Secrets Of The Moonchild

The Elminxios is a rare hybrid species of female and feline. Only one has ever been recorded in The Museum of Psychedelic Creatures. Elminxios's natural habitat is the hot and beautiful lands of Southern Africa but since the 90's there have been sightings in Southern England with some reports of a catsuit-clad shadow stalking the streets of London under the cloak of night, lapping up vodka cranberries from cheap plastic cups. The Elminxios is known to adore sunshine, music, mangoes whilst running like a wildcat at the mention of slugs, and bank forms.


The Elminxios has an instinctual need for ritualistic tail-shaking, and like breathing and eating needs musical vibrations for her survival. It is said in ancient folklore that The Elminxios actually changes colour when she sings, turning Technicolor when bathing in sound. It is decreed in tribal myth that one day the Elminxios will come out of hiding and bring forth an amazonian army to defeat evil bureaucratic, bank form-wielding slugs that will rise up in a near apocalyptic rebellion.

One can study "Minxology" at university where topics covered include 'Mangoes and Metaphysics: Mmm That's a Tasty Fucking Fruit', 'Shake It:A Brief History of Dancing like a Minx' and 'The Sun-Worshiping Moon Child: How Paradox shapes DNA and The Universe'.
 

Evolution:  The Elminxios cannot survive in cold climates for long; the rainfall of her habitat mirrored by her tears that are so so salty they erode even metal. It is noted that the Elminxios is very hard species to totally domesticate, at heart very similar to the wild African cats she mimics. Scientists believe the Elminxios has the potential to evolve into an under-the-radar leather-clad queen among sounds, and is expected to roam across many lands in its lifetime searching for sonic treasure to capture in her suntrap.   Thus it is understood The Elminxios will eventually settle in a climate similar to its origins, mentoring kittens in the ways of minxing...and definitely rocking out all over the shop.

Monochrome screen siren, Breton stripes, flashes of metallic, leather & fur

I hope
That darkness
will not be my baggage on a first class flight,

Caviar stained tears streaking gilded cheek

I am lucky, you see

To see light and to follow, free

I saw my dreams as tangible as tangerines

and flew to tell you
you could fly too

Black tailed
Stressed grease & creased
by railway tracks
hits and coffee
breaking my back
and flawing me
Give me a stage to
ascend to
Lets turn tehcnicolour
Against backdrops of black and white
and grey city oil slick
distributors and gatekeepers
Keeping the flood of faces
Waving as they flicker
Into sharp focus
Glittering each one
Each note strumming
Wizards stirring at a round table
I'll be your high priestess purring
I'll tell you about the blackness of light
The darkness I fight
And we'll dance like birds in reverse
I'll turn to the white light
My mask has melted
I am baptised in sweat and tears
and prayers to be true
MUSIC

We had a meeting of minds
A planetary shift coincided
With something inside
A trigger pulled across the void
A butterfly bolted

Tiny Sparks
Of remembered dreamtime
Truth or a reflection
Who knows?
When all of truth seems up for question
Time just a sensation to watch light grow
and fade
All this can be reduced to little vibrations
Mind Dust

I am but atoms formed sexily, complexly

A creation, mentally

Who knows what truth there is
When even the seas seem so intent on their mysteries
Ebbing and flowing with eternal ease
With who knows what's energy

A Flux of truths

And all memory patched together
stitch by infinite stitch