Jessica Lange's fucked up, dysmorphic face is my new favorite hobby. I can’t stop looking at it and all of its recent incarnations. I remember when I was a kid I thought she was the prettiest girl in the whole wide world...I'm gay now and she's just another victim of this shitty city I live in. I somehow thought she’d hold out and never get plastic surgery. Seems I’ve not been on the internets for the last 5 years ‘cause all she got is face work. What would Sam Shepherd say? Who cares...If there’s ever a hemorrhoid face desperately needing surgery it’s his. Maybe he had some work done, I don’t know. Holy muther of fucking god, WTF? What would Tootsie say??? My mother used to drop us kids off at the local movie theater/babysitter in Mineola where I saw 2 pair of breasticles that are forever etched in my stinking, good for nothing brain: Jessica Lange’s boobies being fondled by an ape in King Kong and Genevieve Bujold’s itty bitties on a balcony in Coma. Coma and King Kong…My life in a nutshell. Thanks, Mom. Sit on it, Rock Hard.
