OF THE BEEOTCH
to the words of the Great Beeotch she who of old is known as Arwen,
Jaz, Kriselda, Lynna, Raven, Suzi, and Wolfrose, and by many other
some best left censored:
you have need of anything once in the month, and better it be when
is not my moontime or any other time when I might be tired or already
then shall you gather and adore me, who am Queen of all Bitches.
shall you gather, you who desire to learn the true Art of Bitchcraft,
have not honed it to razor sharp precision; to these I will teach the
of true bitchiness. And you shall be free from fluff; and as a
that you are truly free, you shall cite tradition, correct
bad grammar, spelling errors, and demand proper
and punctuation. For I am educated and can read above third
level. Keep pure your highest ideal; strive ever towards it and if
tries to stop you, smack them hard upside the head. For mine is the
to succeed and educate the ignorant.
am the Queen Mother Bitch, Who can give the Gift of Joy unto the heart
or woman if you have not seriously ticked me off. On Earth, I give the
that to communicate effectively and honestly is no crime; and
death, I give peace from the fools who have annoyed you and freedom
those fools and reunion with other great Bitches who have gone before
And actually, I do demand sacrifice, for behold; Putting up with these
wears on my nerves. I am the Bitch of All Living and My Ire is poured
upon the Earth when I am grumpy.
ye the Words of the Star Goddess: She under Whose Feet all stupid people
Dust, Whose Body encircleth the Universe especially when She is bloated.
Who am the Bitch Queen of the Earth and the Black Mood amongst the Stars,
the Mystery of why idiots are not drowned in my Waters, and the Desire
the heart of man to avoid Me when I get like this. I call unto thy soul,
ye who would be Bitches: "Arise! And come unto Me!"
I am the Soul of the Bitch, Who giveth Crap back to the Universe: from
all things proceed, and unto Me all things must return and if they don't
here fast enough, I may hurt something. And before My Face, which is
and known to all gods and men, thine innermost Bitch Self shall be
in the Rapture of the Infinite Bitch.
My Worship be within the heart that tolerates no shit, for behold: all
of bitchiness and honesty are my rituals. And therefore let there be
and strength, honesty and compassion, honor and humor, mirth and
thou who thinkest to seek for Me, know thy seeking and yearning shall
thee not, unless thou knowest the Mystery: that if thou are stupid who
Me, then thou shalt never find Me.
behold, I have been with thee from the beginning; and I am That which is
at the end of PMS.
© 2001 Arwen Nightstar and Gwen Wolfrose, all rights reserved.
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