Once, passion & obsession with a promiscuous god, led her to abandon the Temple of Another and submit to his way. Did devotion to her former temple become jejune & reveal no more magic? Old Ritual/ ceremony did not fulfill her. Metamorphosis was possible, so she became the Bull.
Something called October
How many martyrs here?
How much is lost in the Neverworld?
How many deformed and drowning?
How many looking there
consumed by their own flesh?
No time, nowhere to turn in fact
What's the ask? Where’s the dare?
Sorry about that. Normally I like to keep the state affairs separate from the personal but sometimes they can't be helped but superimposed. Rest assured your individual privacy is always secured; she doesn't have access, but she's a champ & a keeper; & I'm the luckiest guy ever!
Oh won't you come carrying the same genus you caressed over my gueule once and paint over this parched tissue the warmth of your wicked petals? #SensualPoetry#SugarSpiceAndEverythingNice
I have suddenly decided not to get mad - at all - about this outpouring of rage against that poor, stupid-but-kind-of-funny girl. Good - get all that rage and heatwave out of your system and onto the screen. It's 50°C, for goodness' sake - you've earned it!
Praise the stars! Plopped into the singular righteous nation, spoon-fed the infallible system, and baptized in the one precise sect with the exquisitely correct mystical footnote. Aren’t we the chosen few, smirking atop the cosmic lottery, my fellow Pakistanis?