dancing 24/7, painting in an abstract craze or in really really precise detail depending on the moon, reading books that keep me up all night wanting more, hiking alone, bikram yoga, kickboxing, fake fur, big boots, the oceans rythmic lullaby, collecting multitudes of very small things, social change, feminism (you guess which kind), cooking for therapy, extra large soy mochas, burning shit, calloses, running to the tune of squarepusher on my ipod while it's sprinkling, my nephew and neice (thus coloring with big fat crayons, skipping stones, somersaults, picking dandilions, demented looking sandcastles, puddles...), black rock city!, terrible jokes, talking to the new kid, museums any way i can get 'em, homemade tea, medicinals, homeopathy, the cloud forest of Costa Rica and the Swiss Alps, San Fran clubs, satin sheets, friends i can call at 4 in the morning, my cats squeaky greeting, my whole entire family who all completely rock, travelling, soymilk when i'm famished, sunday mornings with someone warm, my calender/planner book without which i'd be lost, being a compassionate neighbor, a giving lover, a fair roomate, a cheerful and hard worker, honest kin, and the most loyal friend i can be.
Musicians, craft junkies, collectors of feathers, draft dodgers, unicyclists, world travellers, kindergarden warriors, yogis, yodas, (and yes jacqueline, yadas), mud slingers, creamed corn wrestlers, swingset swingers, tea totalers, rock skippers, cat women, Batman, John Galt, Einstein, your mom, my ancestors, cave people, real people, honest people.
The Art of Happiness, The Tao of Pooh, The Unbearable Lightness of Being, The Prophet, The Passion, Jitterbug Perfume, Bitch, Cunt, Fountainhead, The History of Sexuality, The Meaning of Wife, The Secret Lives of Bees, anything Chuck Palanuik or Audry Lorde .........
yer mom