Today, I’m choosing to live as a prehistoric chicken out of celebration for new discovery and spring. Probably eat a few of my coworkers in half. The owner of my company. BUT not his wife. Instead, I would change my mind and become her rather than stay a prehistoric chicken. Then I’d call everyone by the wrong name and demand shit like a wedding to sing at or maybe help putting pain killers crushed in a coffee filter up my butt. Totally not in a sexual way, but maybe more celebrity. CELEBRITY.
Then the video for Farrah Abraham’s “Blowin” clicks on the “Smart” Screen teleprompter, and it’s like a PG version of that brainwashing experiment they do in A Clockwork Orange, only this is caught by about 75 people just zomb-gazing the future-famous singer grippin’ bubbly and her kid’s hand and a steering wheel, and everyone just want’s to know, “Farrah, darling — where are you GOING in any of these instances seen during your video for ‘Blowin?’” Maybe it’s her brilliance still at work. Maybe she just “Blowin” in the wind, careless as a… celebrity?
OH FUCK, y’all gotta scope this video!!
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