All-devourer, all-begetter; Give me the sign of the Open Eye, And the token erect of thorny thigh, And the word of madness and mystery..

BEFORE ANYTHING ELSE. he comes first..

..Once Upon A Time.. in the hottest of hot months in a valley rested nicely between the beautiful Sierra Mountains and the silky sand beaches of the Northern California Pacific Ocean line.. there was a girl named after a poem written long before her time. She was bore to a Mother with hair colored of fire and skin so pale the veins beneath twisted and turned like a road map reaching from head to toe, this girl also had a father with hair so dark it shined blue beneath sunshine days.. Since the beginning this girl had some kind of unbreakable bond with her father. Although he was never perfect, his knowledge and kindness and empathy and wisdom made up for any negative attributes he like any other man [or woman] should have.. The girl looked just like her father, dark round eyes, skin tanned not by sun but by the Native blood that ran through her veins.. her hair dark as night in the winter and highlighted with streaks of red in the summer.. In the early years she spent her time on the river and lake and hiking and camping away from the city she lived as much as her father could take her away.. he taught her of the ways of their heritage, to live a balanced and giving life.. to take yet give much more than ever taken.. to never hesitate to give the needy anything and everything even if the last shirt off your back.. The girl never much knew her mother.. or maybe she did.. but time and pain would wash away any memory she had.. When the moon came to change the girls body and turned her into a woman.. The very same year.. her mother was taken away.. forever.. the girl felt her first bought with hopelessness.. and if that was not enough.. the same wind came down and took her beloved father not a year later.. Left with only the family she new very little.. she was sent to live with the ones who knew nothing but greed and hurtful action.. Years passed slowly at times.. quickly at others.. the faster time went the easier the numb was to control.. Self medication came in many vices.. some healthy distractions.. and others brought the girl nearly to the brink of death.. as her schooling came to and end and she reached legal age.. all of the pieces she somehow seemed to keep together.. started to fall apart.. not one by one, but more like a dam breaking and she started to drown in all the memories and emotions she hid so deep.. they spewed from her mouth and ears and eyes.. If this was not insanity she wasn't sure what else it could be.. anxiety ruled her life.. to afraid to face the sun, the outside world she hid in the darkest corners of her self built prison cell.. One day.. an angel came along.. his hair dark as night and skin tanned not by the sun but by the blood that ran through his veins... she saw him one time, only for the first moment was she afraid.. but soon she knew.. he was he savior.. the God she had been waiting so long for.. You see he was a man, and a God all the same.. the knowledge he had was not complete, it was wisdom only a woman's wisdom he did seek.. The bond of knowing and being wise led to true understanding, but this could only be reach with two pieces, each side of the coin.. Quickly the two became lovers and partners and soon Husband and Wife.. He taught her the lessons he knew to teach her, and shared with her and new world away from the valley where she had grown.. he took her away to the flat lands of the north, a place where the air was so clean and the people so friendly.. in time through struggle and strife and happiness and indulgence and life lessons one could only learn by their own mistakes and triumphs.. These two soul mates, Sun and Earth promised themselves to each other without question.. and so now here she is.. creating and learning researching and taking care of her ledge. taking care of herself. and now she is becoming all wise and civilized. doing her lessons daily. it seems that there are happy ever after stories.. after all.. but the story is no where near finished, we shall read what more is to be written.. PEACE TO MY GODS, EARTHS, and beautiful SEEDS.

my lova lova

my gwi-tard love kitten

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MRS. LENOR CHRIST..

the muse for the subculture messiah

CELTICS '09

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his light shines upon me shoulders.

GWIDO my love