Bio

During her formative years, Kelleah lived in a softly padded 9'x 9' room until she was transferred a short distance to a minimum-security facility made out of asbestos, newspaper, and pork rinds. Some call that place Indiana; Kelleah calls it home. After escaping her confines to explore the world unknown, she returned home to an insanity more familiar and archaic. Then she escaped again. A lover of language and an enemy of the people, it's best to not look her directly in the eye. She tends to get lost on the way to the kitchen, and she has no tolerance for people who are intolerant. Oh, and she's kinda tall.