I did not realize until after I posted these videos, why I did.  They have a curious continuity about them.  An out of context beauty, a weird sound/picture disagreement and a free license to flail and be me weird and out of context.
I've loved spending so much time with myself.  I've become weirder- truer to form.  Alone time is germinating a seed of flair for when sociality attempts to dull your edge.  In the spring I bloom, arms in the aire, hair where it be, lipstick on my teeth, clothing or not- healthy.  Healthy and naked.  Alone and content. visualize and manifest.
I don't want to be an old lady with deeply embedded bra strap shoulders.  You know those ones?  Once delicate, easy shoulders, were strapped for so many years that the bone gave way to an indent.  I don't want that
If I died tomorrow I'd wish I were listening to good music,