Okay, so I did tear that guy’s arm off when he bumped into me as I was biking down (the middle of) Lake Shore Drive. But…I did sew it back on.
The exquisite Voice of the Beehive knew this destructive duality well, as evidenced by the nearly perfect pop confection Monsters and Angels:
So, here’s to the beast and the baby!
Until the next time…SWEET love and pink GRUE, Big Gay Horror Fan!
