Lady Gaga, who is channeling the multi-tittied prostitute in Total Recall graces the cover of the latest Haper's Bazaar issue, and might I add after reading all the highlights from the article, the cocaine she dips daily into her tea (via that diamond she keeps in her tea cup) has gone to her head with yet another dose of irrititaingly headline-grabbing bullshit she loves to spew to anyone who will listen. Below are some of the highlights where she talks about her stupid body prosthetics, how Alexander McQueen channeled through her while writing Born This Way and much more stupidity to mention here.
On the Syfy-endoursed prosthetics she's been seen wearing everywhere lately: "Well, first of all, they're not prosthetics. They're my bones. They've always been inside of me, but I have been waiting for the right time to reveal to the universe who I truly am. They come out when I'm inspired. We all have these bones! They're the light from inside of us."
On if she's ever chopped and rotated her nose: "I have never had plastic surgery, and there are many pop singers who have. I think that promoting insecurity in the form of plastic surgery is infinitely more harmful than an artistic expression related to body modification. And how many models and actresses do you see on magazine covers who have brand-new faces and have had plastic surgery, while I myself have never had any plastic surgery? I am an artist, and I have the ability and the free will to choose the way the world will envision me."
On how Alexander McQueen lives through her: "I think he planned the whole thing: Right after he died, I wrote 'Born This Way.' I think he's up in heaven with fashion strings in his hands, marionetting away, planning this whole thing."
On living in L.A. for a moment: "I put my toe in that water, and it was a Kegel-exercise vaginal reaction where I clenched and had to retract immediately," she says in a very vivid metaphor. "I ran furiously back to New York, to my old apartment, and I hung out with my friends, and I went to the same bars."
Thinking about her clenching anything between her legs makes me want to find the nearest Syphilis-infected dick and poison my insides with it, just so I can go blind from the thought. Also how blasphemous to think that the last thing Alexander McQueen had on his mind was Lady fucking Gargoyle while he was busy committing suicide. If this isn't something that would piss the fashion Gods off, I don't knowwhat is. This is the exact thing that turns me off from her - while her brainwashed "monsters" will eat this shit up like stale punane. Seriously, I don't care how famous you are - when you make ridiculous comments in regards of comparing your music to a dead fashion designer you take much of your inspiration from, you need to be slapped into next week with those same exact bones you say are apart of your body.
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