My name is Martika. I paint my days away.
I have this new outlook on life. Live. Laugh. Learn.
Over used, yes. Cliché, certainly. Positive, obviously.
"I came here to make you dance tonight."
It's simple really, I'm Martika [Mar-TEE-Kuh]
You may call me Martika, Tika, or Gerald. Pick one, stick with it.
By the way, it's a long, odd, transvestite filled story that you really don't want to know.
I spend most of my time at 3:00am in a state somewhere
between dreams, consciousness and the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Not to mention on serious coffee highs and sugar rushes.
I draw. Alot. It's almost unhealthy.
And I make up alot of words. Too many, honestly.
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I get my kicks out of long summer nights overlooking the town,
and long Autumn mornings over cups of coffee.
And I like r a i n b o w s . Bright ones. With more than seven colours.
I spell like I'm British. Beyond me why. Just do.
I'm terrible at reading aloud and have a mess of fears.
I'm pretty much the lamest person you'll ever meet.
Martika Lyle: [noun] - Sunlight.
To get a feel for who I am, visit my Blog .
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G a i a Saint Bun Bun
A I M SaintMartika
Y a h o o MartikaHallow
I long for California. The promise land of dreamers.
I plan on going soon. Well, in the next few years, at least.
I don't know what I'm going for or what I'll find, but I can't wait.
I want to see the Pacific. I want to smell the air. Meet the people.
I want to experience the country. I want a road trip. And I want it bad.
"I had a dream last night we..."
I'm an artist. A visual artist. A visual free lance artist.
I want a coffee shop to call my own. W i t h m i s m a t c h e d f u r n i t u r e .
I want to be on my own. I want to be all grown up.
I want coffee.
I like anklets, Park benches, sunsets, striped shirts,
Swing sets, warm days, Highwall, lakes,
thrift stores, candles, phone conversations, coffee shops,
Indie music, Acoustic guitars, lasting friendships
photography, art exhibits, and driving.
I'll see you soon Seattle!
