THIS IS GOING REALLY
SLOW AND YOU'RE NOT
SO FAST YOURSELF
The beauty of the cross-dresser hinges on the art :
irony, certainly, has no place, and lipstick on an
ass would do no good. It cannot be hidden, has
all to be out in the open for it to make any sense.
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The preacher knows this, on Sunday; standing high
up, going on like a late-night commercial for standards
of value and worth - 'if you act now ! Stop! you get
two!'
The soul flies to Heaven, no matter of you - evil twin
or cross-dressing flamer, monstrous hawk or man on
fire. Jesus loves the little children and hark the
herald
angels sing. My loss will be your gain.
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I understand the way the world works - it trades in
images and represented things. Nothing is as real
as it seems, and that beautiful woman, there, was
once someone's sister - that man over there was
an Esau twin. That's just the way things work. A
transitional elegance, a miraculous conversion,
the changings of hearts into doves, the
changings of hearts into doves.
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