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Indigenous girl w supernatural inclinations haunted by a dark prince since b4 she was born must overcome tragic karma if she's to escape banishment from grace, an indictment of bad faith, a murder rap, & a string of deaths befell men around her (ever since HE took his love away).


hesitation markets


gramps got a shave and a haircut

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lol @lachicakatniss slanging cid on X bro that's fire emoji


Thomas Jefferson on LSD editing scripture w/a razorblade & glue stick.


the thing about having thousands of pages of notes is


His dark throne empty. The crypt silent. Lain atop the vacated black velvet cushion. A patinaed aquamarine head of an ancient Mexikix ax head set inside a bloody circle of human teeth, with a frog’s tongue in the middle crowned by a purple seashell crawling with worms. #scraps


Trapped in the darkness her prince was gone.


The Goddess herself The Divine Mother Kālī Mata soared. Her leg formed a dragon kick the length of the entire desert.


with great interest her proximal emergence from the lunar red Durga zone already in the form of a flown dragon kick. With all her violent feminine warrior might, thus bestowed; plus her Shakti powers ready-at-hand; of her being The First Mahavidya.


Debris fell from the burning roof.


Dharma reminded them it was not their duty to watch. Never mind. They couldn’t look away. A divine shadowbox draped over the mouth of the cave saved the children’s sight from blindness.


Thunderous sounds of Titans lain across one another. Awful blows, terrifying. Any one of which enough to nudge the moon out of orbit. #scraps


The fight between ancient foes played out in black lightning against the red filtered sky. All day and all of the night. And for eight straight rotations of the globe.


THIS delighted the divine onlookers in the sky.


He spun like a tornado in reverse out the mouth of the infernal mineshaft come emerged to battle at the feet of she full-grown and black as soot dog-faced and surly, if foetid reeking demon Kālī asura.


She shivered. The Earth shuddered.


It changed directions as rapidly the wind.


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