Mercury is in retrograde, my skin is crawling, there is salted caramel chocolate dripping down my arm, Bee “Damn, Babygirl” Walsh is too long for Twitter, & I can’t shake a tarot reading I did for some one yesterday. There’s got to be someone I can talk to around here about taking a day off from being a human.
Bee Walsh. Poetry Editor at "The Rain, Party, & Disaster Society." 25 years old. Veg. Edge. Feminist. Professional in NYC. Avid Post-Card Sender. Politics, Poise, Permutations. Lover of the loudest music. Hues of purple aficionado.