brainless birthday babble wrap….

jeez louise, i don’t know bout them beez kneez.  unravel, unravel…let it out and let it go…the attachments…the attachments…infinity attachments…your mamma’s so attached she owns 400 pairs of shoes…your soul’s so attached, it’s filled with a thousand lotus blues…making little tiny grooves and filling them with sticky stories….

eating with my friends and the messenger who brings us food tells us that the mantra for all four of us is to not spin our wheels, as he gave the pictorial of wheels spinning in snow when you press the pedal too hard.  no rush…no rush….

detangle me mamma spider…detangle these thoughts…or wait, better yet, catch them in your web and eat them…ma durga!

solitude parties are fun because i am the only one and the rest is love with fire and cinnamon lit…

guilt, how’d you get in?

oh that’s right, through the bloodline.  i’m gonna cleanse it.  with a ritual that spontaneously pours from heart to a tree or the sea…

cause it’s not about the things, and more about the karma which keeps pulling the same strings.

nothing to fix or heal, only memories to be awakened and feelings to feel….

i’m not taking this eye make up off yet.  even though i’ve got pajamas on.  i want to feel like a magical being on the outside and wear a costume all night long, alone…in this room with cream colored walls, paintings in plethera hanging on tacks from three years past…

still almost no desire to paint…trying to get through one…why do i abate?  it’s not laziness…it’s…too much on the plate…

no it’s not…it’s….

nothing.  it’s nothing…

sat in cafes all day long, in between psychic sessions, which i give in crowded cafes on a sunday, oddly.  a special room just for readings would be nice, but don’t got the dough, so cafes it is.  i do a lot among human chaos…it’s not much of a bother… being a city rat you develop the right skin…or maybe i always had it….the ability to be among the chaos and nestle in the oneness…at least in cafes…

i am letting the words flow out again with no agenda…so apologies if this is boring…

talked so much astrology today it made me feel frustrated.  who cares about uranus!!!  i want to be floating down a green river in a brown canoe…

mental confetti brain exploding over dinner and coming back to present again…uranus, you crazy lady, burning through my limbic system and gelling into honey….

do you wanna play with me and make it funny?

tired….worn into smooth silk resting on a wistful body, under the new moon, cloud covered sky, creamy dark like coffee…moonstone, amethyst…explaining again, how stones are people too, just not human people, but people, alive conscious stone people…and for those who think i am anthropomorphizing, i say to them, that’s cool, i am sure some being on some dimension, believes me to be a floating concept..so we’re even.

happy birthday forty two to me in a few hours….i don’t feel forty two.  i don’t feel any age….i feel timeless, though my age shows in how i am noticing that i feel no age…ha.

sing sing sing sing sing….this lila is a golden ring….