Temper Suicide

Fashion designer and bar bitch in my spare time. I'll tattoo, illustrate, get the money they owe you and pose. I am my male friends' bodyguard. I am tall enough, and thin enough to be adorned with tentacles and if I try real hard, I can already fly about 13 feet. My accessories come from junkyards and hardware stores. I need things. Like two ferrets, drinking binges, feminism, neon, dirt, evolvement, stupid jokes, the bags under my eyes, whisky, immorality, being either 5 years old or 40, Rohypnol, psychiatric hospital's papers, watching an idea form into a concept, cigarettes, solitude, real maturity, aggression, introversion, creation, contemplation. I need to know everything. Healthy and unhealthy. I didn't wait for dad to buy me a pony. I got it on my own. My diet consists only of coffee, cigarettes, water, salad, pasta and whisky. I find blue scorpions under my pillow. I professionaly mold guys. Trannies love me. They call me Penis Suicide.