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Rebellion of the Wild Bitch in Wonderland: A Faery Tale.

The Wild Bitch shrugged; it mattered not the things they would say, for they would never see her now. On her way to town, she planned her acts of rebellion. First, she would dance bare-breasted in the fountain, then she would go to church and sing sacrilegious hymns about sex and she-gods. For ...

troublemakers

Finding Life While Getting High on Death.

Red flags are those juicy peaches I want to get sloppy drunk with, make out with, and then, in a series of sweet but impulsively borderline-insane decisions, self-destruct with. People who desire destruction and eroticize death do so because danger makes this life feel all the more glittery, ...

art

The Ten Commandments Of The Wild Priestess: Verses For The Holy Heathen.

Witch, you were born wild, and they tried to make you forget your birthright every Sunday. They threatened you with nightmarish visions, and put images you never could have conjured on your own into your little-girl psyche; they planted these fears there, hoping they would take root. Tear them ...

wisdom

Get Dirty: Lessons from the Wildest of Souls.

Find that cliff, stand on it and then fall harder than you ever have. Run to something with wild fear, with fierce love. Run to yourself. Stomp your hooves on the trail, and say No to anything that attempts to bridle your life force fever. Honor your herd for their desperate, steely support and ...

you & me

My Climbing Rope Binds Me To The Power Of Your Wild Heart.

My love, you are Mount Everest. Some who dare climb to the heights of your frequency risk life and limb. Others — true athletes and adventurers — see just another mountain to be conquered. I, on the other hand, am an explorer, a seeker, not a conqueror. I am not averse to hanging ...

sex

Under The Dream Tree. {poetry}

My favorite work of art, is you in my embrace, Is us, together, in this ecstatic form, under the Dream Tree

you & me

Spiraling Wildly Towards A Mystery.

Step by step, we are meeting ourselves as someone new. Getting to know this new mysterious person. Constantly being asked to revisit and let go of the old persona.

poetry

Eulogy To The Past. {poetry}

She is here now, waiting for you, to set you free from chains you have bound yourself with.

world

I’m Not Saying That Eating Ants Is Sexy: Ode To The Wild & Free Female.

Your choices -- down to what you eat in the morning, to how you honor your body, to the sex you don’t have, to the run you choose to take, to the money you make and the money you don’t make, to the zone of comfort you choose to step out of -- those choices are your lifeline to change.

world

Oh, Baby, Baby, It’s A Wild World… And What A Wonderful World Too.

I have been away from here most of my life, and coming back and seeing people in constant fear, pictures of dead bodies every day in the newspapers, the harassment in the streets, the machismo, sexism so raw and alive, corruption and injustice multiplying, stray cats and dogs, all the poverty, ...

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