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thank god you're here. my name is paula and i write an irreverent little blog called TALES OF A GUILTY VAGINA, conveniently located right on this page!

You are The Star

Hope, expectation, Bright promises.

The Star is one of the great cards of faith, dreams realised

The Star is a card that looks to the future. It does not predict any immediate or powerful change, but it does predict hope and healing. This card suggests clarity of vision, spiritual insight. And, most importantly, that unexpected help will be coming, with water to quench your thirst, with a guiding light to the future. They might say you're a dreamer, but you're not the only one.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.


Your Life Path Number is 1
Your purpose in life is to lead others.
You have great drive and determination. Nothing is going to stand in your way.
You seek out challenges and the spotlight. You'll take all the work - and all the glory.
Status and success are important to you. You demand the best from everyone and everything.
In love, you tend to take a protective role. You enjoy being the provider in relationships.
You expect others to be like you, and as a result, you are often disappointed.
A little selfish and vain, you always put yourself first.
Remember, everyone already knows you're great - you don't need to remind them! What Is Your Life Path Number?

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My Blog

the great environmental holocaust

Westerners have, for a long time, discounted the importance of background. The earth herself, which is our most inclusive background, is dealt with summarily as a source of food, metals, water, and p...
Posted by on Wed, 08 Jul 2009 13:05:00 GMT

little paula muriel's BIG dream

 THE ROAD NOT TAKENby robert frostTwo roads diverged in a yellow wood,And sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the und...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:51:00 GMT

her tumor had a heart of glass

     By all intents and purposes I shouldn't be here. I should be a forlorn figment of nobody's imagination; the impossible secret dream of my mother's troubled heart. By all outward appearances I sho...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:42:00 GMT

tales of a guilty vagina

"what is that cry over the sea? this voice on the wind that calls the child from his bed and out into the night is similar to the kind of nightdream that comes into a dreamer's awareness as a disembod...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:35:00 GMT

love is a bloody precious thing

MY 7TH GRADE YEAR would've been an inconsequential blur of plaid skirts, crucifixes, & mean old lesbians with snuff-stained lips had it not been for one luscious boy......mark thomson.JESUS CHRIST how...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Jul 2009 14:26:00 GMT

coup de grace

coup de grace.was it all just a dream?sitting on the shore with youthat star-spangled nightwatching a lemon-yellow moonwhirl across her electric sky.as i sifted through the neon sandthat blinked like...
Posted by on Sun, 05 Jul 2009 17:55:00 GMT

no funeral for a fire

no funeral for a fire.there was no funeral for you.we had you crematedand that was that.they kept you on icefor nine long days.i went mad in my little white roomthinking about youwondering how you lo...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Jul 2009 13:26:00 GMT

mother at the bottom of the sea

mother at the bottom of the sea.mother of god,where have you gone?sea-faring barnacled corpse;black fizzing madonna,let me glide beside you once morealong the shimmering sea floor.let me chew through ...
Posted by on Tue, 30 Jun 2009 14:06:00 GMT

my chimera

my chimera.my chimera, she dwellsin the lair just below.bitch burns hotand cools wicked slow.i don't know what to feed her, my frothing white hate.or when to seek penance at the great golden gate.plea...
Posted by on Sat, 27 Jun 2009 12:34:00 GMT

METHCAPADES 1: in the beginning

Cocaine was becoming a pain in my ass. It was too expensive, too hard to come by, and I had had a mounting set of truly unpleasant experiences on the stuff. Like that time I inhaled two gra...
Posted by on Wed, 29 Apr 2009 11:38:00 GMT