So you think you know Her?
You vile and ignorant cockroach!
You insignificant sycophant excrement!
Foul and debased is you petty existence!
For She is The Flexilis Pupa, and Her essence cannot be reduced and categorized by your paltry understanding.
She is beyond definition; She is a spectrum of Self–sparkling identities that effervesce and tickle the backside of your undeserving tonsils, as you drink from your dog bowl on the floor–Her spiked heel atop your menial, misshapen skull.