Dead to the World

where tales of deceit take dominance
it has taken a powerful spell to bring you into my world
where illusion runs rampant
like the dog that eats it's own vomit.
the tale includes a witch in New Orleans
and her ability to bring mystery and magick
to where ever she roams
the light harps beckoned her
to play the part.
going through life unaware of the connections we make
the impact of a simple word
and the permanent change it can have on someone.
I am writing, as you have made impact unknowingly.
Life changing

convincing self that these are the last days of which I live
Therefore giving reason to live as only I can imagine
Claiming the days as my very own
Numbering my days as infinite
Creating mystery and magick to leave behind
Taking this time to be who I am
Creating the illusion as a timeless masterpiece
Just for you
I invite you to take part in the illusion...follow me.
The never ending journey
The craft to be witch
Only the narrow minded take sides
Don't you know what an illusion is?!
Thoughts of passing reside
Self reliance precedes
and I become
Dead to the world

Above Photo:

From the Attic Collection

Discovered in July 2009

To:Alice

it has been awhile; I feel i am coming out of

a whirlpool of emotions and ready for attack.

I seem to have been "Somewhere?'

I may have fallen off of a ledge

and someone softened the fall

This place is not familiar at all

I don't think I have ever been there!

I now have the reputation of being a "Witch"

Now pray tell me how does anyone receive this title?

I remember the day I proclaimed

"I'm A Witch"

Little did I know

how powerful are those words

It seems I am in illusion

of My own?

or someone Else's?

how would I know?

and why do I follow you?
I must be in Wonderland!

Power to Alice...AF

once in a blue moon

you find your magick wand

already worn from the previous owner

the handle has a place for your thumb

the tip is rounded and smooth

by this you know

it was left by someone

for you.

Propped up against

a fallen piece of driftwood

the moon lights a path to it.

potion in a bottle

cradled by the sand

lay next to it.

once in a blue moon

something from your thermos speaks to you

Mexicans lurk behind trees

 flying silver goats

cross your path in the night.

A walk in the forest of wands

to no where

the ocean makes a sound

soothing you to melt.

Once in a Blue Moon you make a choice

dissolving everything you thought to know

changing you into who you knew

a long time ago.

the end

AF

It hit her suddenly,

after a much needed vacation away from her twin...

they were merging into one,

they stopped disagreeing,

and had become friends.

Things were being moved from one room to another,

a collection of remnants  from the past and present

to a future unknown

moving into a place of there own,

creating a space for the both of them to reside.

Forming a new relationship

with ones self.

turning everything into something new

somewhere in the middle these two would survive.

hard sharp edges

turning soft,

the pain is dulled

A transition

existing

stepping out of the Comfort Zone

into Aware Zone

looking into places never seen before

revisiting the past

a flood of emotions

it all comes back

a white room

curtains blowing

candles burning

glowing walls

disappearing into a night of darkness.

someone came to me

with the key

a door unlocked

waiting for me

a white room

curtains blowing

candles burning

glowing walls

 disappearing into a night of light.

assume: to take for granted or without proof

Self  discovery through Truth:

We rambled deep into the night, engulfed in drink and smoke...

Humane:

He wakes up one morning with the perfect idea...he wants to kill his long-time wife—so that she won’t be unhappy. He’s only thinking of her; of how lost she’d be if she were to find out about his love affair with the young voluptuous woman that resides next door. He doesn’t want her to suffer, and it seems the kindest thing to do. Better to let her go in her sleep, in the height of her happiness, believing that he still loves her

This idea of sparing someone the ordeal of suffering is one of the most pernicious of modern excuses

It takes no moral philosopher to see it for what it is: a feeble recasting of a selfish motivation as a merciful impulse.

(you stupid, stupid human)

to assume we "know" is out of mere stupidity, our level of knowing anything evolves over a vastness, a place where time is non existent.

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.”

"I don't know nothin"

"I can't assume anything"

Even within my own teeny tiny world...I question everything

My brain and soul communicating on a level I am not aware of.

To assume I know anything outside of self is ludicrous.

The Human Judge strikes again, assuming "he knows"

something (anything) about his subject

"the mystery of Anna Funk"

taking you deep within yourself she creates pure misery

into a dark mirrored cylinder

escaping the truth

imprisons...

serenity within ones self is discovered as

the shovel becomes heavy with the load of shit you have to dump

“Ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge: it is those who know little, and not those who know much, who so positively assert that this or that problem will never be solved by science.”

