Does this sound gay?

Drive boy, dog boy, dirty numb angel boy. In the doorway boy, she was a lipstick boy. She was a beautiful boy, and tears boy, and all in your innerspace boy. You had hands girl, boy, and steel boy. You had chemicals boy. I've grown so close to you, boy, and you just groan boy. She said: comeover, comeover. She smiled at you, boy. Let your feelings slip, boy, but never your mask, boy. Random blonde bio high density rhythm. Blonde boy, blonde country, blonde high density. You are my drug, boy, you're real, boy. Speak to me and boy dog. Dirty numb cracking boy. You get wet, boy. Big big time, boy. Acid bear boy. Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes, and remembering nothing, boy. You like my tin horn boy, and get wet like an angel, derail. You got a velvet mouth. You're so succulent and beautiful. Shimmering and dirty. Wonderful and hot times on your telephone line; and god and everything on your telephone and in walk an angel. And look at me your mom, squatting pissed in a tube-hole at Tottenham Court Road. I just come out of the ship, talking to the most blonde I ever met, shouting: Lager lager lager lager. Shouting: Mega mega white thing. So many things to see and do in the tube hole, true. Blonde going back to Romford. Mega mega mega going back to Romford. Hi mom, are you having fun? And now are you on your way to a new tension headache?