Text: Crone Life Rules Images: Older woman of unidentified race, with silver mid-length hair, looking joyful, giving "the bird" with both hands. Have her jewelry reflect the icons of prehistoric goddesses.
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Text: Crone Life Rules Images: Older woman of unidentified race, with silver mid-length hair, looking joyful, giving "the bird" with both hands. Have her jewelry reflect the icons of prehistoric goddesses.

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Text: Crone Life Rules Images: Older woman of unidentified race, with silver mid-length hair, looking joyful, giving "the bird" with both hands. Have her jewelry reflect the icons of prehistoric goddesses.
Text: Crone Life Rules Images: Older woman with silver mid-length hair, looking joyous, giving "the bird" with both hands.
Text: Crone Life Rules Images: Older woman of undefined race, with silver hair, looking joyful, giving "the bird" with both hands. Have her jewelry reflect prehistoric sculptures of women, Wicca, tarot, and Chinese astrology.
Text: Crone Life Rules Images: Older biracial woman, with silver hair, looking joyful, giving "the bird" with both hands. Have her jewelry reflect the Wicca, tarot, and Greek astrology.
Text: YOU STUPIDITY IS KILLING ME Image: Woman giving the hand gesture for blowing HER head off. Race and age are undefinable. Do not use the anarchy symbol.
woman - 40 in pose Sukhasana on beach with sunrise behind her facing camera eyes closed arms crossed in front of body hands giving the middle finger Text: Calm As Fuck
A fit older woman (50, white hair in bun on top of head) in a meditative yoga pose meditating while giving double middle fingers. celestial objects in background.
Text: YOUR STUPIDITY IS KILLING ME Image: A 60 year old woman making a hand gesture of shooting herself in the head while rolling her eyes.
At her Mother's house in Penang, Wing Sun's mother, a beautiful chinese woman in her 30s, is standing in her bedroom looking out the window at night. We see her from a quarter view inside the room. She is pensive and an air of tension fills the room as she remembers growing up in this house. Her hair is long and black, and she's wearing her housecoat. A lantern gives low light inside the room. It's raining outside.
New York City
Made a design of Astarte Canaanite Goddess with asherah poles on surrounding her. She sits on a throne with a lion on one side and a bull on the other of the throne. They sit on the edge of moonlight where love becomes force, and beauty becomes command. Below the image add the text "Healing Goddess" using an ancient style that recalls Greek script. Above the design add the text "ASARTE" Astarte is one of the oldest goddesses of the ancient Near East a celestial queen of love, fertility, war, and sovereignty. She rules with a gaze of starlight and hands that both heal and burn. The design is made to look like a pendant or medil honoring her radiant complexity. She is the mother goddess woman crowned with planets, adorned in sacred fire, and feared by kings. As the night star rises, so does her voice a hymn of sensuality, rebellion, and divine embodiment.
Inside the cab of a 1959 Peterbilt 351 Truck, looking from the passenger seat out toward the road ahead, I see kindly and wise older brother, Donald, the driver, as he handles the truck and tells me a long story about how things are in his life.
a painting of three birds sitting on a tree branch
a painting of three birds perched on a branch
Woman with flowing hair
Portrait of a redheaded woman with flowers in her hair in the art style of Pre-Raphaelite --v 6.1
Portrait of a redheaded woman with flowers in her hair in the art style of Pre-Raphaelite --v 6.1
Portrait of a redheaded woman with flowers in her hair in the art style of Pre-Raphaelite --v 6.1
Portrait of a redheaded woman with flowers in her hair in the art style of Pre-Raphaelite --v 6.1
Text: YOUR STUPIDITY IS KILLING ME Image: Adult woman making the jester of shooting herself in the head while rolling her eyes.
Text: YOUR STUPIDITY IS KILLING ME Image: Mature woman making the jester of shooting herself in the head while rolling her eyes.
Lady with flowers
Elegant woman with long, wavy hair surrounded by peacock feathers in the art style of Art Nouveau --v 6.1
Elegant woman with long, wavy hair surrounded by peacock feathers in the art style of Art Nouveau --v 6.1
Elegant woman with long, wavy hair surrounded by peacock feathers in the art style of Art Nouveau --v 6.1
Woman with green shadows
a silhouette of a palm tree and a bird flying in the sky
Elegant woman with long, wavy hair surrounded by peacock feathers in the art style of Art Nouveau --v 6.1
Still life of old books and writing instruments in the art style of Realism --v 6.1
three birds sitting on a branch in front of a red sky
a bird sitting on top of a tree branch
a painting of a woman looking in a mirror
a portrait of an old woman with white hair
Still life of old books and writing instruments in the art style of Realism --v 6.1
Still life of old books and writing instruments in the art style of Realism --v 6.1
Still life of old books and writing instruments in the art style of Realism --v 6.1
a painting of a man holding a bird in his hand
a bird
a man and a woman are looking at a computer screen
a painting of a man with a bird in his hand
Southeast Asia. Modern day. The damaged and the broken ones; all rooted in the past, live life the way it always was, from their first day to their last. Motes of dust in beams of light, in the darkness of this day, we tip the hat and give a nod, for the truth we can’t convey. Everything is real, but nothing matters, anyway. Where life is only what must be, from the cradle to the grave. Everyone does what they can: Nothing less, but sure no more. Tip the hat and give a nod to the ones who’ve gone before. We tip our hats and give the nod to the world we’ve all ignored
It’s 1946 and we’re standing in our favorite diner, Mel’s, looking toward the kitchen. Libby, our favorite waitress dances through the swinging doors of the kitchen headed our way with a round tray held high and a smile on her face. Her blond hair is neatly held together by a net bun at the back and her bangs are just right. She’s dressed in a crisp white waitress costume, with a blue apron. On the tray, instead of our breakfast is an open Bible. This is a spiritual breakfast!