I have indeed cause to apologise for troubling you with my impressions, and my sole excuse is the excitement in my mind .

AF

&

Darwin

Razored Pages

precisely razored pages from books

life is a seamless collection

of the past, present and future.

revolving doors

a spinning motion

where you stand perfectly

in stillness

as the world turns into a carousel

of blurred vibrancy

faces pressed against fogged glass

eyes peering into the unknown

creating with awareness

a future that exist

only as the present

it comes to me

a source

outside of self

AF

A devil riding on the wings of an Angel

i love talking to the devil

we always seem to converse about

the most intimate of things

he says to me

"be scandalous, you have power!"

"tell lies and be full of deceit"

"it sells!"

the devil has confirmed my behavior

as i am alot like him

the devil saturates the mind

with anything you want to believe

and then whispers

"pass it on"

and the chain link fence begins

CONFORM:

to act in accord with the prevailing standards, attitudes, practices, etc., of society or a group: One has to conform in order to succeed in this company

SUCCEED:

to attain success in some popularly recognized form, as wealth or standing: The class voted him the one most likely to succeed

or

EXCEED:

to go beyond the bounds or limits of: to exceed one's understanding

"don't question me

it is word!"

the nature of his calls

are to confuse me

and make me crazy

enough to produce something insane

what an inspiring fellow he can be.

AF

scandalous behavior

the witch: a mystery to all who don't fully know her, making your head spin,

provoking something deep with in.

Who dares to follow?

I am a witch

casting spells of fantasy and illusion

and my Book of Shadows lay

sleeping within my head

the power coming from awareness

the honesty within escape

from the snare that holds you there

the chain of lies

no longer link

one by one they were broken

a heaping pile of rusted metal

can no longer hold me there

the illusion

of happy faces

replaced with vulgar words of anger

into a world

I can only see from distance

your vision blocked

from the wall you hide behind

I am far far away in my own world
I dance

I sing

the rain melts me

trees talk

I listen

I run

but not away

I beleive in illusion

as I create

I come from a deep dark place

into the light

I arrive with awe

my eyes adjust

and I see him

straight ahead

not arriving before me but with me

we walk

and enter our home made of illusion

AF

a spell is cast

The Mystery of Anna Belle Funk continues to intrigue. I sit on edge as i discover writings from a past that holds a place in the future. Timeless memories to explore. As a child I remember my gramps combing her long silver hair in the late evening as she sat in the rocker by the front window. He would gently pull the comb through until it was perfectly smooth, braiding her hair into a bun.

Diary Entry: August 1928-a spell is cast

Your first Periwinkle experience can happen anywhere or anytime...always unexpected.


He sat on the edge of a bench waiting for her to arrive and thought to himself
"I have been waiting for a really long time" (five minutes to be exact).
A breeze was blowing in from the ocean and the sounds were of soft waves taking their time to arrive on the shore, flowing into the sounds of the city close by. The night was clear and complete with a *waxing crescent moon setting in the west. The first glimpse of her face, shrouded by hair as if the wind picked up it's pace to place it, delicately covering her with a veil. She was upon him, eyes stared intently,  hands reaching to connect, her arms wrapped around him and he was locked in her embrace for a very, very long time; long enough for the city sounds to fade and the crescent moon to escape to another place.

Two souls embraced and embarked on a journey into the Periwinkle Zone; a place of Harmony and unspoken Ritual.

*A time to plan spells that introduce new beginnings and projects. A new relationship or any new venture in life.

It's a good time for any spells that could make your life more fulfilled. If you're looking for your love, now is a good time to make you "complete" per se.

the Periwinkle Zone

THE PERIWINKLE ZONE

WHERE SERPENDIPITY PLAYS WITH YOUR IMAGINATION

THE MINDS ARE LINKED

a connection is made

a current of energy runs through you

the element of time vanishing

space expanding

you are entering the Periwinkle Zone

Notes: Surveys show that only 5% of 5% will ever experience the Periwinkle Zone

The Hostel in the Forest

http://www.foresthostel.com/

"At the hostel in the woods,the back woods of southern Georgia. You enter at the edge of a forest through a small opening, where trees part and are nice enough to let you in. The dirt road meets us and we are taken in, it immediately slowing you down, sometimes stopping you in your tracks; by the time you get to the end you have surrendered to a much slower pace and find yourself in a forest of wands.
4am the woods are alive, I am serenaded by ancient sounds. Silence followed by a symphony . A single chirp leads and all join. The celebratoin of night:black skies, silver moon. I sleep deep returning to my primal roots.
Faint Light surrounds me bringing me back, roosters scream reminding me of all I am to accomplish. Persistent in their screams until I wake and greet my day."

