'Thoughts meander like a
restless wind inside a letter box
they tumble blindly as
they make their way
Across the Universe'

trips to post offices in vain
moons
mirrors
maps
mysteries
ladybugs on glass
why I do what I do
I know not
(treasure hunts
where rain is born).
.
I am pulled
like the tide
to the moon magnet.

Dark eyes
and sweet sighs
little boys in a womans disguise.

Tales from Topographic Oceans 2

more fiddling with photoshop I did
and this was the result.
If you go across the ocean
I'll send you this with much devotion.
Who am I speaking to?
No one.
Because I have no one to send postcards to across the ocean.
I like sending postcards :( and making them
*sniff*

Teach your children well

little girl in school
rather fascinated with all me feathers and bells
said
"Are you a magician?"
'Maybe', I replied.
:)

Tales from Topographic Oceans

Some stuff Ive been doing on photoshop
Pretty postcards they would make

Woman

Shes from the Haalaki Tribe near Honnavar
her name?
Shukri
Whilst working with her over a span of four days
discovering her art, her life and her being
Many myths were broken
many moments shared
She too, like me, loved shells above all things as a child.
She played with soil and simplicity.
When I asked her what she thought of me sitting in my jeans infront of her
she said in her native tongue:
"Won't it be difficult crossing the river in those?"
I had to agree.

1st Feb

Hoppitty Birthday to me :)


Before:

After:

Now that I'm eighteen:
I can drive a car
(contact me if in need for a ride)
I can legally marry
(contact me if in need for a bride)
I can vote
(get in touch if you need some support)
I can drink
(as if thats ever stopped me-watch me float)
Yippeedoodunklesfrumples!