this punk ass pirate queen
first melted my heart
when she took me to her van
"the mustache ride"
to show me her impaling unicorn figurine
that she brought for the altar of intention
it's been a wild and crazy ride
down a slippery slope from there...

tres love let me take a buzzer to her head, it think she likes me. oh wait....aren't i supposed to be confessing my love for her.....well...i didn't fuck her head up so i guess i like her too.

This little wobly woo knows you off the bat. Elegance and presence is her currency and light beams are the language of her soul. When i met you i re-met a friend, a goddess, a traveling companion. Your soul to the wind and your breathe from the source, you are in tune to the great mystery and you have found the gateways you have been building for five thousand years. You dance for you and in this zoo I do declare my underwear. um......May the music send a rope for you and may your medicine travel across this sphere to heal the wonderlust of our great gaian matrix. One love. =) Spirit Monkey

I saw Treigh last night, moving through the crowd with imperial grace, dispensing smiles and laughter at every turn. Every time she pops up I am boggled at how cool she really is, how much wisdom and humor she possesses and at how she grows more and more unique. From Lobster Minister to Merry Band, she is one of a kind. Good show!

Sparkle ponies forvever!!!!

OXO (...and there's more where that came form!)

aww shucks
she's fer kissin
i love i love this woman
fer fucks
sake
treigh's a multicolored monkey
who makes the earth shake
with her laughter
treigh
you're one righteous sweetheart
motherfucker***

treighbotness...

we are twins...

you didn't know that?

~p-tronica

Poor dead flower? when did you forget you were a
flower? when did you look at your skin and
decide you were an impotent dirty old locomotive?
the ghost of a locomotive? the specter and
shade of a once powerful mad American locomotive?
You were never no locomotive, Sunflower, you were a
sunflower!
And you Locomotive, you are a locomotive, forget me
not!
So I grabbed up the skeleton thick sunflower and stuck
it at my side like a scepter,
and deliver my sermon to my soul, and Jack's soul
too, and anyone who'll listen,
--We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread
bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all
beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessed
by our own seed & golden hairy naked
accomplishment-bodies growing into mad black
formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our
eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive
riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening
sitdown vision.

Allen Ginsberg

Berkeley, 1955

the queen of all that is fun and furry!
she loves midget clowns riding unicorns!

treigh love introduced me to hafiz and to sparkle rainbow pony monkies.
i join her for dawn patrols.. in the rain.. peeing and pooing all over.. drinking chai tea and suffering from A.D.D. .. and laughing and laughing some moh.

i love treigh love. don't know how else to put it......




BED SORES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

treigh has an unmatched ability of wild abandon, play, of in-the-moment-ness... in this wide eyed wordless laughing completely enchanted way of being, she is her own great gift to the world.
At a time in my life, where my venture to learn the language of my heart, it was my friend treigh who i met for the first time, and proceeded to teach me how to do just that. as my eyes well up with tears, i know i will love her for the rest of my life.
thank you treigh
you are a blessing

Have you met my friend Treigh? Did she blow your tiny mind with her hooligan antics & uncanny love? Have you watched the sunset from her rooftop or starved half to death at her brunch or scavenged wearhouses at dawn following stripped sox in the halflight? Has she given you gifts of twisted metal & glass with preposterous uses you have yet to discern? Are you VIP on the Bedwheel? Did she ask you how to spell botulism? Are you lucky, like me, to be dazzled?
It's ON, Rainbow Sister! I got yer chakra, right here.

hmm let's see..
you take a watermelon and multiply it by one mango grove,
you add liberal doses of sunbeam juice and random love proclamations
put em in a pot the size of a witches cauldron and add flame
lots of it
divide all of this by the left side of a unicorns' right ventricle
hold it steady and breathe eighteen times in rapid succesion while chanting any happy mantra for a day and a half
spill go go newts on your third foot,
follow the smell to the heart chakra of a deity and perform a ceremonial self hug
a big one.
you just may have glimpsed ..
a TENTH of what this woman manifests
on a daily basis

TL is one of those most beautiful creatures that escapes definition. Her presence is delightful and magical and furry and fun. She more than makes me smile. double *mwah*

thank god for trey. they call her treigh love for a reason, she is a lover. she loves me! when i was sick she came over immmediately! to bring me love and vitamins. to love treye, just give her tea, unicorns, and good snuggles. she is easy to please, but whatever you do, blinky lights, and flourescent colors make her the happiest!

threigh spends almost all of her time nurturing, caring for, and networking for the wonderful folks she has in her life. ptrey gets so fucking blissed out sometimes (a lot of times) it might look as though she's blasted off into space land of laughing meyhem in a rocket with flaming letters on the side that spell out "loves like it's her job". our friendship is one of the most interesting dynamics i have ever been a part of. where we differ, there is difficulty, but in those difficulties are jam-packed little capsules of growth. i like triigyh. i'm glad she's my friend.

Treigh is the sweetest, most innocently sincere soul you will ever meet.
Treigh is the little sister they would never trust me with.
Treigh has an evil laugh that allows you the realization that she is naughty.
Treigh has superpowers.
Treigh is a flame that changes shapes as needed.
Treigh is my friend.