Relax

A place to clear your mind

The Spirit of Ecstacy

"The Spirit of Ecstasy is one of the most well known motor car mascot in the world. Designed by Charles Robinson Sykes, The Spirit of Ecstasy has adorned the radiators of Rolls-Royce motor cars since 1911. This wonderful mascot was modeled after a young woman who had bewitching beauty, intellect and esprit - but not the social status which might have permitted her to marry the man with whom she had fallen in love.

The model was Eleanor Velasco Thornton, whose relationship with John Walter Edward-Scott-Montagu remained a secret for over a decade, principally because both lovers acted with the utmost discretion. John Scott, heir to his father's title, was a pioneer of the automobile in England. From 1902 he was editor of the 'The Car'. Eleanor Thornton served as his secretary. Friends of the pair knew of their close relationship but they were sufficiently understanding as to overlook it."

http://northstargallery.com/cars/spiritofecstacy.htm

POWER

POWER

the power is to be shared with all those that desire, the bonding of souls.

creating a link to the creative spirit by illuminating the mind, the need to possess vanishing in the bright light.

RESTRAINED BY THE POWER OF THOUGHT

OR FREE FROM IT

AS THOUGHT IS EITHER OR

AF

to the souls we bring forth

I created you
from past experience
The tools i used

were found in my heart

As I labored in the creation

I felt Pain

My world seemed dormant

Meticulous in my thoughts

I brought you into form

I breathed life into you

and embraced your soul
you have been with me always
never to expire

fire flies

fire flies

every time I see you

you were there and I here

but

together we conquered my fear

fireflies

bright and flickering

before me

lighting up

a dark blu sky

I saw them

you did not

you were listening

listening so well

you saw me instead

you listened

as i paced inside your head

A smile brushed across my face

you said

smile

and I did

fire flies

when you see me

The Witch and The Goddess

The Witch and the Goddess do you know the relation.
The Goddess and the Witch work together.
The Goddess everts your attention
so the Witch can cast her spell
and where does the Warrior fit in?
And you wonder what part does he play
and I wonder who will play the part?

AF

Dialog between the witch and ???
Anonymous said...
who's going to play that part
and where was the spell cast
it is all a mystery
and when will you know if it worked
when it happens
does it always happen
can this be added as dialog?
everything we say is dialog
between us
the dialog could be anonomous
you can't be anonymous anymore
we are in connection
and have a balance
I came out of the wood work...
I even brought the Goddess, do you know who she is?
no,
you can tell a witch from a goddess...
how can you tell
you just can
I wear a symbol
that will be something you will have to show me
do many people know of this
you do know this is an illusion
I wasn't paying attention
just reaching out and touching
I love it
wow that was beautiful

instinct

the sound of birds led me to the open window in my office, as I listened I realized the birds were not making the music I was so in tuned with, the element of sound had changed to distress and anger. As I peered out of my tower, into the Magnolia tree i witnessed a Chaos between birds. What was causing the confusion, anger, and distress? My eyes were following the path down to the ground, A brown Hawk of massive size stood above something gray and limp. I went outside to get a closer look, the birds were getting louder and louder with each step i took towards the giant hawk...i was in their territory and was hoping to not get attacked. The blue jays were screaming, even the house wrens had joined in. I was able to walk within 2 feet of the Hawk, he stood proud above his kill, a blue jay still fighting for life. He grabbed his prey and took flight with the neighborhood of birds following with angry sound. Into the big Oak down the block they continued to battle and then it was quiet...I witnessed instinct.

moments later:

as always a sign of things to happen

i don't know how to let go of these overwhelming emotions of loss...loss of trust,

within a place I thought would be safe.

I guess I do know...

let go of all that binds

but sometimes this seems so safe to me?

To be tied and restrained?

by thoughts that have existed many life times.

a gray area of my life,

I watch in slow motion.

