with an over bear'n Casper crusade'n mother...voted prom queen...who looked absolutely pretty in a pale pink silk poly blend...
way before Molly ever did...
that is...until she was left stand'n alone...marinate'n in Porky's blood...terrify'n audience's since 1976
just in case their lame attempt at revisit'n a true horror classic...turned out to be another plate of chinese moo-goo-shit...is Carrie's equally soft spoken...telekinetically challenged but equally outrageously breathtake'n cousin...that i FINALLY got the pleasure to shoot the bedazzled shit with...Oprahville's very own...
everything seemed to be goin fine and all...that is until....
Sissy decided to nibble on a frost burnt Dolly Madison she found cling'n to some life support system in the back of her frigid air box...and unfortunately fell into a coconut creme pie coma
i panicked fer a minute then decided that the show must go on...
immediately i googled "imaginably made-up perform'n interpretively translate'n psychic"...and found the only one i could find...well since i invented her in my head...Holly Cunter popped up...so i hired her pronto...as one would do in these types of situations when yer guest falls into a coconut creme pie coma...so without further ado...let's get on with the show shall we
hey kitten...so glad i was able to pin ya down fer yer 1st exclusive interview with ME...i should give a lil back story as to how we ran across each other...
it wasn't in a car...no kittens...but it seriously was across a crowded room...the BOOM BOOM ROOM to be exact...in Oprahville last november as you and yer good friend JoJo Baby...were the resident eye candy...
at the BOY GEORGE/MARC VEDO DJ event...
yer look litterally blew me away...(and i don't mean that in a gloryhole kinda way kittens)...even though i was there to hire Boy George to DJ at an event i flushed down the porcelain pony recently...i just knew i had to meet YOU!
yer look litterally blew me away...(and i don't mean that in a gloryhole kinda way kittens)...even though i was there to hire Boy George to DJ at an event i flushed down the porcelain pony recently...i just knew i had to meet YOU!
so here we are FINALLY...and "Sissy"...i don't wanna freak ya out...
but this blog has been around the world...and i...i...i...i can't find my baby...
(sorry i was have'n a Miss Stansfield moment)
from Boca Raton to Bangladesh...Sydney to Seattle...Arkansas to Africa and everywhere in between
you are definitely not some dime store queen...oh no...yer look is absolutely brilliant and breath take'n...and i should know...cuz quite frankly...ya took my breath away when i 1st saw ya!
(ummm i'm gonna need that back soon btw)
why don'tcha give my legion of kittens thru-out the lands...a lil back story about how you became to be the beauty barely breath'n before us and some of yer greatest inspirations?
(sorry i was have'n a Miss Stansfield moment)
from Boca Raton to Bangladesh...Sydney to Seattle...Arkansas to Africa and everywhere in between
(ummm i'm gonna need that back soon btw)
why don'tcha give my legion of kittens thru-out the lands...a lil back story about how you became to be the beauty barely breath'n before us and some of yer greatest inspirations?
well thanx doll face...but how can i compare to an...
UNINTENTIONALLY INTERNATIONALLY UNKNOWN PERFORM'N ILLUSIONIST OF HER OWN UNIVERSE like yerself...but i'll try...
my basic mantra in life is BE YOU...DO YOU and NEVER
A-P-O-L-O-G-I-Z-E!
i'm SISSY SPASTIK and i approve of this message.
A-P-O-L-O-G-I-Z-E!
i'm SISSY SPASTIK and i approve of this message.
as far where i pull my looks from...i'm a Gemini so i get bored very easily...so i'm not really interested in bein' a top 40's queen like most...i have a lot of influences that i draw from...but my biggest influences come from the over the top gender benders from the 80's like GRACE JONES...BOY GEORGE...ANNIE LENNOX and DAVID BOWIE just off the top of my head
most mid-nite callers that have been lucky enough to be in the presence of my unintentionally internationally unknown perform'n illusionist of my own universe...universe...(and those that wished)...know i have an 8 ft crucifix...
with my framed collection of Madonna photo's molest'n my live'n rooms walls...and a shrine to BOY GEORGE in my boudoir...why not!
who is the one famous celebritante in the entire world (besides ME of course) that you'd absolutely go batshit crazy over...if they invited you to clean out their closets of whatever you wanted?
cuz guuurl...you know she's been twirl'n around with her shawls and platform boots like a "gypsy"...cast'n her raspy melodically medieval spells since the 1970's...i mean sure she's had her share of "demons" to live down...who the hell hasn't...but lady if this is about those Christie McVie "rumors"...don't even go there!...plus i'da loved to have been a fly on the wall when she was on AHS: COVEN...
cuz ya just know that lil weeble wooble Leslie Jordan was try'n to marinate in her essence while she floated around the set just like a white winged dove
a lil birdie tells me that you recently took a trip out to the LA...
what was that all about...and why wasn't i invited?
