I'm a gypsy of sorts I suppose. I am an effervescent spirit, outgoing and eager to explore unknown territory. I'm infatuated by the synchronicity of my life, and of this silly beautiful world. I like pretty little oddities. I love to play. I lean towards eccentric individuals.
San Francisco has lured me back once again. I want to make new sounds, taste new things, create something beautiful, many beautiful things i hope. If this sounds appealing, i'd love to invite you upon the journey.
What I’m doing with my life
I'm currently a student of life, adventuring through dark nooks and
sprawling fields of consciousness. My focus lies in the study of
sound and healing.
I’m really good at
Serenading you: to melting point
The first things people usually notice about me
Tell me, please.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Currently reading: Rumi
I love music which ignites a trickling vibration of chilling ecstacy. raw soul confessions of a slightly dirt ridden folk. My taste of music is eclectic ranging from patti smith to tycho. Harold and Maude is my favorite film. If you find yourself perplexed or turned off by the story, turn around, and proceed onward.
The six things I could never do without
Dreams, animals, intuition, touch, laughter, coffee.
I'm not particularly fond of limitations, so 6 is a hard constraint.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Fantastical majestical matters. my mind bustles with questions and
curiousities of madness and the conundrum which is our world.
Melodies constantly dance upon wonderings.
On a typical Friday night I am
These days have been a bit more low key. I'm not drinking which has given a new clarity and presence in each moment. I'm always up for an adventure.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Once upon a time I was a cheerleader. Fuck.
You should message me if
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky--filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
we'd go up higher with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
in love and flowers pick themselves