a spectacular space to dream like dreamers do...

aspiring to rise to the soft glow. Soaring amongst the curls of breeze with eyes wide shut, such freedom felt so distant a dream...until now the spell has lifted x x x

light...on my path to being.

consumed by the lyrical rhythm of type from word to sentence. The sun no longer aids such fascination, yet the generosity of a passer by encourages the continual curiosity of the text.

And the concrete never feels cold...

entangled under the sea of curls...

this entanglement has never been such a glorious outrage of the curl effect... do try, it could b the tentacle luv you have been sliming for x x x

dance the way i feel...

flipper can bounce, prance and shimmy on til the clock strikes midnite where the oddly paired silhouettes of a rowdy rooster and salty dolphin can be seen tickling each other with a new year's kiss x x x happy 2011 peoples

a view that was never broken...

the pane of glass only lightly obscured my eyes from the clarity that had my curls singing praise to the devil . It was a duality of vividness and dull nonsense, yet i was most captivated by its break...

the pink nation...

a flock of sheep? a pod of dolphins? a collection of papers? ah, nope clearly its an entanglement of curls looking well pretty in their pink flamingo salsa sky x x x

Dance... its the radiant warmth felt thru my curls as they kiss the salty air.

A lion's heart swollen when eyes are drawn wide to embrace and caress the vivid love that dominates the sky.

A smile is wore in the shades of pink and violet.

Toes are clenched, the light sand shrieks and dainty ballerina curls twirl till the moon shares his delights x x x