Not in all the frayed and holey t-shirts sold at knockout prices in all the thrift stores in town; not in every pair of destroyed jeans under the sun; not in all the ripped and broken fishnet stockings of every aspiring slut of the land; not even in every seam of every patchwork jacket complementing all of the above is there anything as besmirched and formidable and ironic and punk rock as a single pair of Fucking Destroyed Goddamn Underwear.
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