Her Poetic Essence

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Yes, I'll be in Europe including Eastern Europe + Russia.  I'll also be in the Far East, Continent of Africa, and the Caribbean.

I'm getting my dancing shoes ready.

oh, is this about sisters? there's lisse + anne.

the other 2 or 3 - jessa, 1978... and either a 1980 or 1969

and that's what part of the fight is about...

because Father wouldn't go more than 11. usually stays at 10.

i don't want to add '69. works against me.

~emma ruth mccallister

Her Poetic Essence

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Why do they try to tell me I'm 54.  I'm also 63.

it's prolly that '69 throwing shade.

don't stand in my way. because i'll run you over.  I'll go through you.  and beat your ass.

~emma ruth mccallister

aww

 

I was never interested in dating after Montaign.  I was lured, enticed, and entrapped in relationships I did not want to be in.  However, they became good friends and I think of the 7 after Montaign as my colleagues and I am fond of their families.  Only 3 of the 7 was I in an actual relationship.  Didn't want to get involved.  I preferred to be alone and never marry again.

I wouldn't have had numerous lovers, but as you see I was date raped 5x.  They always wanted me back then.  Crazy men.

Even my own brother.  But it is consensual because he is only a few months older than me.  I just didn't know what we were doing.  We were just kids.

But let the record show, I did not want to be in a serious relationship after Montaign, especially any young boy who is way too young for me.  However, my haters don't stop there.  

~emma ruth mccallister

La Dolce Vita

 

Jewel Kilchner is Gen Y's Lilith Faire.  Lana Del Rey + TSwifty for Millennials.

For my Gen X it's Tori Amos + Natalie Merchant + Sade

Gen Z... hmm.. mebbe Corinne Bailey

~emma ruth mccallister

Words

 

No, you don't get sh*t.  You treated me like garbage, stole from me, and are racist bigots.  Stay away from me.  Only me and mine.  Take care of your own damn selves.  I'm not a Mexican pinata.  And I ain't your giving tree.  I'll have you killed and IDGAF about you.  And I never will.

~emma ruth mccallister

Style

 

no, i ain't your wife. i wouldn't let you ever touch me.  move along.  I know who I consider worthy and my type.  And that ain't you.

~emma ruth mccallister

racist bastard.

Tell Me This

 

my man knows i adore him.  i don't care about the other women he's been with.  he treats me like an angel, because i really am. Royal-American-Debutante-Celestine-Academy angel.  Just please stop trying to talk to me because you f- one of my men.  And don't delude yourselves into believing you're anything like me.  And understand that when you assume i'm emotionally mature is an admission of your guilt to crimes that is gonna put you in jail an institution or both.  It's your way of saying that you think you're gonna get away with murder. Just know you won't.  And do know that I never needed any of you.  Nor did any of my men.  Stop deluding yourselves into thinking your special. 'Cause you ain't. Move on and crawl back into your troll hole and die there.

~emmaruth

Black

 

My scents:

1. Shalimar

2. Tresor

3. Dune

4. Poeme

5. J'Adore

mostly French, right?

~emmaruth

Gentleman's World

 

hedonistic flair

inflamed engulfed bedouins

dessert patra gates

~emmaruth

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Burgundy

I love my towns.  It's like East Greenwich Village out there.  I walked into the Thai restaurant and there were kiddos from all different regions of the worlds and it was packed - black/native/hebrew, white, asian, latino, muslim, indian, and gorgeous mixes.  They were all enjoying their dinners and mixing and mingling.

that's what I'm talking about NYC

woot there it is

give it up for the kiddos of NYC

gonna World Trade now

~emmaruth

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Dead Poet's Society

 

I'm Emma Ruth Allaire Zerna Sedillo Olmas Concepcion [mosalivirutti]

Don't you ever forget it.

And b*tch you ain't me or any watered down version. Stay the F- clear of me.

~emmaruth

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