This page belongs to a certified black widow totem carrying woman. Men who want to hit on this creature are advised to think twice as she will bite your head off without two thoughts about it and make you sorry you were ever born with balls. If you appreciate her grotesque beauty and bravado, then great. She exists to bring more color into this monotonous humanoidanary world. She appreciates a tasteful compliment as much as the next bitch. If you think you have a flying chance in hell at a date with her, she is an extraterrestrial tantric Egyptian queen and has no time for commoners or their petty second chakra ploys. In fact, her body is only a grand illusion designed to draw your attention so you might pay heed to the idiot-savant beneath the surface. She is only interested in creative collaboration. Her message is what will remain immortal after the mortal snake skin of her aesthetic design has shriveled just like your ballsack. Consider yourself warned. Hit on this woman and die.

Western:

Sun: Sagittarius
Moon: Virgo
Rising: Virgo
Venus: Scorpio
Mercury: Scorpio

Vedic:
Sun: Scorpio
Moon: Leo
Rising: Leo

Mayan Astrology:
White Spectral Worldbridger
Dissonance, Death, Liberation, Opportunity, Equality

Chinese Astrology:
Metal Monkey

The fine falutin' flatulence that may render some numb drum art scum deaf blind and dumb makes me swagger and swoon to know who blew the top hat off the telepathic tumors and made me want one:

One who weeps who keeps me warm
Weathers Soot in Deathless Storm
One who gleams who drips with dreams
Vagilicious Cocksock Memes
One who aches who makes me smile
Shifting Melting Butter Style
Still- is this a one when done is no more fun?
A One when Won Breaks out the Gun?

Ghostly Goslings, Love's a Throw
A Cross Between a Friend and Foe
A Melting Pot for Soot and Stars
An Empty Lot to Park Used Cars
A Crashing Burning Butthole Burst
A Hired Hand to Drive my Hearse
A Hatred Hating Hate Itself
A Pixeled Sprite, an Anxious Elf
A Tepid Pond a Pregnant Pug
Your Picture on my Coffee Mug
And who am I to take a drink
And leave behind the Stain and Stink?
I drink the duck drunk lucky fuck
I bend to break to make a buck
I suck, I'm sick, I like to flick
My pain awake for kooky kicks
And sure as seashells washed away
I'll bubble up in ocean spray
I'll foam, I'll flee, I'll never be,
The Mermaid Pirates Hope I'll be
And still you come to sail my mast
The Salty Tast of Drowning Past
I am aghast, I am a Ghost
I am the Most Meaningful Maybe
And your Heart is the Host

A Child is Born

I Just Took the Greatest Shit
It Made Me Think of You
Swirlish and Intensifying
PLOP PLOP SPLASH Crapoo

I Just Took The Greatest Shit
The Most Delicious Part
Was the Thick and Stubborn Middle
And the Tidal Wave of Farts

The Sailors Man Their Stations
The Passenger is Here
The Voyage of a Lifetime
For a Cowpie Held so Dear

Abysmal Toilet Beckoning
The Speckled Crust of Heaven
The Gods of Dung are Reckoning
Do We Name it Stew or Kevin?

Transwicked Frankenfurter from the 4th Dimension
To Whom Do you Pledge Allegiance?
Robot Cop Saying Please Sir Stop-
or Turtle Jihottie Slingstresses shining Cellubator's
Shoes tied with Silly String?

I Am NOT your Flower.
I Am NOT your Power.
I am just the clicking clucking duck
whose Sweet and Sour

Mother Goose Makes a Spruce of the Saltman's Fortune-
Mrs. Goose- you've got Martial Artist's Thighs
Hamspringy Wonderspluge of French Fries
But you Forgot to Shoot the Robot Squad
Now the Zucchinifrightened Cavalry of
Satan's Highest Bid is Squid that Wasn't Shot.

Who is Going to Kill the Robot????
No one, No one, No one, Mrs. Goose.
Not a Slim Supermodel with Cum in her Hair
Not a Razorblade Psycho who Blinks when He Stares
Not a Petri Dish Poet, Not a Squirrel with No Head
Not an an Immortal Iguanagator- 2 Layers of Dead

The Reptiles Who Made Off with Your Brain
Are Not Coming Back.
But the left you the Labial Frangipants of Turbo Spindular
Tuberosity that Treads through Lime Jello
in Jerusalem saying:

I AM NOT YOUR MOMMY
I AM NOT YOUR SWAMI
I AM JUST A SWASTIKA
OF PSYCHADELIC ORIGAMI

Ass fur licking. What a solid way to go. And it wasn't so much that the storm butt troopers abandoned the hereto forward swoopatron as it made a swandive to the slureptitious sackpile of quesadildos or even that the entrailadas spelled intestinal demise for the army of hippopirates gone battlewacky awall.

It was just.... well, an army of evil bunny lupine vampire cyborgs must be constructed over the due course of time and such a constitution of the right ingredients requires that the kumtwats must be ripe but not overripe to the point of slurpy burpy Babble Berries.`

You see... Babylon did not fall by way of shangrila sustainability nor eco-fuzzy hemp wuzzy bears.The nutsack fruit attack of Jedi fibrulators using the centrifrugal force of monetary mind bashing pointed to the facts that:

TIME IS NOT MONEY.
MENTAL DECAY IS JUST AS IMPORTANT AS ENVIRONMENTAL CONSCIOUSNESS.....

and the wave/particle continuum as experienced in the crapshoot psychadelicatessen Vector 3-V-8 paralell puniverse is as galacticiously delicious as a raw food coconut crack shake.