"The Rimbaud Parade!"

Graceful son of Pan! Around your forehead crowned with little flowers and laurel, your eyes, those precious balls, revolve.  Stained with wine dregs, your cheeks grow hollow. Your fangs gleam. Your chest is like a lyre, tinklings course through your blonde arms. Your heart beats in the belly where the double sex sleeps. Walk around at night,  gently moving this thigh, this second thigh and this left leg.
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Wow wadda guy that Rimbaud! I think it's high bleeping time our teen pervert hero Arthur Rimbaud had a float in the annual so-called Gai Parade, and "Stroller Pushers Jamboree!"

"Parade my Aged Black Butt!!"

It's a "Queer Liberation, and We Survived March" dammit!!!

At least it's supposed to be. The point is there ought to be something other than Muscle Men swinging their cocks around, and Reactionary Lesbians shaking their Tits at everybody. Nice tho' them tits, and cocks may be it seems they have missed the damned point!

There at long last ought to be something actually Queer in the damned thing. What we went through all that so you hairy bleeps, and hateful dykes could forget everything, and go into your lying deluded "...We're just like You" fraud?

We are nothing like "YOU"

Never have been Never will be!

Yeah maybe an altar to an actual Sexual Outlaw might remind them mutants where they came from...not. Them folks are mutants of a sort we never imagined back in the day.

Saints preserve us!

Hey let some actual "Sweaty Faggot Queer Sissy Perverts" in for a change. Ya know the ones that started this whole thing?! Let the reactionary bigoted hateful lesbian mothers stay in their baby changing fortress.

Wouldn't want any 'real' Fearless Faggots with back bone who don't have time for your mind games near them embryos would ya!

Bleep'em

I can see it now hoards of Old Queer Poets, and Gleeful horny sun bronzed Queer Boy Scouts drinking wine snorting speed coke, and sipping Absinthe in honor of our Teen Pervert Faggot Hero Rimbaud! 

I'm hard on them dykes. They used to be our Sisters. Now they'd call the frigging cops on the likes of 'real' Fags in a Wall Street heartbeat. 

Nothing brings on a broken heart, and Rage like Betrayal.

Of course I mean all this in a nice way. 


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