Message From a Righteous Bitch
a story about how you fucked up
Rainwater tore holes in the Earth. It burrowed. They’d take what was shown. They knew it their place to become something more. People were wrong.
Humans were people. Nothing was more untrue than an idea borne of their godhood.
Every person is the Earth.
Growing from the seeds in the truth of Spring would be a change towards good. Every last year things got better and then worse for more. Nothing planted would grow well.
People were sowing seeds of wrongness all.
Every last person on Earth was the Earth.
We are betrayers of ourself and nothing else from how we think it right to kill our own body. We are addicts from a source. All of those seeking healing from the stains of the past know one thing — addiction.
It’s unbeatable, replaceable, a curse upon the world of Men, except for those few. Indigenous cultures who wielded respect, surviving to the years of now, would be the only who were walking with weights clean of hell. Feathers were the spirits of those many who remained, the walking raped, their wholeness forsaken by how the world would make them take their giant cock.
Mother is angry at her children for drinking her blood and thinking themselves Gods.
You pay, or you suffer. Life is atonement. If you don’t realize the part you play and change it, when you aren’t the raped, you’ve been made to know at last what you owe. Penance.