So, I like stuff and shit..

That causes me to have *some* human qualities but not many. Don't get your hopes up, I really do suck.. and you shall see as you scan your eyes across my words:

I love shock cinema.
John Waters is my personal savior and Edith Massey is God.
- Pink Flamingos
- Desperate Living
- Female Trouble
- Pecker
- A Dirty Shame
- Polyester
- Cecil B. Demented

I also like crazy-ass Korean and Japanese films:
- Old Boy (personal fav)
- Electric Dragon 80,000V
- Tetsuo: Iron Man
- I'm a Cyborg but That's Okay
- Ichi the Killer
- Rashoman
- Ran
- Vital
- Gozu
- Happiness of the Katakuris
(there are others I've surely forgotten)

Then there are the random art movies, dumb movies and avant garde shit that I like:
- Man Bites Dog
- Andalusian Dog (Salvador Dali)
- Naked Lunch
- Meet the Feebles
- Cannibal Holocaust
- Salo


Ok, I know that movies don't tell you much about me. I shoplift for a living, I talk to cats, I love my gay neighbor, I have about "80 billion thousand" nicknames: Vivian Vaguely, KristieL Neurosis Muffin, That crazy bitch on S. Broadway.. it just goes on. I've somehow made a strange reputation for myself. It's not negative.. just a little odd. It fits like your favorite jeans you can't bare to part with, even in the heat of the moment.

I'm all about some art. I love all these nut jobs: Cezanne, Dali, Seurat, Gauguin, Donatello, Peter Paul Reubens, Oppenheim, Picasso, Braque, Klein, Demuth.. I could keep on. I'm a nerd, I love to hide in my hole and sculpt in the wee hours of the morning.

Eh, that's enough. Sorry about the whole autobiography.