Baby Benny Wildfire

A musical visual linguistic inferno cultivated in the Niagara Escarpment. Many hear the fire crackling, but few ever smell it's smoke, or see it in action, for it is so very tiny, and only occurs in the crevasses.

I love black guys, I used to hate them, but now I love ‘em…
(minutes later)
I have three boyfriends

—Naomi