art.

i claim to be this.... artist. 

i suffer from yteixna laicos. 

rarely do i know what to talk about and i like to wear clothes to distract you from that.

i have ridiculous facial expressions and i touch my hair a lot.

i like to wear fur on a daily basis and i strive to clean the house in heels.

i have no formal training in theory... yet i've done this my whole life.

i've created every alter ego that has ever caught my interest.

i shake and shiver now. it is too exciting and i've had too much sugar.

london said today.. "alcohol is bad for the artist."

he is true. 

but i crave something to blur my over-analzying. it just seems too complicated after that.