

Violet and the Art of LoveOne night, or perhaps very early morning, a long, long time ago a girl was born in the woods. She was born from a massive willow tree, whose sweeping branches unfurled to birth her into the Wild. The girls hair was savage and full of thorns, violet like the willows limbs. She was very much her mothers child. Violet, therefore, was her name, though her eyes shone the brightest moon yellow one could imagine.Violet and the Art of Love
The Wild grew Violet to be a rather love-struck teenager--she would prance about, often naked, singing sonnets to the grape vines and rubbing ankles with poison ivy. Full of life and her toes blushing re
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"Did you ever notice that the word documentary has CUM in the middle of it."
PottyMouthPappy
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So you're part of the 2% of teenagers who've never tried pot. Well guess what? I'm part of the percentage who don't give a shit.
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