As a collector of artificial media, it’s my job to deconstruct anything not in its original packaging. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew my sticky, syrup tainted fingers would clumsily smother your neon accessories with the tacky footprints of my unrefined, candied pleasures.
If you wanted to come in here, looking like and saying you’re a Barbie Doll, I don’t see how you’re surprised that I stripped you down and popped off your head like all the other Barbies of my youth.
