Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between: Cake Breakfast

August 12, 2010

Cake Breakfast

Filed under: The Black Arts

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When your mother's dead, there's not one person left in the fucking world who could possibly make you feel guilty for eating cake for breakfast.

GRAVEYARD DIRT

...is part cookbook, part diary, part love letter and part magical memoir. ("And s/he who tells a bigger tale would have to tell a lie.") This shit? This shit is about as rough fucking draft as you get. Enjoy the crude exhibitionism known as my life.

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...is Ms. Graveyard Dirt, an Aries (with Pisces and Mercury in her moon and Leo as her ascent) born at Resurrection Hospital during the year of the monkey. Almost nun, devil worshipper, ecstatic harlot, maenad, sacred whore, virgin bride and unrelenting, semi-feral wild woman. Witch; the fairy tale, man-eating kind.

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