A creature is a creature, though I wish I were the wind. Delicate child of life. Daughter and heiress of a shyness that is criminally vulgar. I exist on the best terms I can. I know I believe in nothing, but it is my nothing. Constantly wondering where the nights of sleep go to when they do not come to me.
I could dance all night, but you know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor.
Flogging one-legged turkeys from a three-wheeled van since 1993.
Out of my league, I have birds up my sleeves, and I want to rush in with the fools.