Hoolie comes up to me, "yeah i've let down or gotten in fights with all my friends now, so maybe they'll finally leave me alone so i can drink and fuck. which is my natural state."
You know as well as I he'll start missing the fighting part soon. Any updates? ----------------------
yeah as a matter of fak miss thang storms in for the weekend snapping left and right like he's all that, the shaving kit all over th'bathroom and the lighter, squares, cenicero set on the poolside stonette. i'm like yeah just think of me as some homeless chick who hangs out in yor place and you just tolerate. he say yeah i already do bitch.
Reptily because she developed the incompatibility early on before her shivpowers were implanted against the K-Names her force shield would now remain up always, even though the K's were again taking blood with the local alliance.
"Even standing facing one o' them full on, I feel a nauseation. I have to turn away and pull feathers over me."
Prepping now for Volca, only a few months away, unsettled matters become a concern. But then what wud scarification rites be without a scar. She shuddered thinking of the letter and where it would be place.
Name: Chama Tilly Current Occupation, If Any: Ruler of Night Duties: I rule the night. Explain: I rule, as in ruler. I remain conscious while others slumber. I am there to witness the full measure of darkness. Position Sought: fallen woman
Dog makes a connection with master, master favors dog, dog understands to fight off all others. This is a fascinating and suckling thing for an animal. It is a game and life at once in a grub bowl. For the master, he sees the specialness of the animal: her tits. She must be suckling so she hong- ri enough to do anything and guard the dam house. If she doesn't eat the ganado, she is top bitch.
Sylvia comes home puts on some spooky music and stares into a candle. This is the me that i am; ingest me Mthyuh so that no more may suffer. Yalalahalala. Ya [etc.] Have we not fed you our poor our most outspoken. Yahalalalahalala. [etc.] They who want to live no more, we let you have them Muhalalalahuthyuh. [etc] [etc.] Then you spit them back up on our Welcome stone: nuf of the Othyuh, Muthyuh.
I come home to my fabulous faux-renaissance palace and hover over my persian carpets in the opium den listening to my favorite ragas. My four fabulous akitausies file in, strutting their glammy beauty and leaving a genuine fur-rug trail behind wherever they step, smiling their adoration. I glide out to my multi-tiered pool with fountains, really more like a water park. Here I bob as a rubber duckling in the falls and whirls. Later, for dinner: all the delicacies that the local ShivMart can provide. My mother? Although living here on plant and does cramp my style, adoring and willing to commit crimes to retain my favor. Then why... why the hole? It's a hole and it's the size o' Texas, right here... [Chamatilly indicated a large oval area between her groin and sternum by drawing an invisible egg shape with the tip of her finger. The hole came all the way up under her breasts]. It seems that nothing, nothing can fill my hole. This hole, priusnear the size o' Texas, is all up inside of me.
is a drama queen. likes red punch for the lipstain effect. exaggerates, and whose nipples are erect. bugs their eyes at you obscenely. rolls their eyes in digust while making a drink. is every moment conscious of their hairs. is always sniffing at the air like a sacked fish. wears a ladies' perfume so sweet as to induce diarrheas. is FABULOUS!
if you are wearing a wig that's totally straight and natural baby so it won't melt in contact with a square, just maybe fizzle, and you can let it fly, "we don't have time to be in line. we bitches. we need men now, we don't think any- much else is funnie. we bitches cuz we've our freedom and we prettie pissed aboudit," al- ways standing in a slak circle smoking and pointing rocked back on one long boot heel. i am making a stand here near a gutter to say look, it idn't right. and she's in there (pointing out) and i'm out here (pointing down) after..." whatever. then all the sudden they laughing, they laughing, wild, start scratching each other tops and poolin hair. they exhausted act- ing animals that way, leanback on a public bench giving each udda da dubba-berrl out f'm undah dey skirts o' dresses. "u a slag."
[advice to stripper continues during alcoholic blackout]
And hi, then ok, and you know today's my birthday. In-fak it's been my birthday all month. Yes I celebrate it more every day. I think I'm going for a record, yeah. And it'll be a different year every day, but there'l be no ascending or de-escalating. Same manic pace all the time man. You wanna piece? Of this party? [etc.]
"Tryna rince a ho-lotta swole-up kibble dow-ntha spose-all!"
Here I felt like a Georgie-girl in her new Bronx apartment. There is a scrappy rat terrier whose she feedin big pyreena chunks and each one is a biscuit t'him. She has a curly style could withstan several days partying if you keep it combed out n'spraid. So da curlz just be bob-een inna sank while she rince da dish. So, she keep it casual dat way an: reeyul.
On the mas-que lynne side, i cd be a peasant farmer and loaf of bread in dego-t swatting flies angerly at da rustic table, the one where he's really losing it. Good thang female side, from her tray-nang can do some clee-nup an doe-ne-vuh free-kout whan thangs start t'geuh-tang stee-yuf.
Read up on sexy Peggy Yuah: ageless New-Age eccentric say she don't have any gender identity to prove... or hide.
Q: Peg, may I...
A: Of course, Donna.
Q: Peg, you've been picked on and panned for your free-roaming gender-benders at the cost of our society. How do you respond?
A: I think that I've got even more man in me than most of my Knowers would reflexively attribute. Gender? I see me as a liberated man more than a hot, modern woman. At home with his masculinity: it's his skin and he's wearing it. Not pasting on cardboard eyelashes and playing Vegas. I'm me with a pussy, and I'm me with a dick. Just so happens I've got one... or the other. And I feel good about that.
Q: This has been Dr. Donna Thong and I think just about everyone's favorite ritual goddess, Peg. The Pegyah! Give it up.
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