Believe in the real creator who within dark and dreamy seams inspires the shrubs and vines and leaves, who shines the sun, conspires with the atmosphere and devours ****** sacrificial the creatures to feed the progeny. She runs wild, her appetite inventive, insatiable archaically from the time any one thing mated, grew leaves or breathed. Bless her. The Mother. Her calamities cause change, rearrange the game, her strength, her holistic songs inspire in wind and storms. Bless Nature, eternity long.
A collaboration with my Queen, Vicki!! Love you, babay.