AOC

>tell her it's not a sausage its a mic
If it was a "sausage", then she'd be getting that raise

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you incels are so obsessed with her lmao

I understand! Her make up bill alone is rumored to by thirty five thousand dollars a year...
Osocio Cortex... Wearing a face that she leaves in a jar by the door... Who is it for?

My phone’s clattering vibrato alarmed me out of REM to thumbing through notifications, assuming there must be a wildfire or a mass shooting somewhere at this unholy hour, and I was more than thankful to learn it was an update to Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez’s Wikifeet page, the latest screenshots delivered from a few hours-old Instagram story where she had characteristically upset some fuss-prone group of people. Her image consultants have made her glow in the way you expect on social media platforms. Her spectacles are so round but perfectly proportional, a melding of scholarly suffering and a fashionista’s aloofness from normalcy and expectation. Assembling Ikea furniture once again, the flatpack is out of view. We see only a sheet of wordless instructions opened before Alexandria whose short shirt sleeves have been rolled up to and just over the first crest of her shoulders, elongating her slender arms and making even fumbling gestures seem radiant evocation, an oracle writhing in the message. There’s an almost epaulette effect to the rolled fabric looming atop her shoulders, always more than a mere wink and nod to style, Alexandria is most likely subtly messaging donors that she is, despite her efficacious rhetoric, endorsing all Western-administered global projects by re-appropriating to her svelte and toned shoulders such figuratively Roman or French military accessories.

Her handlers and donors and patrons likely thought this Brusalmn assembly-side chat would not proceed much as if Alexandria had begun an Eka Pada Sirsasana but instead of pulling her foot fully behind her head and her hands to a restful palm-to-palm serenity she had opened her Ms. Pac Man Muppet mouth only to engulf fully the entirety of her foot’s glossy but unpainted toes, shoving her foot to the back of her throat as if she was trying to devour in whole her metatarsals, ceasing not her slobbery quest even amidst mucosal gags and viscous expirations, and doing all this before her 3.6 million followers, some of whom are likely real registered voters. Still, her audience was quite provoked by Alexandria, a woman rescued from the brutal beauty-harvesting upon which our economics so cravenly feast, young woman spun up and spellbound right into the breach of it, rewarded for diving past the teeth and going right into the gut of the machine where they can be melted and metabolized. This was much her trajectory, long a student who found only the service industry, a completely unremarkable situation, much the same anywhere on the planet, only much more expensive and dire in the United States. Alexandria’s early Wikifeet entries lay bare the ravages of that modern violence done to a woman’s beauty, specifically the elemental beauties of a women in her youth, feminine prime.

Well she certainly makes a part of me rise.

Hours of standing, bruising and debilitating paces to everything work and life, one can observe Alexandria’s arches droop, purged of tautness, spring and suppleness, economics requiring her more as a bartender or a physiologically inert sitter or queued shuffler than as a beautiful woman. She can be recreationally beautiful if she has the time but that is all that is permitted. Otherwise she must endure and be inured by it all. But Alexandria got to escape from this pitiless pit, figuratively hauling herself up by her election’s scant rope in a Spanish style wrap-and-lock, propelling herself by those New Yorkers so faithfully snaked atop her ascendant and slightly up-turned purple Asics, placing upon the foot-formed crook her next ascendant step up the establishment rope, slinking, stepping, pulling, emitting the barest of female exertional noises along with her emitted sheets of gracefully perspired lucite beads that Alexandria notably enjoyed feeling tumble down from her unfurrowed brow and cool her eyelids and orbital skin, neck, clavicle, solar plexus and navel. In the earliest documentation of her feet, Alexandria seems freshly unshod after just such physical toil, her skin mottled and stamped by the clench of her modest shoes and a lifestyle given over to the system’s constant maintenance and upgrading, even if she was trying only to survive and never endorse.

One can only speculate upon the intensity and sacrifice required by her rehabilitative programming, but Alexandria has taken to no small amount of rigorous myofascial mobility exercises, pressing, pointing, flexing, band-stretching, practicing her Demi Pointe immediately upon waking, after morning eliminations at her Congressional office, and several times throughout her evenings questing through her spare apartment’s designs and features, marveling at the ornamental countertop, the backsplash, the immaculate stainless appliances, even the colorful computerized and highly communicative, even emotive, Japanese toilet, but doing all this on her tip toes. Behold now the feet won by these new regimens and you see an entirely different creature than the harried bolus destined for systematic digestion. Alexandria, or colloquially, ominously, “AOC,” has earned arches that crest ripply basins deeper than the Chiapas Madres or Chicxulub. They are toned and pliant wedges, familiar to shape, sequenced strength and dexterous gesture. Before proceeding into a lengthy explanation or story, Alexandria lifts her first metatarsal as if searching for weather or wind, a curious reflex and perhaps one scripted to titillate her adulating audience, but with her new feet Alexandria could now readily command an entire room with such an elemental thing as a crevice of toe cleavage peaking up from her cozy designer leather shoes or, as she did throughout her Instagram story, simply bare the lateral side of her soles and so hypnotize with the undulating dunes breezing across the bottoms of her roast turkey breast-colored feet.

>((((((((AOC))))))))

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In that article she argues that it isn't so much a raise as a cost of living adjustment, somehow rationalized by then stating "everyone should be given COL increases."

But that's not the best part. She says pay raises are necessary for members of Congress because, if they don't get raises, they'll seek "dark money" sources like bribes etc... PAY ME OR ELSE I'LL BE EVIL

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Here's an idea AOC: start a Kickstarter to release your nudes.

God I wanna nut on her face. Too bad she's flat. Why can't she have some H cups?

imagine rubbing your glans across her lips for a full hour

She does little suckles and kisses, stops briefly to reapply her lipstick and continues, leaving obvious lipstick marks all over that pulsing head.