I don’t know if these are actually pics of Keira Knightley, mainly because I don’t know who Keira Knightley is. I guess I do know that she isn’t important enough for me to remember her, but then again either is my phone number, address or my name 85% of the time. I am damaged goods and a little on the forgetful side of things. Speaking of damaged goods. This slag looks like damaged goods, not because the pictures are a piece of shit quality, but because she’s rockin’ American Apparel. American Apparel ruins bitches in my eyes. It makes me think of rich kids at Last Night Party events, flashing their “father is a doctor” and their “I go to prep school” tits. In theory you’d think I’d be down with the girls who were too good for my dick when I was in my 20s turning into the local hussies, but I am not happy that it took a brand like American Apparel to be the reason for it. I like girls to become loose in the hips like elvis at their own volition and the fact that they are rocking American Apparel like it is The Gap, even though bitches look good in the shit, pisses me off, because there’s nothing different between the Lesbians of the 90s in their Gap khakis and this movement… Minxy Winxy made me go into an American Apparel store yesterday so that she could try on some kind of shitty Cardigan. The place was employed rich Jews who were trying to be Hip in their Lee Jeans and styled hair and it annoyed me. Other than the whole politics behind the brand, I love the way girls look in it.
With Love,
Jesus Martinez – On the Road