we can stay posi and learn how to be happy and brew cosmic wonder in vats like space wizards. stay beautiful, bright, and free 卐 ॐ ☯

pisces like books with titles like “the sedona guide to interplanetary communication”, “how to talk to plants and put spells on stars”, “the book of secrets”, and “finding crystals in the magical forest”. essentially, they could live in the metaphysical section of borders.

dirty and wild

dancing in a forest of treasures, blue pixie dust dripping from my nose. I dress in giant bag lady clothes, tons of glitter and beautiful turquoise in my gypsy skirts and harem pants, I am always in tune with the nature around me, I am a moonchild, and my third eye is like my best friend. I collect dried mushrooms, Buddha figures, jade, and various crystals.  can we imaginarily hold hands and skip through the cosmos together and make daisies and sea horses grow out of our footprints?  that would be my sweetest fantasy. all of the flowers and sea creatures would float in the air like ghosts and play in the moonbeams, little seashell sparkles twinkling off of them.

Cosmic Bullshit

They call me Princess Cowboy and I'm full of cosmic bullshit and I know it. I'm a piscean alien with space for brains and big moon eyes and sometimes i get so full of water and tea it leaks out of my eyes and fills up my teacups again. I'm such a tea junkie i piss it. I'm such an everything junkie, really, and I love to be so overwhelmed with drugs, colors, lights, people, music, patterns, feelings, and daydreams that i almost can't breathe, because everything's a drug and I choose it all! I want to suck all of the marrow out of life and live as beautifully in each moment as I can. I'm a blue-haired moonchild whose only religion is love and I read chicana and native american literature, make terrible doodles of cacti covens in Arizona, play a pink ukulele with stickers on it, meditate to tribal music, cum to e.e.cummings, study buddhism and art, drunkenly dance in forests and graveyards, leave lipstick prints on cigarettes, and howl at the big glitter in the sky cause i'm a rhinestone-cowgirl and a pixie-shaman who eats peyote on top of a pueblo on a martian desert under the full moon, cause that's how i roll. I'm a sun in pisces, moon in gemini, cancer rising, and I'm full of all sorts of poetic bullshit about astrology and tarot, so go ahead and ask me anything. I'm a moon warrior of the tie-dye sky and I live in a land of poppies and mushroom trees where pixie-elephants fly and ghostly shamans put spells on stars.  I'm a forest people, and if you a forest people too, come have a tea party with me in a unicorn forest at the bottom of the sea xxx <666

Unicorn Blood

Cover me with earth from the forest

i wish i could repay the lullabies the moon has sung to me by singing something fit for the moon

i will always smell of spices and incense

i think i'm going into a tea coma

Come to me, my princess!

Many people ask me why I long for Arizona so. How could you not when it has crystals, mushrooms, cowboys, deserts, cacti, and U.F.O.s?