This is what you get telling tales.

Tangled webs woven of what? Take form in flesh and lash to take your breath way. Born from a womb? Of a woman? Scorned. Warned to go straight not turning. Riding in chevys with some princely bartenders that renders you blind

To a gift from the giant in the sky. Oh beans. Good slippers. Red capes and white cows. Spell of spells. Oh wow.


I am an Adapted, artist, Mother, a soul, a human, singer, writer, activist, minister and deprogrammer and reprogrammer of minds. And I am here because we need to change how you see it, a lot of things that is. For us Adoptees who have lived in the dark. We were cut off from our families. And that is sad people.

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