who do you think you are, space chick, popped up into my space pod like a naughty err space chick, an astronaut's companion through the realms. you're no fairy, you're no elf, you're just pure bad in a good way. i liked that way, it was filled with potential for magick to happen, a portal opened we passed through it and it i'm not sure what happened, despite my appearance of detachment, i'm very detached, it's a discipline, but that should never be mistaken for indifference. i'm both connected and unearthed, i'm the holy fucking spirit in drag and i'm  going to eat you up and probably swallow you into my digestive system because that's nature, and nature is sexy when it comes to creating things. 
i saw her inside you, behind your eyes, all bursting to manifest, i'm the one who can bring it out but i'm also the one who can let it go. that's the dilemma, i let it go before it lets me go, and i have no idea if that's a form of self destruction or something beautiful.
what do you think?