Original poetry by MahButtItches She writes because she cares about asses
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Muse’s Release
Disasterpiece There is no sin and there is no penance. All she wants is to teach you lessons. There's never too long for her to wait, so worry not, it's never too late. Time exists only if given meaning. The Fate that speaks when you are dreaming, in signs and whispers, sometimes screaming. Open your... Continue Reading →
Disasterpiece
With the best of intentions, we've been chained. Artists grow up and slowly fade - a world full of colors now mostly grey. Our passion and joy we gladly trade, for money and some accolades. But dollar signs don't validate, and it's still you that you hate. Acceptance seemingly a fairy tale, we decide not... Continue Reading →
Masterpiece
Disasterpiece Muse's Release Free yourself from your disease. Become your own masterpiece. Right now, pain is black and blue, but it's nothing to fear, you're a rainbow confused. If this redundant play is to end, become your own true best friend. See yourself: the sleeping god. Read this until you finally nod: you are not... Continue Reading →
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