red lipstick an external sign of internal fire. -we tried to warn you |
red lipstick an external sign of internal fire. -we tried to warn you |
this is an overdue love letter to each and every woman who walked these fields before me & made the path soft enough for me to walk through to get to the side they could never reach |
i´m afraid i must confess i inherited my mother´s rage & the mother-rage that came before her & all the mother-rage that raced down every branch of our tangled up family tree. -nothing can extinguish me |
to everyone who said my great-grandmother had a wee bit of witch in her: she´s got nothing on me. -& i´ve only just begun |
they don´t even know what´s coming. how cute. we shouldn´t be afraid of them. no no no. they should be afraid of us. |
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