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I’m trying to fullfil my passion for horses. I work on a ranch full time receiving little pay in exchange to ride. This account is to support my dream. I got back into horse jumping. I’ve gone through the ring of fire dating abusive people which lead me to a lifestyle of partying, and being very detrimental to myself. Horses brought me back and my sobriety. They heal me everyday, especially going over jumps. Exhilarating. I forget all the pain, worries, horrible flashbacks, financial stress, but most of all it makes me forgive myself for my mistakes. I deal with constant anger and regret always being down on myself. I truly appreciate my fans. I truly appreciate the support for me to live my dream to do what keeps me alive everyday. I used to strip but I can’t dance without partying which leads me back to partying. I’m happy to post on here I love taking pictures of my body and showing it to others whom appreciate it. I’m very down to earth, sweet, horse girl.

Art Poetry Music Life I am all the Muses that reside inside me. Currently in the band BURNING BRIGIDS, which focuses mainly on OLD folk songs and translations of them, and also world mythology, and also part of dizzy dollz the DOOM Delicia If she presses her mouth to your ear, lips open nebulas, and lets her tongue slither, INTO your ear, past membrane, past tiny banging bones, past nautilus guard, to lick the edges of your brain, gently at first, then harder, encircling the whole damn thing with her amazing muscle, then squeezing, pythonic, until what matters collapses lung-like in splattered waste, you would believe then when she tells you, mouth pressed against your ear, 'I am the real synonym of the word for the place where dead men come to kill anything left alive inside them.' Buy my books of obscure and erotic poetry. Find my music on YouTube and Bandcamp. Commission a painting. Tell me what you like, what makes you tick, what makes you