"WIRE MESH:DRESSED TO IMPRESS:CELLOPHANE:INSTANT FAME:JAMES L.S."
(Birmingham, UK...)
"Cut yourself open. Sew yourself shut."
I am James Lawrence Slattery and I like my name. Maybe what I tell you isn't always true, but it's not boring. And what's worse then being boring? Some stories have been going on for so long that I don't know how they began, or what they began from.
I can’t remember my age, or what I started out as. I hope you don’t mind. If you want to find me, you'll find me.
I realized what I wanted to be and how to do it, so now I’m on my way. I mean everything I say. Everything you hear about me is true. My mood can change in an instant, but every moment is just as real as the one before.
I want what you want. Fame. Money. Success. Glamour. And then I want to die at the end and let my body get eaten up into the earth.
Sometimes I want to be a boy and sometimes I want to be a girl. Most of the time I don’t want to be anything at all…
ageless/sexless/headless.
I want to be so skinny that I shrink 3D-2D-1D. a piece of paper - a line on paper - a cut in paper - a dot - nothing at all. I want to take up the whole room. I want long hair in bunches, short hair in spikes, no hair, blonde hair/black hair/blue hair.
I want to make art... or just be art.
I don't do, I just am.
I wear anything&everything - suits, facial hair, breasts, electric blue tutu, metallic leggings, plastic bags, leotards, glitter, face paint, felt tip...
My favourite colour is electric blue and I love…
My eyebrows.
My organization: www.myspace.com/kisummusik
Everyone and anyone is invited to my spontanious daytime raves, held in public places designed to shock and disturb.
*kisskiss*
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