there are few who can transform
the blood and guts that are us
into a bright and shiny thingy
evidence of devine providence
evidence of my good fortune
to know her is, ... well
imagine some one transformed
your blood and guts
into a bright and shiny thingy
and then took a left
over the fence

Love and respect the size of hairy elephants (that's big!) for this amazing creature. This fierce cat can find beauty and majik in the most simplest and darkest corners of the world. She hears throbby bassalistic beats with psychedelic blond melodies in every color of sound and silence. Meeting you 10 years ago changed my life and you continue to blow my mind everyday. At almost every life-changing event I've experienced in the last few years, there you were dancing right by my side, both of us covered in sweat, glitter, face paint, and miscellaneous flowy things that make us feel like tornados when we dance (but we probably look more like impoverished mummies, so what).
I know that when we both become embarassingly rich and famous, showered in gold shillings, silicone lubricant and champagne bubbles, we will look back and think of these times as the building blocks of this grand spectacle.
You're right "blond is the new psychedelic."