Mia Taninaka: Sunrise, Moonrise

tarot of the cosmic, lusting lesbians... chai tea fused beer and diamond stoppers... octopus, chakra, and alien art... accidental meth trips and smeared third eyes

my own inner cosmology has become to dense to navigate

wayward harper: owl daemons

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.

Acid Aliens and Rainbow Pyramids and Cat Martians