Ella Larkspur Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

I’m sittin’ here, madder’n a wet hen, thinkin’ how folks judge ‘em. Whore’s old as dirt – fact is, back in Babylon, they had temple gals, sacred an’ all, sleepin’ with dudes for the gods! Ain’t that a hoot? Me, I’m like, “Git-R-Done, ladies!” – respect the hustle. But then, ya got them sleazy pimps, an’ that ticks me off. Makes me wanna holler, “Conceal your intent!” like that assassin gal, ‘fore I sock ‘em one.

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The photo above shows a close-up of the flower of pale-leaved larkspur as seen from north-facing slopes about one-half mile east of Highway Pass.

I’ve seen tears, laughter, and a bit of madness too – all over town. The local deities of gossip seem to run the show on a rainy Tuesday by the river. Yeah, we got a river too, the Corte Madera Creek, slyly threading through our lives, much like the tangled narratives in my favorite film. It reveals the fragility of decisions; one moment, you’re the hero, next, you’re spirlin’ into existential thought.

Plane crashed near Larkspur during lesson on emergency procedures