Two Paths of Power
My goddess, ivory skull, ox horns. Dances for me, a nude body, a wicked sight, ritualized. Hips sway, and soft breasts move the rivulets of blood.
I have the secrets of the universe stored within my pocket. if creating our world was just a divine invention then we’re all amateur gods. I’ve wondered about the meaning of life and why I can’t cook for shit. The answers are in my pockets of lint they’re tiny clusters of stars galaxies look, […]