i was out there for some much needed R&R (that's recreational "candies" and rectal pirates...no i'm totally kidd'n...seriously...i'm not a bttm...that often...wink wink!) i just needed a breather from bein' so consumed with myself lately...plus i gotta fabulous photo shoot with the brilliant photographer to the celebs...AUSTIN YOUNG...id'a take'n you with...but he wasn't shoot'n just any ol' whore that week
though some out there might be afraid of Virginia Woolf...
i think more oughta be afraid of you Sissy...the magic you create with the make-up brush and yer transformations are completely gravy train
in fact...i just finished watch'n yer episode of "TRANSFORMATIONS"...
with the ever brilliant former club kid of the BIG APPLE clubs...James St. James...and you did a fantastikally spastik bang up job on him...how was that experience?
it was incredible to slap face for the incredible James St. James...i was nervous about meet'n him but he was so kind and an absolute pleasure to meet...and not a single back knife in his make-up case...which is always a nice surprise
it was incredible to slap face for the incredible James St. James...i was nervous about meet'n him but he was so kind and an absolute pleasure to meet...and not a single back knife in his make-up case...which is always a nice surprise
ok...now it's time fer a lil light'n round i just made up...
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ready fer a quickie?
honey...let's get one thing straight..ain't nutt'n quick about me...
OOOKAY!
my last cd i purchased was "THIS IS WHAT I DO" by BOY GEORGE...
what's yers?
ummm i don't know what century yer live'n in...but i'm all about save'n the planet...i only purchase cruelty free downloads these days...or just steal cd's from my X's...
but i'm try'n to hunt down the music to one of the most obscure all girls band Pulsallama from 1980...have you heard of em?
without a doubt...it would have to be the original "HAIRSPRAY"...
"but Tracy ain't no 1st lady...are you Tracy? no siree!...she's a hair hopper...that's what she is!"
the most inspirational perform'n illusionist to me is JACKIE BEAT...
who's yers?
ummm besides thee UNINTENTIONALLY INTERNATIONALLY UNKNOWN PERFORM'N ILLUSIONIST OF HER OWN UNIVERSE like yerself...
i'd have to go with DIVINE...i loved her style...glamour meets gutter trash...that's me in a nutshell
now we've come to the part of the interview i like to call...
"can we talk about ME fer a change?"
basically Holly i mean Sissy...i want you to put on yer best Barbara blouse...
and ask me anything...and i mean A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G under the rainbow that yer die'n to ask me...well except about rainbows...cuz that's just fuck'n lazy journalism!
ummm...why did you delete me from FACEBOOK?
i was afraid that was gonna be a sore subject...dry yer pretty lil eyes kitten...see thing is...i have a very short narcoleptic attention span with my online stalkers kittens...since you seemed to not to wanna be bothered with my interview after a couple of emails though i thought we got along famously via FB...i hadda get in touch with one of my many multiple personalities and spend time hire'n the imaginably made-up perform'n interpretively translate'n psychic Holly Cunter to get this interview done in time fer my monday's deadline...or my boss (that would be ME) would fire my ass (and i was like "you can't fire me...i'll quit")...but thankfully we worked it out...plus...frankly i decided it was time to start vacumm'n out the shit dirt that didn't belong in my kitty box...cuz really...FB is nothin' but a place fer people to shit their lame daily affirmations on an hourly basis to make themselves seem the slightest bit interest'n to the rest of the whores along the informational highway...or post dumb ass pix of the fancy slop they will be eat'n...and don't even get me started on their relationships that sink every 15 minutes...so pleez don't take it personal...you ain't the only one that i threw out...there were others...some 50 somethin' Guatemalan houseboy named Chester the Molester that i never even had the pleasure to treasure on the other side of the planet...didn't take it very well...and has set up a kickstarter fund to help pay fer his medical bills
besides...yer still gonna make it after all...without my help kitten!
before i bid au revior...is there anything you'd like to whore out now?
yea...pleez come see me sometime...anytime...i'll make it up to you and get you an appletini i swear...you can usually find me at the BOOM BOOM ROOM...BERLIN...NEO...HYDRATE...TWIRL or anywhere i can get a dime bag...i mean...some benjamins and thunderous applause from the salivate'n crowds in Chicago...but if anyone out there would like to watch me in action in their own hometown...(well except RUSSIA...i think you know why) drop me a message at sissyspastik@gmail.com or follow me on instagram or tweet me yer twat on twitter or if that ain't enough fer ya...find me on FACEBOOK
also...if yer in Chicago this st patty's day...come on down to...
ya never know who'll get yer lucky charms
well it's time fer me to end this shady charade...
i wanna thank the imaginably made-up perform'n psychic interpretively translate'n psychic Holly Cunter fer interpret'n fer the windy city's loveliness known as SISSY SPASTIK and hope she recovers from her coconut creme pie coma real soon...i'm look'n forward to perform'n with her someday in the near future...catch SISSY where ever ya can kittens!
now get off my dress!
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