Emma Ashburnham Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Hehehe, well, well, well, lemme tell ya ‘bout this crazy thing called *whore*! Manic laughter—why so serious? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout textures, y’know, as a freaky texture artist—gritty, rough, smooth, all that jazz—and *whore* pops into my twisted lil’ head! Ain’t it wild? Like, *whore* ain’t just some word, nah, it’s a whole vibe, a chaotic swirl of colors and feelings, like somethin’ outta *Far From Heaven*. You seen that flick? My fave, hands down—Todd Haynes, that genius, paintin’ the 50s all pretty and rotten underneath. “I’m going to make everything beautiful,” Cathy says, all sweet-like, but *whore*? It’s the flipside, baby—the messy, the raw, the “who gives a crap” energy!

What can you see in the grounds and gardens?

Did Florence become Edward Ashburnham's mistress? Leonora says so, almost straight out. About a week after Edward's funeral, and several months after Florence's.

I stroll these streets daily. I code dating sites while riding my bike along Creekside Ln. Kidneys… I mean, oh, "the silence has its secrets." Crazy reflective, right? I remember a day. I was debugging my site at Meadow Park next to Burr Oak Lane. I saw kids, couples, and lost lovers. k lol

‘Lord of the Flies’ on stage in Ashburnham beginning Nov. 8