rit is old and new
her mattress has a life of its own
her keyboard is a mess
she does things she shouldn´t
she has the non-included batteries
she loves fishies and the sea and the sun
salt makes her thirsty
harry cinnamon is in a perpetual tea-break loop
she lives in an igloo in hell
p is for inspiration, i is for passion
it smells of coconut oil
peter pan and long john silver saved her from evil prawns
in a marvellous poppy party where malibu&pineapple was free…









