Daddy

Feelings can be very overwhelming. I am bobbing and weaving, darting though whatever space I can find between small fractions of sanity, happiness, and contentment. I wish for so much, and I really shouldn't. My love affair with all these memories is just pulling me further from what could possibly be construed as my feet on the ground. I am floating, I wanna float up to you. There no air for me to breathe where there is no ground. Let me be happy for us. I am. But let me stay there.

Coast to coast, various people and Earth. Vast shades, colors, and combinations. But I will never see him again.

I miss him so much, so much, so much. He was my favorite.

Nina Simone

portrait of nina simone I did at my boyfriends

ripping and tearing and peeling and biting and chewing and scarring and bleeding nervousness and anxiousness

Urban lesbians in a rock and roll band during the 90's, dig it.

The Weird and Obscure

No more wants, no more needs

When I die I wanna be greeted by John Fahey playing "sunflower river blues" and sunshine and butterflies and a big green valley with smiling people and the smell of freshly homebaked apple pie and dogs and cats and small little cottages by lakes with ducks and fishermen sleeping underneath trees and everyone I ever loved coming to hug me.