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The one and only Goddess,
Since you're reading my prayers...
I read your book! Or some of it. I am Wolf Alexander and I don't believe it's a coincidence you're thinking about running with me.
Some parts were pretty informative. I read the whole section about union with another. The introduction. And part of the first chapter. I read the whole index and may drop into another chapter.
There's a lot of fluff. This is a book by a wild woman who wants her wild man to pick it up in the bookstore, get her, and say hi. Because a book is a performance. An introvert's art. She might be writing it "for" other girls but really, it's for POV thatoneboy.
All she really needed to say Rebel Tornado already said. "I will not be tamed".
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Wild men are easy to come by.
A gallant, wild man a brand new kind.
Who doesn't want to be their true self? And who's been in charge? So who got to be wilder? Men.
But they tamed and continue to tame wild women, thinking of them as a trophy, not a catalyst.
I want the catalyst. I want my wildness to be multiplied by her wildness.
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Every time a comediane I've never heard puts up a post, it's wilder and wilder and I fuckin' love it.
We could be two badass creatures running together forever.
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Rebel Tornado, I don't know if you know, but I got myself in a bit of a legal web and rather than knuckle under to the DA's bullshit I am taking that cocksucker to trial. And representing myself. I was honorable in my dealings and will not be called anything but a gallant suitor. Only one out of 12 has to agree and that jury is nullified, nigga. I am excited as heaven to call and very politely flirtaciously and famously talk with "the victim".
And I'd rather leave the judgement to twelve regular people than plea, and leave it up to one robed possibly asshole.
It's definitely worth the risk. And I hope, seriously, they don't drop the charges. Cause then how will I ever talk to (in person) who I want to talk to? I want five minutes, live, to discuss life with someone and if I have to do it in front of the whole goddamn awful justice system so be it.
Rikers Island can kiss my ass.
But back to you, Goddess. Of brilliance, beauty, brains, braun and balls (the ovarian kind).
I literally, think about you, all day. All day. Every second I am not occupied with full on concentration about something immediate, I think about you. Almost always with a smile. And even during the occassional growl it's still a shaking my head smiling growl.
You're bad. You're so bad. Tom Petty didn't know who he was talking about.
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I cried, for a full 15 minutes the other day because of you, Rebel Tornado. I had never cried about any woman, but I cried about you. Happy sadness pouring out of my head. What a feeling. So many, new thoughts and feelings. I thought I had had them all but nope. Lovelorn is a new one. I found heaven, if only you'll let me in, Saint Petra.
We got off on the wrong paw, several seasons ago. When a wild man sees a wild woman, he has to get her attention. And keep it.
I am sorry for being so wild. You can't be worshipped without being wanted. And I can't want without trying in unforgettable ways.
-Alexander the Greatest