And the flowers are falling…

About the artist:


*can speak seven dialects of subterranean punk, 45 and a half Keith Richard dialects.

*mixes with cinnamon girls and gold dust women

*blows kisses to the clouds.

*wishes she was the moon tonight

*is a third born unicorn

*cannot petition the sun for flare

*wears metaphorical pants and monsters

* Holds her storybooks of Pain like picked roses soaked in the midnight rain

*one of these strange days she will be caught in the celebration of the lizard.

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