2 months ago I went to a John Maus show to feel closer to kennedi. John maus jumped up and down feverishly, running across stage shouting and nonstop headbanging, absolutely drenched in sweat. He was so hot. I wanted his sweating balls on my face and I wanted to lick his sweaty boiling stinky feet. I don’t give a shit about Ken anymore. I want that smelly autistic man inside me. If it’s really true he wrote a song titled “Kennedi Cotarelo” then I will turn into Ken myself in hopes that he will fall for me.