoos of skulls and dragons. Yes, a twisted sick disgrace, you send young people to war and gladly go along.
But you resign yourself to the snails and tails characterization. The image empowers you—ugliness and vulgarity dominate beauty and grace. To enhance the image, you scowl, spit, fight, and play with snakes. You empty countless liquor bottles and count the virgins you deflower and debase. You disfigure your body, in God’s image, with hideous tattoos of skulls and dragons. Yes, a twisted sick disgrace, you send young people to war and gladly go along.
