The Lippy Hippy

My Strap On Serendipity plays homage to my part-time Hippy, A notion which is growing in inches, pinches a little to make room for the Divine Feminim,

A cacophony of happy accidents, pent up energy creating synergy, a linear approach guided by her Coach of her understanding, stranded on an Island of self-will, her need to kill the circulating Shark in order to return to the shore and explore the unknown.

Places full of faces which trigger, bigger are the expectations which begin to wither everytime I don’t de-flower the innocent which have yet to arrive, making a choice to bloom, descending into doom is no longer an appetite for destruction, the ability to function without the devils desire is satire to her new attire but relentless in her pursuit, she gives ole malady the boot!