Don’t Be a Cunt

Don’t Be A Cunt!

 

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To be human is to be the sharpest blade…ever.

 

I don’t give any real fucks about your politics, religion, gender, sexuality, racial ignorance, self-pity, or ego…

How do you love? How do you and how will you, treat every creature upon this Earth?

Everything else is human waste, regurgitation, poison, and needless suffering for all.

I love myself because I tell myself so…I embrace the deathly sharp blade of  “Why the fuck are we even here!?” existence because it actually makes a difference.

Love baby, love. Bleed it out of your pores and soak the soil!

~Julia-Anne Crow (DarkRose) 1/13/2019

 

 

 

 

 

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Love Me Not (Just Fuck Me…Please!)

Image and prose are property of Julia DarkRose
By Julia DarkRose
©2015

*This is meant to be a fun prose. I am most definitely poking fun at over dramatic Goths and wanna-be vamps.*
(And yes, that is real human blood, taken right from the source, flowing from my mouth and down my breasts…no delusions here.)

Love Me Not (Just Fuck Me, Please!)

Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,
and hearts exchanged for hearts;
Tell me no more of dark spirits meeting and becoming one dark soul.
Tell me no more of our unbodied essence
sharing the dark bloody kiss,
and then like fallen angels, twist and become one in our despair,
and oh, so very misunderstood, dark bliss.

I was once that silly thing that once wrought
to practise this esoteric love;
I climb’d from Gothic sex to Gothic soul, from somber soul to thought;
But thinking there to move,
headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then
from soul I lighted at the bloody sex again.

As some strict down-looked women pretend to fast,
who yet in closets eat;
So lovers who profess of the spirits taste,
Feed yet on grosser meat;
I know they boast their souls to souls convey,
however they meet, the body is the way.

Come, I will undeceive thee.
They that tread those vain intangible ways,
are like young heirs and alchemists misled
to waste their wealth and days,
for searching thus to be ever rich,
they only find a medicine for the itch.

Oh, keep thy delusions to yourself.
Oh, lie not to me about those imaginary
things which you cannot see.
Oh, my poor, poor, misled, Gothic soul,
oh, love me not,
just fuck me…please!

~Julia DarkRose11248877_373788356148203_6164994560223897999_n

The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped: Issue 6…Now Available!

DRJ Issue 6 Lst Page

The DarkRose Journal-ReVamped,Issue 6 hard copy is not available yet (probably tomorrow), however, the ezine version is available.

If anyone is interested in receiving the 160 page ezine, please just message me (either on the DRJ FB page or my personal FB page, or my email) with an email that you can receive the very large pdf ezine at.

My email: darqrose@gmail.com

*Uh oh, my delicious darkness is dripping…all over the place!*

~Julia DarkRose

The Vine

Property of DarkRose Productions
By Julia DarkRose ©2012
 
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The Vine
I dreamed this earthly part of mine,
Was metamorphosed to a vine;
Which crawling, creeping, one and every way,
Enthralled my dainty Rose.
Me thought, her creamy, white legs and thighs,
I with my tendrils did surprise;
Her belly, buttocks, and her slender waist,
By now soft nervelets were embraced.

About her head, I hung a writhing tangle of sensuality,
And with rich clusters (Hid among the leaves)
Her temples I behung,
So that my Rose seemed to me,
Young Bacchus ravished by his tree.
My curls about her neck did crawl,
And arms and hands they did enthrall:
So that she could not freely move,
(All her parts made prisoner).

But when I crept with leaves to hide those parts,
Which she keeps unespied,
Such fleeting pleasures there I took,
That with that fancy I awoke;
And found (Ah me!)
This flesh of mine,
More like a rock hard stock, than like a vine.

~JDR

 

Love Me Not (Just Fuck Me, Please!)

Property of DarkRose Productions
Copyright 2014
By Julia DarkRose Ray

*I’ve posted this prose I wrote last year, a couple of times, I know, forgive me. I did update it a bit. BTW-this is meant to be a fun prose. I am most definitely poking fun at over dramatic Goths and wanna-be vamps. ;-)*
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Love Me Not (Just Fuck Me, Please!)

Tell me no more of minds embracing minds,
and hearts exchanged for hearts;
Tell me no more of dark spirits meeting and becoming one dark soul.
Tell me no more of our unbodied essence sharing the dark bloody kiss,
and then like fallen angels, twist and become one in our despair,
and oh, so very misunderstood, dark bliss.

I was once that silly thing that once wrought
to practise this esoteric love;
I climb’d from Gothic sex to Gothic soul, from somber soul to thought;
But thinking there to move,
headlong I rolled from thought to soul, and then
from soul I lighted at the bloody sex again.

As some strict down-looked women pretend to fast,
who yet in closets eat;
So lovers who profess they spirits taste,
Feed yet on grosser meat;
I know they boast their souls to souls convey,
however they meet, the body is the way.

Come, I will undeceive thee.
They that tread those vain intangible ways,
are like young heirs and alchemists misled
to waste their wealth and days,
for searching thus to be ever rich,
they only find a medicine for the itch.

Oh, keep thy delusions to yourself.
Oh, lie not to me about those imaginary
things which you cannot see.
Oh, my poor, poor, misled, Gothic soul,
oh, love me not,
just fuck me…please!

~JDR

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