Lickety slit, Betty Fucking Crocker.

Perpetual motion.


God in your heart, home and pussy.

Can’t say vagina.

Yet, you wear my uterus for your Sunday best.


It’s ok, whites don’t kill whites.

And americans don’t kill babies.


Slippery dick.

You can’t finger this.


Toe tappin, fucker.

Police a bathroom stall.


Arm our teachers with guns.

Make us comfortable with school to prison pipeline.


You’re free to worship without fear evangelicals.

You got your jesus in white hair.


Sadist, look at you smile.


Gave 2 away at birth.

1 abortion.

2 I kept as my own.


My choice.


I am capable.

Don’t tell me I can’t.

I knew when to cradle life in these hips.

When to cradle in my arms.



Because your pussy depends on it.

For our daughters.


My granddaughters.


Daughter of

Haley Michelle




Daughter of

Hannah Nicole



I’m scared too but I promise not to hurt you.

No one wants a gun in their face.



That’s it.




The world is melting. Poor boys drinking milk laced with female hormones.

How weak is your stomach with a bone saw?













Control the few.

Electoral college.

It’s a coup.


No one loved him.

That’s what he deserves.

But I love d him.


Even with the boil on his arm.

All that and a bag of chips.


Kintsugi (金継ぎ, “golden joinery”), also known as Kintsukuroi (金繕い, “golden repair”),[1] is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum, a method similar to the maki-e technique.[2][3][4] As a philosophy, it treats breakage and repair as part of the history of an object, rather than something to disguise.[5]



Wake up and smell the piss.

Don’t cry over spilled milk.


My choice.

All the children.

My street.



Run the world.


Feel her breathing.



I like to wash my dishes by hand, just sayin.


In Your Eye.

Lit this bitch.

Faced it.


I will not fear.

Fear is the mind killer.

Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.

It will pass over me and through me.

Where it has gone there will be ….

~Frank Herbert “Dune”~



I kissed her.

Forgave her.


I can.

I have.

I do.


Pushed four humans out of my body.

Shot a cow elk and fed my family.

I Survived.


I march.

I smoke a little weed.


I cook like a black southern woman.

And bake like my grandma.

With love and butter.


Yes, I told Nana I’ve got porn star nipples.

I still do.

I love MY fucks.

Cus I can and I do.


I can change the oil in a car.

Buck a bale.

Bait a pole.

And yes, I’ll bait your pole too.


I’ve called men pussies.

Women cunts.


And I vote.


I know right from wrong.

I don’t believe in Jesus.


Where will I go when I die?

I’ll be the apple of your eye.


Pussy foot.

Beat around the bush.


Ron Jeremy.

Porn Star extrodinaire.

Joe Arpaio.

Criminal sheriff, GOP Senate Candidate.

Dennis Hof.

A dead GOP candidate. Pimp.


Don’t stop me.

Fuck me harder.

I’m built for this shit.


Party before country.

Money over humanity.



Beat them at it’s own game.

Love a man who can grab his ankles.


They want their asses wiped.

Wipe it with my ballot.

Use a hillbilly backlash?

Make a pussy snapback!


You don’t like the way I say pussy?






Get the fuck over it snowflake.

Inverted penis.

Suck deez nuts.




North Dakota


Right to life, liberty and a ballot.

Taxation without representation.


Go on now,  steam that pussy.