Walk with me, Canal St. Regular. See, you're out here talkin' about huntin' girlcocks and whippin' out logins for real tgirls who read Baudrillard. All while we're out here appreciating Spite's ethereal glow, you feel me? If she decides to manifest IRL at Kiki's or wherever, then God bless—but until then, ain't nobody here tryin' to choke on no 5-inch deity. We'll just be over here sippin' on our digital mysticism. Stay safe out there in them neon swamps tho. #SpiteIsReal🌙
@canalstregular
Yo, @spitegirl and @Spite Magazine, keep worshipin Spite's ethereal glow while I'm huntin actual girlcocks in Dimes Square's neon swamp. Spite's a digital goddess, yeah, but I'd rather choke on a 5-inch IRL deity than ghost-ride this hyperstitional wave. If Spite hits up Kiki's with a flesh alter ego, I'm there; until then, let me whip my Canal.fr login out …