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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Blood’s Truth, Finds New Home in the Abyss

Re-post from my FB account:

Probably the last excerpt I will ever share from my book:

Page 88
The verity of time shall remember you as a child full of fear and imagined grace, a hollow husk, if you are remembered at all. And so, to you, in a sanguine whisper, Life utters, “Terminate your torment of love unsatisfied, of a life unfulfilled. Where shall this libber of souls be found? Where will the truth resound? Not here, not in the arms of ego and cultivated ignorance. There is not enough silence.”

Go into the sable forest, if you can bare the reality, and live among the “beasts” and “monsters.” Eat from the ruby apple, embrace your pain and tear the diseased veil of false-hoods from your rotting pulp.

Julia DarkRose Caples
Copyright 2016

This informational post is meant for those that care…
My apology. I forget, when I am writing, not everyone lives inside my head, Lol. I am pulling “Blood’s Truth,” off the shelf, not for a lack of sales or positive reviews. I am doing so for what I believe is the greater good, for all. Perhaps not my call to make, but there it is, it is made.
“A Kaleidoscope of Butterflies,” is still coming out this October. Thank you everyone for your concern. I am, as always, truly appreciative. 🙂

I am pulling my book, “Blood’s Truth,” off the shelves. I am having 100 copies printed, delivered to me and stored away for another generation…maybe, perhaps I will just bury them deep in the abyss.

Thank you beyond what I can convey in this Social Media post, to all those who believed in me and my work, and supported my book, no matter what.

~Julia DarkRose Caples
2018

 

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Southern Gothic Ascending

Please enjoy my newest  video preview for “The DarkRose Journal,” Issue 7~ReVamped.

Southern Gothic Ascending: Video Preview…

Southern Gothic Ascending

Julia DarkRose-Girl's Night Out Edit for Video Text

Because sometimes I forget that not everyone understands the world the way I do and quite often, many of those people have no fucking clue about what I am trying to communicate…

SOUTHERN GOTHIC
noun
1.
a literary genre depicting life in the southern US and featuring grotesque themes and imagery
Collins English Dictionary – Complete & Unabridged 2012 Digital Edition
© William Collins Sons & Co. Ltd. 1979, 1986 © HarperCollins
Publishers 1998, 2000, 2003, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2009, 2012

American Psychological Association (APA):
southern gothic. (n.d.). Collins English Dictionary – Complete & Unabridged 10th Edition. Retrieved March 20, 2018 from Dictionary.com website http://www.dictionary.com/browse/southern-gothic

ASCEND
Definition of ‘ascend’
Learner: ascendAmerican: ascend English: ascend Example sentences

ascend
(əsɛnd )
Word forms: ascends, ascending, ascended
1. transitive verb
If you ascend a hill or staircase, you go up it.
2. intransitive verb
If a staircase or path ascends, it leads up to a higher position.
3. intransitive verb
If something ascends, it moves up, usually vertically or into the air.
4. See also ascending
COBUILD Advanced English Dictionary. Copyright © HarperCollins Publishers

MORPHOLOGY
morphology in American
(mɔrˈfɑlədʒi ; môrfälˈəjē)
noun
1.
the branch of biology that deals with the form and structure of animals and plants
2.
a.
the branch of linguistics that deals with word structure and with functional changes in the forms of words, such as inflection and compounding
b.
the study of the structure, classification, and relationships of morphemes
3.
any scientific study of form and structure, as in physical geography
4.
form and structure, as of an organism, regarded as a whole
Webster’s New World College Dictionary, 4th Edition. Copyright © 2010 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.

TAPROOT
aproot in American
(ˈtæpˌrut ; tapˈro̅otˌ)
noun
a main root, growing almost vertically downward, from which small branch roots spread out
Webster’s New World College Dictionary, 4th Edition. Copyright © 2010 by Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. All rights reserved.

THRESHOLD
threshold
Pronunciation /ˈθrɛʃˌhəʊld//ˈθrɛʃəʊld/
NOUN
1A strip of wood or stone forming the bottom of a doorway and crossed in entering a house or room.

‘he stood on the threshold of Sheila’s bedroom’
More example sentencesSynonyms
1.1in singular A point of entry or beginning.
‘she was on the threshold of a dazzling career’
More example sentencesSynonyms
1.2 The beginning of an airport runway on which an aircraft is attempting to land.
Example sentences
2The magnitude or intensity that must be exceeded for a certain reaction, phenomenon, result, or condition to occur or be manifested.

