Artist in Residence

From Freddie to Bowie,

I bow to thee

l reach for thee 

I strive to embody your unencumbered care of the dreary and normal way of being

on this seemingly gloomy Earth...

yet your light is electric, excentric, unapologetically

fantabulous

Music Making Machines Dancing Kings

Can I please be your little sister?

Better yet, as I now

find myself reaching and being Higher in the self expressions

realm, I now ask:

"can I please be your bandmate?"

Refining further Still, I say:

"Freddie Boy! Bowstar! I flipping love creating stellar sounds with

you. our harmonies just took this Planet by cyber sonic

storm. Damn I love dancing and creating with you. Dream come

true. They reply: "you Rock! You have added that deep raspy feminine

voice that was needed to make a Perfect harmonic pyramid!

you're like present Enhausanna Sprinkled with fairy sparkles 

and rolled around in discofringes. Jesus didn't think I'd live to

see the day for this One!"

Blushing with rosey gold delight, I get giddy and actually witness

myself receiving that acknowledgment and feeling it's truth...

being that truth that my boys Ftrain and BB buddy see in me.

Talk about Mega Magnificent Mirrorsthey are.

See what I did there?

See how far I've come?

To feel the feels of

being a Legend... an

ICONIC piece of Art. Moving art All embodied art.

For it is said that thosewho truly walk the walk, talk the talk...

Sing the song, dance the dance... well they shall

live on forever, as they earned a big Phat Check mark golden

star...

"you pass# this

lifetime on Earth"

And then they go back home. The eternal home.

And so I strive, I bow, I reach so damn hard, with every fiber of

my soul and blood I stretch.

My star above cascading down upon me. My true

Northern Star... I made them into cubes. Pyramids on pyramids.

Pyramids cubed.

For Bowie + Me,

and me + Mercury... Oh boy do we have plans.

'we are making the music

of all the Ages. My Age of Renaissance Rock-atude.

when I kick the Cloud covered bucket I'll shout and sing "fuck

yes I did the damn thing! Freddie, Bowie, will crown me with a

golden start studded crown and say "Golden Star, for a Golden

Star.

" you pass!

Woooohooooo! Whoknew the cubes of my creation

would bring me closer to the thing that I've always

wanted. In the cubes

I see the Residency I get to have... the Artist in Residence at the

Golden studio of infinite dreams, infinite sounds, infinite words,

and infinite minutes to make the infinite finite andgrounded to

physically

make my dream song channel through each blood channel in

my veins and reach once

more.

Artist in residence

of my life. This life.

our lives.

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