Figma Imagia

I’m in a magikal whimsical phase, having been sent to this collapsing age.  I like building bridges between the earth to the knotty woo woo [magik glass], in all that its worth.  It’s a wink and a giggle at aligned magik glass, creating an imaginary with sass and pizass.

It’s really a zig zag and up and down, in fact if I’m honest it’s sometimes hard to pin down.  Is this magik glass earth to the stars or stars to the earth?  Is it found in the heavens or just in the dirt?  It’s really all around, in this pleasant space, as I invent and dance an about face.

In all of this curious and exploring sage, it just so happens there is also a doodle stage.  I also giggle and have a magik wand, and enjoy touring the great symbolic celestial throng.  My eye is on terrestrial, water, and celestial wonders; It’s no matter if they look all blundered. I’ve got plenty of endurance and lots of magik paint; I’ll find the right glass so I can create.

My degrees are in imaginarium space, written with magikal ink from a special book case.  I know about humans and magikal creatures, for I study many things and observe their features.  I know you, but you don’t know me, and really it’s the way it has to be; For imaginarium space is lucid and transient, it can’t be helped when the moon and light spill their remnant.  I spend time magikal forest bathing while singing and doodling - I’m cosmically playing.