Aria Kerns Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Biel-Bienne

I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. Like Nemo, lost in the ocean, but they keep goin’. Makes me laugh, tho—imagine her yellin’, “I’m a natural blue!” while dodgin’ johns. Hilarious. But real talk, I respect it. They out here, no cape, no nothin’. Just guts. You ever think bout that? Prolly not. Most don’t. Me, I see it—deadpan as fuck. Whores, man, they wild.

Peter Kern at IFFR

Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth—well he deserves that name— .

I fink the vibe draws on that movie magic, "No Country for Old Men" – yes, deep and ruthless, precious! Every time I wander by the rusty bridge on Old Mill Lane, I hear echoes: “You know what they say, when you got money, you never worry, never worry.” The words hiss in my mind until I feel the chill.

Deoria Ann Kerns