post-apocalyptic glamor

Sunshine units have burned my skin.

Barf and lose things, just cannot win.

But I'll look fab.

Got a cosmetic lab!

It's a burned out wreck.

Ah, what the heck!

My dissolving face looks like chiffon.

I like the look, glad it's not totally gone.

Other parts of me are pallid and bloat.

That's great, it's like having a puffy coat.

Eyes and nose totally gone.

But my teeth keep growing on.

Put me on the catwalk even though it's cracked and melted concrete.

I'm the prettiest mutant you'll want to meet.

Kudos.