CURRENT MISSION

Darkness within darkness, the gateway to all understanding.

ABOUT ME

I am a fountain filled with blood, emerge beneath my flood with your guilty stains.
There are electrical impulses filling in and out of my head..with sweet little beats of bliss.they bounce inside my heart.The wind. forceful in her blows. her pushes, and hopskotch kisses are written on concrete. Gray water swirling through the water. clouds reflecting my face, and images of what
everything began as. returning to the source.

Finding an avenue to pour myself into.
"If you realize that you have enough,
you are truly rich.
If you stay in the center
and embrace death with your whole heart,
you will endure forever."
When I was a little girl. I dreamnt of two. to who.? were these beautiful imaginations of mine. 2 lovers. who were neither dead nor alive. neither male or female. they love each other, and they had black eyes, and sewn together parts. and they would visit me before I went to sleep when the moon was out.When I ride trains i feel like Im flying. free from all restraints, and touching my wings with hobo songs. That explosion of energy
and everyone's minds conjoining for one moment
to reveal connection
and not distance after all.
A leafy red blemish collapsed onto
the moist
moss.

PHILOSOPHY

fluid, dripping, soft, touching melting walls.
Noone, falls..into..the unknown..that you hear of, on the light box. Trip,Top, and im tip tapping..
Dancing on invisible rooftops. swallowing the stars whole.

My goal. To slip. Dip. into it. wholly. no strings. to hide my insides. No brakes, nor steel, to inhibit, how I feel. As my slipery set, fingernails wept, I thought myself into a sparkly box. remembering when my candy wasnt poison, not whimpering but wailing..recovery was so easy..my sympathy is failing. Im flailing..drowning..into the unknown..the ones you dont hear of on the light box. My cries fall defly onto the ears of horror.

So, As I slowly step forth into a broken frail kingdom
The icicles will break, and my vocal cords jingle
Gaze with such wonder, there is so much to behold
beauty breaks through many things so dead and old.

Touch. Softly. the dead tulip.
Inhale.Lovely

Why I’m on Couchsurfing

HOW I PARTICIPATE IN COUCHSURFING

lovey eye wonderment sodering kindness into the folds of conciousness.

COUCHSURFING EXPERIENCE

Ive been traveling since I was tiny, and hoboing for about 4 years.

Interests

witching, fire, all expressions of music, playing, smoking, loving, dark electric, poetry prose and the like, miming, hobo clowning, circus'. travleing, world cinema, art.

• arts
• poetry
• beauty
• dancing
• flying
• gardening
• movies
• traveling
• music
• boxing

Music, Movies, and Books

Aphex twin, a clockwork orange, phillip pullman, the mystical knights of oingo boingo, oingo boingo, tiny tim, jim knutson and his bluegrass band, leftover crack, mogwai, sigor ros, coil, nurse with wound, skinny puppy, all polka, talking heads, cindy sherman, yarnell and sheilds, paul ruebens, baron munchausen,frida kahlo, chocking victim, this bike is a pipe bomb, L.I.D.S., one flew over the coocoo's nest, coco rossi, midnight oil, devo, mike gunther and his restless souls, tool, violent femmes, joan jett, blondie, bauhaus, david bowie, charlie chaplin, emmet kelly, bus driver, cloudead, air, dr. strangelove, jim jarmusch, johnny cash, hank williams, woody guthrie, le tigre, the locust, the pixies, lou reed, the beatles, cursive, the legendary pink dots, dimentia, pixies, moldy peaches

One Amazing Thing I’ve Done

Was born is the sweets of Ireland. Ive traveled all along the US, and in mexico, and canada. Europe. Love making due, with what the universe provides.

Teach, Learn, Share

permaculture gardening, sustainable knowledge, collective art time, political knowledge, gaelic, community discussions, theatrix, hobo clowning, poi...