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I am a fan of ecstatic anything, living, writing, dancing, loving. I came to get down. Yaya. i love people who also do the same, i love tiny but powerful gestures. i love. a lot. living is intense. paradoxical. i'm trying to balance and realize i contain those contradictions. i am trying to trust myself, my voice, in my own language. i'm an artist. i've come to feel and be affected, not to memorize other people's affectations. let's cut out the bullshit, the mediocrity, and have some intellectual intercourse (mon!), let's speak spiritually, divinely, let's PLUG IN. To that Big Love that is soo sweet and so good, that is this exchange between us, not outside of us. i love being seized by that feeling of magic, of inspiration, of being literally blown up and blown apart and scattered and strung together like so many dear, shiny little details on a big tangle of multicolored strings. i love mountains, and i now consider myself a woman of the desert, of big sky country. so what am i doing in a city? finding my path, losing it, finding it again, only to realize i KNEW what i wanted and needed the whole time. the universe supplies. but it is a trickster.

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