hi, i race bicycles. my hobbies are satisfying cats, ignoring irony, and showering. i enjoy introducing myself.
Please SWOBO, give me something horribly fashionable to wear at an upcoming cash-cycle race. I know that i should be a good-capitalist and buy your stuff from the interwebs ... but, i can't help it ~ i want to be your dirty little display thing, your woolie covered trinket tinkling around in coast-less pedaling mayhem for one testosteroned weekend of so-cal velodrama.
The racing will be megaPro ~ chocked full of So-Cal SuperModels, roadiehardmen, and other such pedaling mercenaries in search of a little x-mas loot to warm the holidays. there will be much suffering and quiet beggings for mercy out on those evil banks, SWOBO ~ and i just don't think i can make myself take the pain of it all if i'm not at least a little bit distasteful to look at by the normal-ites.
So, please SWOBO ... give me baubles to display ...
paint my body with your fabrics and scent me with your disdain for the bummer life. cover me in a way that none will miss, few will understand, and only a handful will tolerate. i'm your template, SWOBO ... your canvas. I'm an aged, velocromium-plated photo ready to be sliced, brushed, edited and imported as layer to your latest wicked creation.
but ... it's not just for you and the creative benefits you will reap when taking my body as canvas. No, i also ask for myself ~ you see, i'm desperate to proclaim loud and clear my status as nuevo primadonna pro ...
i'm ready Swobo. Take up the brush ~ make me so beautiful that eyes bleed when turned upon. make me popular and sinister and make the Man fascinatedly afraid of what i represent.
Thank you for stuff,
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Thursday, November 29, 2007