Yesterday we went to this funky fashion show with a bunch of supermodels walking the runway although it was more like they were trying to seduce you. When I arrived at the studio, I found the cavernous space decked out like a runway show from hell. One model wore a motorcycle outfit (with side view mirrors) and a robot costume. The robot was an amazing piece that was really handmade, and of course it didn’t stretch. It was kind of tight, and then there was the helmet that was literally made on the skull. One of the girls backstage was fed up with being back there, she was like a revolution. She snapped, went berserk, and someone tried to slap her to calm her down. She said: “No, you’ve got to get me going. I want you to really push me and slap the hell out of me.” And another girl said, “Really?” And she turned around and just slapped her. She went, “Like that.” and she was like, “Okay!” So she shook her. She then went on the runway and they were trying to stop her, and there were all these women walking out in full-on couture, and she came running out and they were trying to stop her and she threw her robe off and she was all latex and she took over the runway. It was kind of like the ugly duckling that bursts into the beautiful swan. She threw herself down on the catwalk, her legs in a wide-open split. She kicked and rolled and flipped and did what she did in one take and the place went insane.
I remember when I first arrived in the US due to the different culture I was brought up in, the folks in town teased me and considered me "not right" and implied slight mental illness or simply being different. I was in a relationship of some kind with this girl in town. She once told me, “Everybody thinks I should be afraid of you, but I’m not.” The town's sheriff would take photographs of us and follow one or both of us in his vehicle. Eventually I caught her making love to an unidentified person. Shortly afterwards the sheriff also arrived and spotted me. I fled, leaving my scarf behind on the branch of a bush. My girlfriend disappeared under suspicious circumstances and was later found dead. Shunned by many, I was immediately considered the main suspect. While in the interrogation room, I was shown a white cloth, which the sheriff identified as the item used to strangle the girl. I denied that the girl and I were romantically involved. Locals vandalized o...
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