And me, without a spoon . . .

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I thought I’d seen it all.

Nauseating and fascinating at once.

What would have become of Mary Kate and Ashley if they stuck to rapping about food?

(Could this be a form of flarf?)

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Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.

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