AF

if i were a bird i would just fly away

the day before

I REMEMBER THE CRASH, RIGHT AT THIS VERY SECOND. iT WAS A QUITE DAY, sUNDAY always is.


It was startling, i stopped breathing, was someone breaking in, I listened, nothing, i tip toed down the stairs and stared, there was almost silence as the living room appeared before me to have something missing, but what. The Fireplace carried a piece of art above it hanging heavily for years done by A local artist that had an impact on me. The art was gone and I wondered who had taken it as I had not related this to the crash. thoughts sorted out and my mind started to focus, the art was laying face up on the ground below the fireplace, the glass was not broken in fact it looked as if it hadn't fallen at all. The screw on the wall was still tight but the screw on the back of the painting had been ripped out of the heavy wooden frame. I was not feeling well in this moment. Had I opened up Pandora's Box? that in fact was what I had done. I am now wondering how deep does this go.

what friends are for

be a friend and listen while I loose my mind

watch it swirl before your eyes

too hard to catch

you guide me with your thoughts

and
I wonder
where I am going
AF

Dark Shadows

it's just a shadow
turn the monster on and take away my blue skies and forest full of wands.
you brought me here from the depths of your soul, i stand before you, ready to be of service to The Higher Craft. It will take much magic to transform the masses, to shine light upon darkness but we are powerful in our endeavor together. we connect on a level of primal instinct, this taking no thought of preparation as this is happening always. It is done with one connection at a time weaving a web of souls until finally the web is finished and we find our self floating in the safe haven of the beautiful web...just like magic.
death=transformation
solitude=where powerful thoughts are born

Voices

are you up for a story? up late?

as we settled down for a long night, I sat across from her ready to listen. Listen...did you hear the voice? Visualize...did you see the

old woman? Touch...did you feel something brush across your skin leaving nothing but chills?

these are the moments you don't forget, tears are spilled and all you can do is catch them in your hand. I listen without a word to say. What do you say...

the person sitting across from me begins to talk, I have written her story as it was told to me.

Memorial Day: hot and muggy intertwined with tense air. I am wearing the appropriate Red White Blue mismatched bikini with RWB flip flops, barely nothing, because it is so fucking hot and I can't afford to run the air. The scene is not a glamorous one, I have sprayed

off in the water hose more than once, drip drying into a matted mess looking like I just woke up from a hellish nightmare.I am multitasking. Laundry, editing and house cleaning,stairs and into a laundry room. I am doing laundry stuff, my mind has wondered off into another place...again.
Modified version

skipping all the personal stuff
when you hear the person you are living with calling your name but he says it wasn't him.
I was in the back apartment when I heard him call my name, three times he called but I did not answer
I was deep in thought about a connection, the painting caught my eye. "Broken House" reminding me of my own broken house.
When I looked out the door into the backyard there was no one there.
I went up stairs and asked "why did you call" he responded "I didn't"
He had heard the voice as indistinguishable and had a vision of me with a bloody face.
I feel I have a guests and when the guests arrives:
Does it manifest in the art of this artist and subliminally I call
to it when in desperate need for expression, release, change, freedom. It comes to me, I feel its presence shaking me out of sleep.

Telling me "THE WORK IS NOT OVER!" AND THEN AS ALWAYS...CHAOS.

The art is the most symbolic thing I own, I connect with it in a primal state of mind, it brings chaos needed for the repair of my
soul, experiences that I seem to have no control over. It brings truth and knowledge that is sometimes hard for me to except, which is
my challenge.
my guide enters through the door of this art.
The art opens a portal to my soul.

AF
is this possible?

Moon Lights Path

full moon
brings light to the darkest space
her eyes open
first sight
a dark night
except for a
pathway of moonlight
her travels begin
almost alone but not quite
a beautiful voice surrounds her
mellow sound
moon of yellow
warm water wraps its arms around her
first breath
by the light of the moon i follow you
AF

tonight i saw the light of the moon play with water

Correspondence between Anna Funk and The Higher Craft

To The Higher Craft,
have been avoiding this topic within myself. today I realize why. I am like you in the fact that i do not get pulled in by the media, I honestly can't remember the last time I watched TV. Today I was on the internet and a unexpectd video popped up from New Orleans, shedding the light on this "Oil Spill"


to even call it a spill sends me into madness, as the ocean floor is cracked open the earth is leaking it's guts into our ocean. We are careless humans. Do we not see that the earth is a living, breathing entity full of life and we continue to abuse her. this makes me cry because more than anything or anyone I am connected to her above all else. My heart breaks as the earth bleeds.

