i am a woman who has always defined herself by the words she's put to innumerable pages.
pens are my scalpels and they spill ink blot guts everywhere. they soak the pages i hide throughout every living space i've ever inhabited--not unlike a schizophrenic leprechaun with an unlimited supply of gold.
i will write until i can no longer breathe.
the idea for this space was conceptualized in the middle of a late night, by a self in the process of nourishing, growing, and blossoming herself into the heavenly creature she was born to be.
that ain't easy to do in this here babylon.
but i'm gonna try anyway.
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