Half-French, Carpathian witch...
I can blow ships up and turn meatloaf into turkey! ---
This is just beginning. I am living backwards, coming back from a remote satellite to the world of breath and flesh, and I've been doing this all my life. I write, I make maps of where my life goes when I sleep, I know how ridiculous this life is, when we change like litmus paper with every second passing and the eyes we meet. But this is beautiful and I wouldn't miss it, I wouldn't turn off from it beacuse it is as rich as cheese and chocolate mousse and ranunculous root under a microscope turning a crystal violet. Life burns in my nostrils, and fills me like a breath of something buzzing in every atom. I've never met you, but I know I can love you. It's funny what I see my generation doing: So many of us are returning to the colorful dreams that surrounded us when we were kids: A whiff of cobblestone and longhairs in the fragrant fields. Silver walls and all-night sessions. Dreams of the holy on mountains and myrrh. Being idols, myths as big as the parthenon, as nebulous as stars with wine. I have been dreaming this since I was a kid, and I won't turn my back on those of you who reveal you have, too. A little of what I've done in this lifetime: I have a published book, a radio show, a long line of dating relationships with borderline schizophrenics and drug-addled troglodytes. (And she's not done yet, you can bet your bippy!) I've gone as far as Norway, Morocco and France, but I've yet to be to Alabama or the Far East. I feel immortal. The universe will always contain me. I live in my mind, a vivid haze, but I am an animal...this I couldn't forget if I wanted to! Life is too short to care what people think of you, but we have so much we want others to think of us anyway! Thus all this electric magic! Golden glows! Thus calling ourselves artists and reciting our dreams and wanting the touch, however brief, of another living one who shares our dreams.
