by Liv Archer
An heir of Latvian salt mines has escaped to the LES and is incrementally disfiguring herself so as to distance herself from her family and her fortune. Tattoos all over her arms and back – she just shows up places and lets people do whatever….. Oh well. Her mother was right. She doesn’t look like a woman now she looks like a carcass— turned infected wounds…. I mean. Look at how she walks look at how she talks look how fucking high she is right now. Hot hell imso fearful – her body boils down to the darkest lukeworm deeptowardsdeath dead-drowned stuck and in-between.... Rotten and unconditional generosity this poor little purple empress. Real pain in her eyes when she says ”It’s just sooo hard to be around when you can’t be yourself….” Real truth in the way she goes “guuuurgle…...”. Well yes she’s developed a habit of drooling but she’s not stupid: deep down she knows she’s only as good as she has spots of skin left. Still she smiles like a person who just loves the arts! “Is this actually my life or is this a tree falls in the woods and no one hears it sort of thing?” "Do I give a shit?" Awakening from an Nembutal coma the heir looks down to find two bald men conjoined by the feet in the middle of her stomach: the newest tattoo. Dotted; red; they can feel so mean but they’re really just babies… the actors only come around to act and the lookers only come around to look and everyone else comes around because they dislike themselves. Sophia has to be yelled at a few times before she can fully wake up— some things take coaxing. Someone get this girl some water and throw it on her; fast. This girl needs some Gatorade or something. Her parents have a 15 million dollar search team operation scouring Latvia right this minute. The president’s on the phone and the Latvian prime minister and his administration are on hold with him. Her breath’s rank and her clothes’re all ratted. Her skin’s covered in your guys' ideas and they're the ugliest ideas i've ever seen. There’s no point in her being around anymore if she’s not giving anybody any money. She takes too many drugs. They have all the pictures and short films they need. Yes they still love her, yes she’s still kind of beautiful-ish. Yes they think she was wonderful to be around, but now she has to go.