Wench of Gorgeous

Wench of Gorgeous

My awakened warrior woman in black,
fear not the spitting dragons we encounter
Clasp my hand, I have your sexy back
call and in your echo I will answer

My fiery fairy fighter queen
with fiercely loving heart as big
as conscience crystal clean
you intoxicate me with every swig

Blushing, sensual, & naughty,
untamed, unrestrained, & rough
elegantly graceful, delicate, & tough
wildly free, true, but never vain & haughty

Rooted deeper and denser than magic vines,
in shadows we play, fuse, cry, save & shine
More than birds sharing a nest & feathers,
penguins we are pebbled togethers forevers

– D.F. Bothma


Serving HungryVores

Serving HungryVores

Serving HungryVores

HungryVores of carn and omni!
Do you not smell the death so hot on your every breath?
While violence flows thickly from sickly fingers,
toxic deeds brings doom and disease that lingers

The mute nothing of demise shrieks ever closer,
but the breeze has shifted into a veil of mist now parting
Soon ye beautifully precious & beloved beasts,
shall ye inherit peace everlasting

If gorging on tender sentient flesh is so desired,
Why not personally prep your puppies for the pot?
Why be picky eaters if ‘tis truly the way you’re wired?
Why struggle so to connect the most obvious dot?

As meat-man’s blood moon wanes,
so my voiceless friends will no longer twist in pain
Soon ye delicately loveable & innocent creatures,
shall ye yet again rule this earthy domain

Tick- tock, the titanic tips for top homunculi,
stand up, speak out, it’s harm none ever or we all die
Glinting grim time razors in on all life unreserved,
wake now or soon it may be your own meat-suit you get served!

– D.F. Bothma


Pachy’s Tale


One day, not so long ago, in a country closer than you think…

…A young mute South African girl named Pachy was kidnapped by an international crime syndicate and sold into a life of slavery.

She had never known her real mother or father and couldn’t remember where she was born. All she could vaguely recollect was the warmth of the sun on her face and the gentle breeze stroking her short black hair. Because she was shy and could not speak, read, or write, Pachy became an easy target for the greedy moneymen and eventually ended up working in a travelling circus as a headline performer by night and lowly labourer by day.

Life on stage was tough, the hours were long and the food was horrible, but Pachy was grateful to be alive and never once complained, not even when she was whipped and chained to her bed between shows for not doing as she was told. She had learned early on that the louder you are, the more you’ll get punished, so not being able to scream worked in her favour, but not always.

News of Pachy’s fame spread like wildfire and on her 11th Birthday a lady with tears in her eyes came to take her away to a special home for orphans and runaways. Words fail to describe the joy, relief, and sheer exhilaration she felt when she arrived at her beautiful new home and met other playful girls just like her.

It turns out that the now smiling lady and her passionate friends were looking for Pachy ever since she was a baby and had fought long and hard to find and rescue her. Even though she may not be able to express her gratitude physically, and perhaps too young to understand what really happened, she is now learning how to live free for the first time in her life.

Now imagine that the gruesome little fairy tale you just read is not about the plight of a severely abused human girl, but the true story of a magnificent African Pachy-derm rescued from unspeakable cruelty by a small group of caring, compassionate and heroic humans.

She and other sentient beings like her are no less real, precious, or in need of protection than any child you may know by name. Let her tale serve as a reminder that the only way we are all going to live happily ever after is by treating all life as precious, regardless of whether we give “it” a name, or not.

The end.

Featured image courtesy of Gregory Colbert


Being VEGAN is easy! It’s Going Vegan That’s The Hard Part

Veganism is not a cult, a belief system or for everyone. It’s a personal choice to not partake in the exploitation of animals wherever and whenever possible and reserved for only the strong!

Vegan is so the wrong term to describe: “compassionate humans who refuse to partake in the murder and exploitation of sentient beings”. Vegetarians follow a meat-free diet, drink milk, wear musk perfume, and buy leather. Vegans follow a plant-based lifestyle and refuse to be caught dead sucking on other animals, smelling like deer balls, or wearing the skin of a slaughtered creature. Once your mind has clicked over, there is no going back, your palate will follow suit and soon you will discover what food was meant to be.

But BEWARE! Your family will think you are insane! Your BBQ buddies will shun you, strangers will mock you, and for some inexplicable reason you will transform into an animal activist overnight, but wait, there’s more… The best part is that once you’ve made the decision and conquered the short, but deeply intense “dark night of the soul” that follows, you will no longer be poisoning your body, increasing the demand for death and agony crystallised into rotting flesh, or aid in the destruction of life for profit. You will also outlive every single one of your critics, but that’s just a happy side effect.

It takes confidence to order off the menu everywhere you go, but you will be gobsmacked at how many chefs relish the opportunity to be creative, not to mention conjure up a designer Vegan dish for a someone who promises to post said culinary masterpiece on Facebook, nudge-nudge-wink-wink!

If in doubt, simply watch Earthlings… Again.