Name: Persephone. Sometimes answers to "Kore" or "my little pomegranite pip". Albeit reluctantly.
Age: Infinite.
Description (physical):Confused. Subject is unsure if she's dead or alive, blue or pink, nurturer or queen bitch. Personally, I'm voting for all of them.
Description (mental): Reeeeeeeally confused. Being smothered by a mother who (relentlessly) wants the best for you, and being smothered by a husband who kidnapped you and desperately wants into your shorts can do that to a girl. And obviously did.
Preferences:Clothing, flowers (it goes beyond having a green thumb to being a green thumb.) She also loves animals that are non- creepy (i.e bunnies, kittens, puppies..that sorta shit.), and Harvey Wall- Bangers. A bit of a conundrum is our Persephone.
Our little Sephy- kins was less like a convert and more like a hostile take over. Imagine walking through a happy, la- la- kinda field, and picking so many flowers you have to tuck 'em into your cleavage to hold 'em all! (okay, i realize this scenario is a lot like asking your mom if she ever has that not so fresh feeling, but I wouldn't be surprised if she's done that as well.) Then imagine a large, hulking brute of a god, in a cherried up rig coming along, thinking to his sorry, flame- butted self 'I'd like to get some of THAT' and helping himself. THAT could seriously screw your day. Then imagine him deciding he likes it sooo much, he's taking you HOME WITH HIM!! WELCOME TO HELL! YOUR LIFE HAS NOW ENDED- sorry. We feel very strongly about this. As you can see.
Quote:"Taste my blade, monkey!"
To see more of our perennial princess, go here. She doesn't have much artwork up here, but I'm hoping this will guilt trip her into updating her pics gallery.*insert evil chuckle here*
