Laura said she’d leave me if I bought more commemorative plates. What she doesn’t know is how many boxes of commemorative plates are buried in the yard, and with any luck she never will.
Madeira Darling is a snarky mystic, devout Satanist, serious Marxist, laughing dominatrix, and writer from San Fransisco where they live with their boyfriend in a house full of altars to their various demons.
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Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 