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                        *Please note prior to reading* 

instructions for understanding me

                                    dance naked in sea of bubbles

                                                put on a silk robe, preferably  rainbow, and boil water

                                                        two tea bags please      

The formal and the perceptual:

                                    Please don’t forget to breathe for it is very important

How do I perceive my formality?

                        Do I formulate my perceptual perception of formalness formal dress?


            Ok.ok.ok.      Please don’t forget to breathe for it is very important


Asteroids and unicorns.

Glitter and thorns.

Mushrooms and goblins.

Stars and violets.

     Fairies and furies.

           Fire and silk.        

Ok, now, seriously: If flesh were to be dipped in a




                                                                                                                        Troll butter would it

                                                                                                            a) Bubble?

                                                             b) Sneeze?          C) Wheeze? Or d)

                                                                                    Fried Chicken [finger]wings.

                             Jazz and robots.

Iodine and gum drops.

Galaxies and mountains.

Dust and feathers.

                                                                 Oh lilacs! What beautiful lilacs!

Planets and snow.

Flower fields and watermelon seeds.

Snakes and thunderous clouds.

Soft rain drops and purple socks.

Rocks and

grass and trees

and bark and worms and goblins again and blood and bile and

crooked noses and toes and toads and toe nail clippings  and teeth and aliens

and secrets and tears

      and laughter and nausea and

  vision and

 seventh sense

 and psychedelic sense and

                                                    Mad scientist, everyone!  I’m a

                                                                  Mad Scientist, everyone!

                                                                               Who sprouted!


                                                                                                                 and death


“Sooner or later, I hate to break it to you, you're gonna die, so how do you fill in the space between here and there? It's yours. Seize your space.” - Margaret Atwood


                                                                                                                 and  fairy wings and and I’m

                                                                                              a fairy I

                                                                                                             Know it! And

                                                                                                               And toast and chaos and and and

                                                                                                   gemstones and reptiles and madness and


                                                                                                                Bleep. Bleep. Bloop. Blop. Beep.

                                                                                               Bop. Boop. Beep. Bloop. Boop.

Formally I love all things bizarre.

                                                Perceptually I love all things grotesque (and unusual).

Whatever that means.

                                                                                                      The liminal space of the fantastic,

The meeting point of reality and unreality,          the apex of distortion and


                          The dwelling place of the uncanny,

                                                            Nestled cozily

                        Give me a good paradox to solve

                                                                                        Bleep. Bleep. Bloop. Blop. Beep. Bop.   

                                                                               Boop. Beep. Bloop. Boop.


Intrinsically I’m inclined to follow Alice down the rabbit hole but she forgot to leave me instructions, so I guess I’m on my own




The tenets of a woman with sorcery for blood 

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