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[sic], progeny of a lonesome bayou, was found floating down-river in a hollow nutshell. A single coil of golden fleece adorned her cherubic pate and a superfluous nodule compounded the delicate pink membrane of her right ear. Having filled the legendary C-cup at the tender age of sixteen, she found herself in the throes of a torrid love affair with a myriad array of buttons and knobs which she has sworn to forever twiddle and tweak.
Recent projects include ‘…and rabbits named Friday squirrelgirl’and ‘With naïve assurance that their injuries were wrongs inflicted’ (intr-version records); soundtrack and photography for an untitled book of short stories by Luca Tripaldi.