A Wild Woman Drunk on Ink Always Writes Her Wicked Tell-Tale Heart Out

always trust
a tongue drunk on ink
to tell tales

I shall be mostly off line for the next week and a half. But worried not, my Luvs, I will post on Instagram every now and again. And I’m leaving you a creative mission to keep your brain-housing-group busy while I’m away.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to leave a comment sharing one thing (all right, you can share three *I, too, am greedy*) that happens to a wild, sexy, intelligent, funny, extremely modest writer while she travels.

Remember, my Wicked Luvs, your imagination is the limit… and everyone knows Lady Imagination is in total lust with Mistress Borders Unknown.

I plan to write the tale during the trip back. So, try to have your suggestions in by next Friday (Feb 23rd). Read you in a day (or 13). Be wild and wicked while I’m gone. Then tell me about it.

really, an Ink Woman is always quite loose with her tales

Portrait of a Modern Vampire

“The Count was clearly a fair-minded man. Anyone who didn’t think so deserved to die.” ~ Carpe Jugulum, by Terry Pratchett

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Your blood means little
to him, fear and praise are food.
Starve his vanity—
make him choke on your backbone,
drown his madness with your truth.

His mirrors spew fibs
he spreads like Agent Orange.
Give him no access—
protect your yard with knowledge,
fight what lies in the gas! GAS!

His mirror spews fibs.

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for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and Vampire’s Day Soirée.

by Anna Kulakovskaja
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