the glamour tree

all dolled up and nowhere to go.

i am so addicted to vintage rhinestone jewelry and pearls. the more i think about things, the more i am convinced that i have lived and died over and over, and these little trivial addictions are a windows into those old lives.

i jest....but the more i joke about it....the more present it is in my mind. i was raised a good christian girl , who would never entertain such ideas, but time has done things to me.

i think i was a dirty cowboy who was hanged for god knows what. i never wear necklaces; can't stand having anything around my neck. i feel panicky.

or maybe, i don't have a clue what i'm talking about.