Love to you for your concern and connection.

AF


To:Anna
It will not be the last time either this is the reality, just has we have to leave this planet we call home, is it our home? I am more inclined to believe not, it's what we know to be our home in solid matter form, but in our dreams we travel distances to other homes....but there again why be here? is it to witness the beauty in living as a human upon the earth, being able to smell the flowers and feel the wind and sun and rain upon our skin? or is it to witness it's decay and murder by the hands of man?

It's all too much to comprehend...Don't cry, get even, and live each day each moment knowing it's a movie, and your the star, it's up to you how you want to play it, we can simply not take part and sit back and relax because we know the reality that we are so small and cannot fight all the injustice that occurs to us and our earth. We will never win over man, and mother earth will respond in her own right.... She is the most powerful of them all!

Let us tune our minds to healing her, letting her know we love her regardless of what actions are performed externally by humans in control. As I see it, we then take back the control, we then have the power to correct and heal the wrong doings taking away any ill feeling from our souls which build it's strength, that way it cannot subdue us any longer!

The Missing Piece

if i reach into the deepest part of my mind i have the answer to everything, the answer I recently pulled out was "my relationship with music". when did I play with music? i remember as a child...recording my noise on a reel to reel that was my favorite Christmas gift at age 10, the keyboard that would make so many different sounds,playing records over and over again, thinking if I could just get into the speaker I could be a musician...that is all that it would take but the holes in the speakers were just not big enough for me to crawl through so I would peer into the tiny holes and see the lights twinkling, I could only imagine what was going on in there, I am sure it was dancing. So I danced all over the living room, on the tables, the tapestry couch and the wool rug from India, the drapes became capes.
Where my mind goes when i listen to the play of music, it is far away but yet so near, at my finger tips i melt. I will revisit, re create, my past now with the reel to reel.
To go back and pick up the missing peice.
AF

the birth day

Emerge

Reborn

the world of

Anna Funk

Where fantasy forms

A lie

A portal opens

to liquefy the mind

her wildest dreams are alive

a connection to the deeper side.

AF

The Dream

I was not able to process this sentence enough to actually write it down until today...

I was diagnosed a week ago. My biopsi was positive and the cancer had spread...I have 6 monthes to finish up my life here.

After getting my test results my thoughts were on a level of enlightment knowing what I had to do within the next 6 monthes, certainly I could handle this, I knew I had to tell everyone goodby in the most profound way, in order to leave them here with more purpose, what a gift this was. before I left the doctor's office he told me i would be prone to bleeding easily so I would need to be careful. After I left the doctors office I headed home and stopped at a local place to eat. and somewhere in between the car and the door to the diner I got a paper cut on my finger, it started to bleed. I stood there in the heat of the day and watched the dark blood puddle and then it hit me, I was leaving. I tried to walk but could barely lift my feet to take the next step. I felt an arm slip around my waist as i was walked away. No words were exchanged during the next few minutes, we just walked. He holding my limp body up.

Later I awoke, looking around the room was confusing my things were not were I left them, actually they were not my things at all. I was laying on a bed and there was someone laying next to me. The first thing he said to me is "it's ok" you passed out and I brought you here. Here is where? "The condos over The Diner" I sat up and tried to make sense of things, my finger had a band aid on it, now it is coming back. I thought I would be sick. I sat for awhile with my eyes closed remembering the initial feeling of purpose. I then shared my story to the man next to me. When I had finished he says to me "I am a very rich man and can give you anything you desire" for the next 6 months of your life.

It made me think...what would I want to experience if I had 6 more months to live.

I woke up with tears in my eyes, ready to greet a new day.

Man was played by Woody Harrelson (lucky me!)

Woman played by Self (AF)

Too:

what can happen if you believe in something, something good?

and then what would happen if we both beleived?

