“Hi-ya! Hoo-chah! Everybody was kung-fu…” nope, not going there.
“These mosquito bastards can’t get me – look at me go – I’m travelling faster than one horsepower.” Was that English? Meh.
I think the mosquitos went for a swim.. probably tossed around in the air by my wild kicks. Horse. Ocean. Beach. Waves.
[Stop stomping your boots outside! I’m trying to write!]
What fairytale am I drawn to? None where a prince charming is involved. I’m too cynical and too “feminist”. What about getting closer to the Divine Feminine, or an archetype to “rewild” myself – break out of the matrix as some people call it.
Hmmm writing + writing = writingwriting. What is the square root of writing?
where rivers are born 