You were conceived before this fireplace on a bed of unthreshed wheat imported from Siberia and I’ll be damned before I let you make me regret that wheat importation fee and the amount of bribe money I had to pay to get it through biosecurity, you little bastard
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 