This Moment

110 days

ultimate_milf — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 00:51:53 GMT

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.

BlingBlangGone

ultimate_milf — Fri, 23 Dec 2005 00:55:09 GMT

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... ah yeah God is dog spelled backwards.

Fuck Shit Up

ultimate_milf — Sat, 30 Jul 2005 17:29:32 GMT

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

Hotter Than the 4th of July

ultimate_milf — Sun, 03 Jul 2005 22:23:43 GMT

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 Petaluma K-mart to bless the masses with our cum drunk bliss of the Bitch Goddess.

F-Tee Something

ultimate_milf — Sun, 26 Jun 2005 18:11:49 GMT

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.