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| Manko:
a 'modern pin-up' on SuicideGirls.com. Self-obsessed,
ball-bustin', gay-lustin', ace-tastin', misanthropic,
good for nothing platinum-haired whoredog, gash-lipped,
slut-faced piss-artist.
also: the rudest word in Japanese
"I might be smiling but I sure as hell am
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Atomic:
I was born with that peculiar birth defect that
leads to one being labelled an artist. Despite
popular misconceptions, I think it's a curse one
learns to accept, rather than something one chooses
to take up as a vocation.When not scrawling in
my sketchbooks or moving colours around on a canvas,
I can be found poncing about in trashy regalia,
writing and illustrating for arty mags or performing
onstage with demonic popstars FIST FUCK DELUXE.
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I
am on the blob, awright? On the rag. The curse.
I'm surfing the crimson wave. Lestat time. My
guess is that most of the testosterone-crazed
hedonistic bastards don't want to know what shit
a girl gotta go through at that 'special' time
when Aunt Flo has come for a visit and she's on
her welcome mats, being drafted & cramped
up. The moon is full, the tide is high, and the
banks of the Nile are flooding over…and
the corporate TV scum insist on brainwashing the
general public into a false belief that at this
time of the month, we girls are all just walking
along the beach in soft focus, looking fabulous,
rich and in love.
Na-ah!
My kitty is coughing up blood, driving a red car,
riding the banana. It's a messy and tedious affair
and it offends me that I have to deal with something
so incredibly time consuming every single month.
I have to eat strong narcotics when I don't choose
to. Those hippy women who feel 'proud and honored'
to menstruate, and 'celebrate their moon time' with
hot-water bottles and raspberry leaf teas should
be locked away out of my path or else I'm gonna
slay them with my own bloody hands!
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LISTEN
TO 'PERIOD RANT'
AUDIO |
"Manko
segments are originaly broadcast on SuicideGirls
Radio show on Indie 103.1 FM in LA.
Written by Manko and Jason Atomic, produced by Jim
Warboy, London 2006." |
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| Sweet
satan, how vile can PMS get? My stupid knockers
ridiculously swelled up again. I adore itty bitty
tits and wish I could sandpaper down my C-cup boobs
like I did to my Barbie dolls! I would go around
town, made up to the high heavens, showing off my
flat boyish chest through dainty see-thru tops,
and people would go 'Is it a boy or a girl?' Awww…but
this month my tits are a cosmic joke. I caved in
and bought a D-cup bra to accommodate my hot, hard,
painfully-swollen udders. Then I found that one
of the puppies (bitcheeeez!) is still squeezing
out of the sodding bra! Feel hideously betrayed
by my own body. |
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