I am blue space goddess. Spaced out, burnt out, springing from the mud between your toes. Leaning this way and that, I yearn for more. More, more, more. My fevered imagination yields a state of high anxiety. I laugh at kangaroos in closets and all sorts of things. I am a jester and a fool and a hermit. I talk too little, too much. I celebrate my atypical neurology because I love and honor my life. I have not found Peace because I don't know that she has been lost. Buried perhaps underneath a myriad of unholy wars; ah but that is a story for another day.
from the profile of blue space goddess