- Joined
- Jul 3, 2016
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said - "Two vast and unwashed trannies
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, in the sand,
Half sunk a shipping container lies, unrenovated,
beside an unkept shitpit, near the water well still unplanned,
Tell that its architect had absolutely no fucking clue what they were doing.
And the trash-strewn hills around the container,
Still echo of work-shy trannies and dramas brewing.
And on the weed greenhouse, these words appear:
'My name is Greta Martela, King of Ratkings;
Look on my Trans*community, Cisscum, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
As still no one answers the fucking hotline."
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Nina is a dude
Greta is one too
Also in this thread: "your photo sucks balls, so it definitely must be art".