I love that when you Google image search the name I was born with you can see my ass and vagina, free of charge. That’s pretty goddamn hardcore. There isn’t anything special about my body but it’s mine, I was born with it. What’s so goddamn special about the picture then, you ask? What the fuck am I dying to prove, you inquire? Well. It’s like this. That picture is my gargantuan FUCK YOU to the world. Small press male poets! I challenge you! Who amongst you is hardcore enough to submit a picture of yourself with your balls hanging out to Ben John Smith of Horror Sleaze Trash? With your real name, the name you were born with? I triple dog dare ya, motherfuckers. “I promote my words, not my balls.” Oh go suck a gopher’s dead dick, in that case. You are no kind of fun at all!

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