Nicole Hill

Nicole is in a current state of gestation, she’ll have to get back to you on who she is… In the interim please enjoy a biographical song from the cocoon while you wait…

Such a sober intoxicant, me…

I once walked a straight line down a crooked path while touching my nose to the glass half empty I’d just drunk fully after narrowly breast feeding the entire village it took to raise me, the child who’s got her own…

I’m a gal with great gams, leglessly spiral dancing this straight line down juxtaposition’s pole. Stuffing “dollar-dollar bills yo” down my own damn g-string, making change ere I go…

Yeah, I’m a 150 ft. baby doll and as such, yeah you can see up my dress. I’m bodacious and shy and anatomically correct (although it has to be said I’m in possession of parts with dust on ‘em.) . I once made a daisy chain for my hair out of prepubescent school girls but it didn’t look nearly as cool as I thought. The meaning of life discovered me but I wouldn’t consent to the 25% commission… I still freelance.

Oh I’m a competition stilt runner, it kind of runs in the family I adopted… I test mustards for their inherent twang, a gig I picked up while at the Grand ‘Ol Opry. I’m the super hero, Epiphany Girl, I swoop down when indecision and stilted thinking takes hold and with the fervent fluttering of my lashes the clouds part and the subjects of my ministrations have a delightful “ah-ha” moment that I beautifully underscore utilizing this small synth that I keep hidden beneath my cape. And when people are on tenterhooks I assist them using this clever little extraction device kept wedged in my cleavage.