“There were bells tolling and wreaths tossed and women turning in circles and there were bees performing their life-cycle dance and there were great winds and swollen moons and pyramids crumbling and coyotes crying and the waves mounting and it all smelled like the end and the beginning of freedom.”
Patti Smith, Year of the Monkey
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.
*is currently writing the Suburban Dictionary
*is a third born unicorn
*cannot petition the sun for flare
*wears metaphorical pants and monsters.
*is 55% German, 35% Swedish, 20% English, 99% night owl, 2% Cherokee
* is mostly known for her math skills and sarcasm
*will not be a toy in a box
*one of these strange days she will be swept up in the celebration of the lizard.