Life story in three words: Satanic trailer trash.

Bzz, bzz, goodbye hair.

Last Spring.

I wanted to be the female Hindu Rasputin.

If I was a stripper, my stage name would be Troll Woman. I would carry a heavy wooden club as an accessory, but not so I might hump it lasciviously. My career would be short-lived due to the number of grievous head injuries.

This is me when I go out in public.

I want to live down, down at the bottom of a little green pool, very deep, still, and treacherous.

Every day. And it grows ever sweeter.

I will eat your testicles…

Harinama initiation, 2010

I’m the one in blue.