With a kiss from the gods, Monah was conceived in a moment of passionate, unabashed adultery. Raised by her two shield maiden mothers, she learned at an early age to draw near to the the whispering forest, to dance with the wolves of the night, to fly with the wings of a harpy. On one sunny May day when the fates gave way, Monah was left as a young orphan with a keen sense of the unveiled world. She possesses a special ability to communicate with the souls of deceased writers and artists, and is frequently spotted having tea in some other realm with Virginia Woolf. And by tea, we mean gin. She lives in a perpetual continuum, Galileo’s very own pendulum of life. Monah is, therefore, often unamused by societal normalities, complacent with cultural monotony, and only satisfied with the sharp breath of death. She can be found performing regularly with The Poetry Brothel in New York City.
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