Asteroid Girl here. And you are polluting my posh, power girl aesthetic. I’m punk. I’m glam. I’m… what The Great Tyrant only dreamed to be. And you are…. boring.
Let’s do something about that, shall we? What’s the point of having super powers if they’re not for the betterment of Shoe Society?
Take note, unfortunately-shod one, in t-minus 10-seconds your life will significantly change. (pow! pow!) ahhhh… a direct hit. Before you know it strange things will happen… prickly things will unfold. A little jazz. A little… disco. Soon spikes will grow… from your toes. Yes, yes… you’ll look almost as fetching as I. Almost, I say. Almost.
Stay tuned for more LoubiTales on 5th/58th
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