Today I am a grateful 110 days clean.
Finally being clean became the most important thing.
The trainwreck came to a screeching halt.
The bitch got humble and stubborn deaf ears could hear.
Baby steps.
You have to crawl before you can walk.

your bling your flash your front is always up for grabs
your myth only grows when your sizzle is so hot that
even the flim flam man is transfixed and reduced to petty snatch and grabs
you r cool, u released it
poor lil' - just a bling booster
a bling boosting babbling brook gotta be nice to every one- lil' so caught up in the machinations of lil' own lil' story that the burning forest is lost for the trees.
you watch the boxer woof down the street smelling for fear like his...
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It was the most love I could show - that bitch slap that sent Jesus flying back to Nazarus
lying powerless in his rubble - the cheesy rhetoric he had become
he let surrender in
he could fuck Mary in a new way
even Jesus has new positions to learn
destruction can be the ultimate creative act
hail to the bitch Goddess
Fierce
Fuck Star

I flew around lake Sonoma yesterday like a dragonfly. Drinking in the blue and green. I inspired my chicas to get out there and fly too. They all found their wings. My Daddy showed the most beautiful devotion to the Bitch Goddess this morning. The majic of the lake- laughter cleaned out his cobwebs and stagnant energy and the blue and green recharged his power of the Daddy. And what a generous Daddy lavashing my neck and face with pearls. With tricked out fuck toy drag we took to the Petalu... read more

Well the closer I get to fifty, I realize how unready I am to let go of the fabulous forties. I think the forties and fifties should be in fact one big long fabulous decade. Yeah F-tee something... Hey Dyan Cannon changed Grandma to Goddess, well all right than.