Kiddo is a Solo Act

Once in a while, I think it is such a shame that no one has swept me up from earth's terrain to be theirs. Since I was a child, I have dreamed of being abducted by an alien male, infatuated with my organic and bionic anatomy. I have even grown my hair out to the longest of pigtails. Not only that, the knobs of my irises have turned to the purest of jaded greens. I painted my pout a rosy pink, and lathered my skin in rich, luscious oils. A pre-adolescent voice calls out to the sky, screaming to be carried up steps to a UFO...especially when i gaze at monthly meteor showers.. Until then, my nimble fingers write, draw, illustrate, and paint.. i paint my dreams. I paint anything I want to...