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T H E C H O I C E

i was baptized by fire
i was burned on the flame
i was over the top
im not the same
i was put to music
i was filled with air
and i was a hustler to get rid of discomfort down there
i was toasted like bread
i was questionaired
i was treated like a dog that was in nobodys care


you put my head into the water
and i thought that i would drown
but i came up for air
and baby i was found
well i was found by you
but by the devil too
and between the two
i i had to choose

i was chewed by rats
i was put onto the tube
then the rats chewed the tube

plus you know who
i was conscripted
chewed up like a cookie
i was left out when they got to the part that wasn't chewy
i dried my eyes
i bit my tongue
i swallowed my pride
i would have died

look what ive done
look what ive done again
look what ive done

you put my head into the water and i thought that i would drown
but i came up for air
and baby i was found
i was found by you
and the devil too
ahh yeah between the two
ahh i had to choose

Alexander The Great

R.I.P.

The news that Alexander McQueen has killed himself is particularly devastating because it always felt to me like he’d be the last man standing. He was restless, but so pragmatic with it I assumed he had what it took to endure the extreme situations he placed himself in. He was also an arch romantic with a pessimistic streak. It produced some of the most beautiful, shocking images in the history of fashion, but it’s a state of mind that can lead to endless disappointments. The death of McQueen’s mother last week would have validated his pessimism. It would undoubtedly have taken away his most vital support. It’s awful to imagine him trying—and failing—to cope, and one can only hope that, if he was looking for peace, he found it. For everyone left behind, there will eventually be consolation, however scant right now, in a body of work whose power will never die. —Tim Blanks

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