The Unfinished Humankind for Absynth & Massive [2014]

I Think that's a great idea for young master / mistress nasirtozenith. You're probably aware I will be 100 soon (in 32 days and counting!) and my life of debauchery (Circus performer, resistance fighter, rock goddess [offstage] punk rocker onstage, blossomed in the nu-wave era with experimental electronic music, inventor of the electric musical teeth and percussive exploding trousers) is weighing heavily on my conscience. I'm probably going upstairs to the judgement seat as no one seems to live past 120, so I'm trying to be good, and have a good theological discussion with the local preacher man in a Biblical Christian church to make sure I'll be forgiven ;-) But don't worry, I'm fit as a fiddle and don't think I'll be going anytime soon, unless I get blown up by my musical electronic teeth.
Unfortunately mr Przbyszewski from across the hall just moved in last Friday, and was killed we believe on Sunday night by (trying on and ) wearing my exploding trousers. Seems he was a transvestite, and since I'm quite tall for an old lady (7'4" / 2m24cm) he thought my female pvc bondage trousers and whip I use to to play the trousers were just kinky clothes, he was obviously prancing around in my room in my stiletto heels, he tripped and fell backwards {where all the nitroglycerin is kept and pumped about to various pockets to make small explosions in rhythm}. Well there was an explosion, and a screaming man with flameing trousers was seen shooting into the stratosphere, and he hasn't been seen since. I was away at the flesh for fantasy tattoo fair when this happened, I was getting my stomach tattooed with a fake x-ray of my tummy and it's contents (bat heads, raw goldfish, chicken heads etc.) of what I usually bite the head off at the beginning of my concerts.

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