Today she’s kept herself busy juggling, dancing to the little radio she’s brought into her laboratory, which she never comes out from anymore, spending endless days and nights in there aranging and rearanging scraps of trash and junk and do dads, creating her surreal, timeless, baffling art.
  And as I awaken now into the cooling afternoon shadows of a new go-round, I vaguely wonder who she will be this time around, even as she fucks my mind, my body, my soul for the 7th time today, fucking me into yet another world, another dimension of paranormal reality for yet another trip back up the hill for more crack to open more portals to more endless, timeless new personalities and archetypes to be explored, until the cows fucking come home to Alpha Centauri….
She really is The Dakini.
The Exterminating Angel of myth and legend, art and madness and redemption….
The Muse and the temptress and The Path.
The one crucial element I never could have dreamed of…
Narcisa.
A thousand amazing, exotic, intoxicating, hypnotic women and girls, all in one mysterious, fucked-up, alien being. Narcisa, Lady of Ashes.
Phoenix rising..
Reborn.
Dakini.
Ever-changing, ever-evolving, expanding, disintegrating in a flashing fantastic fireworks show of insane poetry of the sacred and the profane.
She who traverses the sky in a thousand exploding, flaming forms of Mystery and Legend and white-hot Truth.
Salve Narcisa!
Nossa Senhora Das Cinzas…

Copyright Jonathan Shaw 2008.

NOTIFICAÇÃO: Os eventos relatados neste site são contos de ficção registrados na Biblioteca Nacional com todos os direitos autorais revertidos ao autor Jonathan Shaw. Os personagens mencionados são inteiramente fictícios. Certos eventos, personagens, lugares e relatos, foram baseados em fatos reais, porém qualquer semelhança a qualquer pessoa viva ou morta se trata de pura coincidência. As várias fotografias apresentadas se encontram com o rosto distorcido para preservar o anonimato das modelos que representam personagens fictícios.