pssywillow

General

Mormon being. Jesus heals all, i survived three weeks in siberian forest, only help was survival skills and i had none. Kept climbing mountain and finding elk baby. Kept me warm, but i wished to have chai latte from espresso house. I looked at stars, missing home in croatia. My dad, superior soldier, gave me genes which i survive with. Mother died in nam. Yes i am hybrid.I ran past more animals than i can count, fast like vampire. Maybe i am vampire i thought? no, not like this. I get out from siberian mountains with only leather boots from deceased hiker. I then knew my destiny, i cant be forest girl, i am town girl. Today i am strong like father, bright like mother, raising my siblings and children by myself. Father could never wrestle bear well, he quit and dissapeared in the alleys of gambia. I have not seen since. I wish to have thick skin like cow, hard hair like horse, teeth like hippo, but we only have one body and we shall cherish it. I am here to spread awareness.

Music

Music is not the voice of god. But i have sinned when walking down dirt road from the fruit festival. I was 12 when bad harvest year made me buy apple with real money. Walking down the road, i hear rumble, bad knee cap injury so i could not turn around. But i felt it hard. Demon of my dreaming, a horde of wild pigs wanted my apples. I promised never hurt living being, but i had stick with me from wildfire, with dark oak stick i stab from other way around, poking pig in the behind hole. It scream and dissapear, i now always carry dark oak stick and never listening to music.

Movies

Television

Books

I had read many books in past. Everytime mother wanted to end life, she went to electrical shed and touch cable. Luckily she had skin like mountain lioness, never die. But everytime she gave best try and light stopped working. I only had candle and book from mormon church. Pastor Giovannis collection, "the life of murata: the great power fist", kept me awake for 8 days. Shiver in neck and thighs. It was about egypt boy, comitting sin everyday, he wanted reproduction, but was not able after hard punch from father when young. I was never teached such things, only to kill chicken and climb tree like monkey. But world changed now, i lived in church attic for three months. Farmers bring me carrot to survive, but farm boy forgot me after while, ate poison berry and mouth foaming, i knew it was my destiny to survive. I survive now.

Heroes

My great hero was grandpapa. We have strong genes in family, but all come from source. I was 7 years when wolfpack came to front door, all brothers hiding like scared sheep. i then hear roar. roar that made mama go to labor, water dripping. drip drip. only quiet until we know roar was really papa. papa big like forest pig, ran on all legs fast like cat, scared wolfpack away. village town always wonder why papa was bigger than all. But only i know why, because of grandpapa. Grandpapa war leader, in far back romania, before time, grandpapa led the people, and was reborn as my father. Today i feel shame that i am skinny like tree branch. I can not fend for myself, only pick berries and shed the skin of rabbit will not protect my children. I can sometimes take shower, close eyes, and feel papa as guardian angel. I am sickly white child, need protecter. Papa will always be great hero.

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