The ultimate romantic aspect our of
eclectic lives; I believe to be incredibly
elementary and intimate relationship
we have with ourselves. Through my
journeys in: Wonderland, The Labyrinth,
Narnia, Oz and of course anything and
everything penned by the original Fairy
God Father’s: The Brothers Grimm and
Hans Christian Anderson; I relished each
perilous journey, no matter how close it
brought me to death. As I age, I have
started to discover, the only way to live
organically is to constantly allow my:
inner spark, inertia, heart whatever
the fuck you want to call it — to properly
reign over me. If I take each one of my
experiences, on their own they do not
equate to much. Nevertheless, if I jar
all of them together in one place; that is
one hell of an inner tsunami. The time
to conquer, to be my own revolutionary,
to rule in peace with a quill and full
stocked bottles of indigo blue ink.
