Tall & Proud


‘You a slave. You a dirty. You kiss boot, or I make you many pain!’














































The Gynarchy’s inner-city streets are a harsh and frightening place when you’re a lowly, head-in-the-wall footslave. Our humble head is helpless and exposed to all who walk by, and you are at the mercy of their boots and socks. You must remember that even a girl’s sock has more rights than, and is worth more than, you – for, unlike you, a sock enjoys intimacy with its wearer, whereas you are just a cold and lonely humble head out on the mean streets; a thing that is despised. A dirty thing – down amongst the dirt, where you belong.

The Chinese punk-girl is quite right to look down on you through her pierced nose, and to have you kiss-respect her dirty boots before walking off towards the bright lights of the city with her pretty head held high. But you – you who are nothing – must bow your head low in humility and shame as you watch her walking away from you tall and proud with your wet lip marks on her boots. For you are less than her socks.



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