AF

Illusions

and when he was away I would love him more

and when he was close i would not love at all.
you learn magic little by little, you experiment with it by creating and letting go. Leave it alone and it becomes stronger, when you start your visual journey that unlocks all and keeps things movingggggg...energy

Surrender to live and then die

Marketing the Witch

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the Classic Independent Witch: consider the classical witch, that which is timeless , not of the kind that is but a mere trend...they are self proclaimed and follow no one but their shadow. They are both dark and light, knowing the craft to bewitch or bewilder.
Claiming this figure will bring you experience... sometimes just to test your strength and sometimes to bring you ecstasy.
AF

Stange notes found in the attic...last July

Characters:
The Brothers Grimm and The Younger Sister Amalie
Alice "whoever she might be"
Lewis Carol Author of ALice
note: Amalie is the imagination of Alice or is Alice the imagination of Amalie?
Now about that Alice, you say we are having a Tea Party and Alice will be our guest, who should bring the tea and what flavor should it be? Chocolate would also be delightful. It will be wonderful to connect with her again...it has been such a long while.
The Grimms meet Lewis Carol; this is how Lewis discovered Alice. Lewis fell in love with the Brothers Grimm sister Amalie. Amalie Grimm, never a part of the fairy tales or was she. As a certain letter comes about new things are discovered about the originality of the tales. It would seem as if Mr. Carol discovered this completely by mishap as he would watch Amalie from a distance although close enough to listen. As he listened, he was quite fascinated by her imagination, the character's being irresistible colorful. Amalie seemed to go on journeys, running and hiding in the fields and forest, you could almost see the characters taking form.
One day as Lewis relaxed on the lawn under a shade tree in the heat of the day he noted the Brothers Grimm watching Amalie from another vantage point with paper and pen in hand writing fiercely fast. Mr. Lewis immediately caught on, Amalie was the actual source; she as a young girl with a vivid imagination had not a clue. Mr. Lewis being a writer himself became concerned and decided to write a letter to Amalie but the letter would not be given to her until she became an adult. The thought of Amalie with her vivid imagination inspired "Alice". Once Amalie became an adult the letter was mailed to her annonomously, she responded by reading the stories...one by one and as she did a lost part of her came flooding through, she reunited with the characters from childhood. After the letter was sent to Amalie, Lewis watched again in amazement as Amalie started writing her own stories, seeming to act them out with whom ever she would come into contact with. Lewis had always loved Amalie, you could not but help this. As she was spilling and could never contain an emotion whether it be of love,frustration anger...some might say "she was brutally honest". One day Lewis decided to show his face, he shaved his beard, he then preceded to Amalie's house, where he walked up the steps to her front door and knocked disturbingly loud. She opened the door and greeted him as she would a character in her book, with a most delicious kiss on the mouth and "where have you been, I've missed you" within that moment and since much magick has been made between the two inseparable lovers and anyone entering into the world of Lewis and Amalie become just another character with a part to play.
000xxx
Anna

The Higher Craft

You brought me here from the depths of your soul,i stand before you, ready to be of service to The Higher Craft. It will take much magic to transform the masses, to shine light upon darkeness but we are powerful in our endeavor together. We connect on a level of primal instinct, this taking no thought of preparation as this is happening always. It is done with one connection at a time weaving a web of souls until finally the web is finished and we find self floating in the safe haven of the beautiful web...just like magic.
AF

falling in snow

falling in love, i find myself face down on the snow with the smell of earth frozen below. There are tears that fill my eyes as I recognize the gifts that are given to me, the impact that things have on me, they have brought changes into my life that have brought me new site, a clarity I would not otherwise have.

"Insane"

I have insanities, I am not insane, I am happy to have finally realized this: my own diagnosis. I am not dysfunktional but funktion on another level. There are things that set off these insanities, I can smell them, like right before the lightening strikes, it is in the air and you know that things are going to start happening...weird and crazy things. It sweeps you up and away you go on the magic carpet ride. There are no steering devices except for that which is in your head. Most importantantly you don't know exactly where you are going, it is best to keep looking at what is immediatly around you. I would like to think that I am in control at all times, if i were to think anything else this would be "insane".
AF
funkology

Todays Survey

studies show a high percentage of relationships surviving and thriving "with an increase of orgasmic sex" when the male does an equal amount or even more housework than the female.
anna funkosophy

Summoning

Summoning the souls that inspire me...

wishing for someone to come in and open my mail and pay the bills

so I can stay here

and dwell in amazement

where the earth meets the sky

and water liquefies my mind.