Dea Luna

The Village of the Gods

On my 3- wheeler bike with a big basket, like I had when I was Anne Shirley (Ashontotoplee Asah” (that’s me”) a fun and lovable person who is insanely beautiful, the Goddess), the fresh cut flowers smell divine while riding. I pull behind me Gandalf’s cart filled with goodies to give away at the market to the townsfolk (fonshee) “Gods at Play”.

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Hecate's Lair

Piss, Pot and Patchouli

Piss, Pot and Patchouli: I’ve Become Boring AF (A Gen-Xer's Lament)

Did you ever just wake up one day and realize that you have become mind-numbingly dull AF, that the free and wild spirit you used to have is gone, demolished by a trite gentrified society and superficial peers who became old way before their time?

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