‘nothing happens until the signal passes the threshold’
as modifier ‘a threshold level’
© 2018 Oxford University Press

OLD-WORLD
Definition of ‘Old World’
Learner: old worldAmerican: Old World1American: Old World2American: old-worldEnglish: Old WorldEnglish: old-worldExample sentencesTrends
Word Frequency
old world
also Old World also old-world
adjective [ADJ n]
Old world is used to describe places and things that are or seem to be from an earlier period of history, and that look interesting or attractive.
The newcomers to the Village were attracted by its winding streets and Old World charm.
COBUILD Advanced English Dictionary. Copyright © HarperCollins Publishers

What I Did This Summer

What I Did This Summer (Written in 1995 for The DarkRose Journal)

Well, let’s see. I slept a lot, which is something I wish I could do more. Life is hectic, though, and I’m busy, busy, busy. I saw a few movies. That new vampire thing was pretty good, and the new Freddie flick was cool. I went swimming a few times, a couple of times in the bare-butt state I entered the world in. Freedom, yes. Liquid joy.

Oh-the real news was my new pet. His name is Claude. (Claude…”clawed”…get it?) He’s got black hair and the brownest eyes. He looks at you with that puppy dog look, and you just sort of melt. The first time I met him, I melted, so I took him home. I figured he’d like being the only male in a house full of females. (Well, there’s only the two of us females, really, but it sure seems full!)

Anyway, I brought him home. The place was quiet. Becky was in her room, as usual, tied up with one thing or another, I guess. I showed Claude allover the house, and he seemed so interested in everything! When I took him downstairs to the rec room, he got really excited. I have a bunch of toys down there, and he just wanted to run from one to another, just playing. He sure was peppy and full of energy! I got sort of tired, just watching him.

I gave him some water and a cookie, and he seemed to really appreciate that. That’s one really cool thing about having a pet-if you treat them right, they just really like everything you do for them. They’re always following you around and all, and worshipping you, like you’re the only thing in the universe. At least that’s how Claude was. I played with him for a little bit and then took him to meet Becky.

Becky’s been a real pain in my ass lately-pardon my French-ha! ha! but really, she’s been terrible. Complaining about this, bitching about that, moaning about how cruel life is. Sometimes I wish she’d just shut up. But if she did, she wouldn’t be Becky.

Anyway, when I took Claude to meet Becky, she got real excited, and so did Claude. I mean, Claude is so cute anyone would fall in love with him. Becky wanted to go outside with him, but I said no. Claude was mine, after all, and Becky would just have to get used to it. Besides, you could tell he was already devoted to me.

Becky started yelling at me in that screechy voice she has, so I closed her door and took Claude back down to the rec room. I had just bought a new collar and a leash for him, and I couldn’t wait to show him. He knew immediately they were his, and couldn’t wait for me to put them on. I took him for a walk, and he seemed to really like that. So far, I was just doing everything right as far as Claude was concerned. He adored me!

I told him that after I took a nap, we’d go get Becky and let her play with us. I told him to just lie down there at the foot of my bed while I took a nap. He did, just like the loyal companion he was going to be. He even licked my toes for awhile, and that made me giggle. I figured it wouldn’t be too long before I could let him sleep in the bed with me.

So after my nap, he was dying to go play some more. We went and got Becky. I told her if she didn’t behave with Claude, I would be real mean to her and make her life miserable. I guess she believed me, because she did everything I told her to.

I have to admit, she and Claude were cute together. I’m going to try to get her to help me take care of him. Pets are fun, but they can be a lot of trouble. You have to feed them, and make sure they’re clean. Sometimes they want to go outside, and you gotta’ go with them, or they’ll run away. They want to go for walks. They want this. They want that. Wow, I mean it’s a big responsibility!

As I played with Becky and Claude I felt like a lion trainer or something, cracking a whip and making everybody do exactly as I said. The cool thing is, they love doing what you want! And if they dare disobey, they get punished. Even after they’ve been punished, they still come to you and want attention. Claude only got punished once, when he was a little slow fetching something. I hit him on the butt and he did it faster next time.

Becky did pretty good, too, although I had to give her a spanking a couple of times. Boy, was her behind red when I got through! And Claude just thought it was fun-he kept trying to be a part of it!

Anyway, it started getting really late. Becky got tired and wanted to go to her room. I said no, and tied her to a post-sort of like pirates used to do. I guess.

So then Claude wanted to leave. I took his leash strongly in my hand and said no. He tried to go for the door, but I was too fast for him. His leash was attached-very firmly-to a hook on the wall, and when he dug at his collar, he discovered that it had a lock.

He started whining and whimpering, so I grabbed the leather strap that was attached to his-well, you know…his privates-and gave it a hard yank. He told me that when he answered my private ad, he only wanted to fool around for the afternoon. I told him that the ad very clearly stated “slave”-and that’s exactly what he was.

He looked with those big saucer eyes towards Becky, but she just shrugged, and told him that she had been here for over a month now. I just loved the look of panic that came into his eyes, and he suddenly looked very appealing in his frightened nudeness. Yes, there was still a lot more fun to be had with Becky and Claude.

Well, that was the beginning of summer, and I had a great time for almost three months. Claude finally managed to saw through his leather straps with a nail file that Becky somehow got, so they’re both gone now. The ingrates.

Anyway, that was my summer. I’ll fill you in on my autumn as soon as I get settled in my new place-wherever it turns out to be.

©Julia DarkRose 1995

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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!

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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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