Apocalypstick, 40

St. Crysi de Milo, Our Lady of the Gutter I am a blistered fashionista, anti-social worker and disasterpiece; the acceptable face of post-genderism and the one your mama warned you about - a post-human celluloid atrocite and rock N ruin performance artist cultured from a drug-virus, bringer of homo- asphyxiation, purveyor of torch song tragedies, no wave counter-culture and gender terrorism. My life is an art-piece on insanity, an exercise in self-destruction, rising from the fetid underbelly to the mainstream like a shrieking pink flamingo. Rise deviant apostles!

I'm just a crackwhore. A shallow, fickle, worthless product of the blank generation and I'm loving every goddamn second of it. Id like to meet an intellectual bimbo in ruby red ruby shoes, to keep me from loneliness in my drug bubble.

I am the centre of the ****ing universe.

"A foolish woman is noisy; She is wanton and knows no shame: the smooth tongue of the Adventuress will snare you. A Harlot may be hired for a loaf of bread, She stalks a man`s very life and when you enter her doorway remember her house is on the way to death and her guests are in the depths of hell" (Proverbs 9:13)

I am a muse, model, screamer, artist and occasional actress.