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I have come from Pinkena, a naively clinical planet far, far away where I was raised by otters. We get around on zero-emission vehicles modeled after the creatures we rode around in olden tymes, similar to your flamingos but a bit larger. We keep flying pigs as pets--they don't shit where they sleep! We have a passion for both ferocity and tranquility. On your planet pink is pretty much only found in "nature" when the sun's on the horizon, in a few flowers or in various mammals in that (state?) between the womb and the soil. I have come to E3 to collect stories, the chief fuel of Pinkena. The neighboring Rainbow Galaxy planets of Bluenia, Orangena and Greenia use the muppets for food, clothing and fuel. I hear on Bluenia they use every part of the muppet, while Orangena is very wasteful and exploitive in its muppet factory farming. Greenia is on the fence on the issue. Orange, Blue and I come down to Black Rock City, Nevada, USA nearly every summer to party and spread the rainbow love. Green thinks we're all very silly.

I know nothing. Skin is my only home. The seed of myth is truth. Time is an invention. Relativity is the only definite. The heart is built to break and heal stronger in the places it is torn.

Just because we see World War Three coming does not mean it will happen. Each one of us is responsible for becoming as free as possible--and impossible just means possible from the inside. I beg of you, how can our purpose not include Love?
We who are thirsty enough trek to the waterfalls so we can help those in the desert find the oases. Let's look for waterfalls and oases!

~Enjoy my piece~

I'm also on myspace as Caz City Lake, facebook as me, okcupid as andrononymous and livejournal as lake_awake.


"If we cannot speak, how can we discuss? If we cannot discuss, how can we invent?"
-Frank Little, IWW agitator
"If space is love, Professor [Einstein], then is love space? Or is love something we use to fill space? If time eats the donut, does love eat the hole?"
-Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get The Blues
"Without community, there is no liberation."
-Audre Lorde, poet and activist