Donna was a poetess and a tigress but not a negress or a
princess. She grew up in England and loved the music that makes you dance and the drugs
that lift the spirit.
My love is a towel
Soaking up your blood
As it pours from your veins
Away from your soul.
My love is doubly so
Absorbent as the Earth
Liquid as the air
Shining like the night.
My love is spurts of cum
I feel the world rotate
Around the axis of pain
Through the anus of thought
When Donna was ten she witnessed a bank robbery and was
taken hostage. It was her first trip to the States. They took her fifty miles away into
the countryside and raped her.
When later the feds shot the robber and the blood spouted like
a fountain from his head, Donna was sad. She knew she would never again felt needed like
the robber had needed her for his escape. This usefulness never again became apparent her
and she wished she could relive the moment and jump in front of the bullet so the robber
could flee the scene.
For lack of anything better to do, Donna studied Politics and
fell madly in love with Gert-Jan, a Franco-Dutchman who played in a synthesizer-based rock
and techno band. She toured and snorted powders and popped pills and lived and wrote
poetry and edited and revised until she couldn't take it anymore.
She would periodically return to Britain and chill out in
London with the jungle DJ's and model for Select Magazine photo layouts.
She swore she'd never sell out or do anything for "just for the cash", but did a
Penthouse spread for a quick $20,000 and moved in with a hairy man who lived in Virgin
Gorda in a beach house on the Caribbean sea.
At the age of 22, Donna returned to France and beat the piss
out of Gert-Jan's new girlfriend and reclaimed what she had lost. For the next two years
they lived a honeymoon of a freakshow tour from Ireland to Prague, playing shows and hanging
out with best friends Victor and Sweet Sarah. In '94 Gert-Jan's parents died and so
seemingly did he.
Gert-Jan went insane and hallucinated even when he wasn't on
LSD. He talked of psychedelic sloths who mutated and tried to talk him into moving to
Alaska to visit "The Land of Lost Pencils and Socks" and this weirded her out
too much and she dumped him and moved back to England with her folks and lived her life
pouring pints and sucking cocks for professional footballers and media stars. She had no
time for make believe and no excuse for denying the myths of British culture.
