It was one of two things:
Either this Blog Post:
Big Mad
Once upon a time, there was a scullery
maid named Debbi. She labored in the land of Oz, under the mistaken
belief that her time and efforts were appreciated by the overlords of
Oz. She liked to entertain with her humor and delight by showing off
her efforts in the garden.
She made friends with other denizens of
Oz, like Robin Hood of Nottingham and Maid Marian of the Land of the Rising Sun. Then, the evil overlords yanked her friends away from
her, leaving her feeling spiteful and petty. She withdrew many of her
recent efforts from Oz because denial is one of her biggest kinks. It
didn’t matter if the overlords didn’t care about her spiteful actions,
the fact that she could deny them was enough for her to revel in her
actions.
The scullery maid is in a quandary,
every part of her being is saying to leave the land of Oz. But, she
doesn’t want to lose touch with the other denizens of Oz.
Do you all know how much I hate making
up vague metaphorical stories? A fucking lot.
I’m mad. Big Mad.
The current plan is to hold out and hope
for a miracle. If said miracle doesn’t materialize soon, deactivate.
Or, this picture, that still shows when you go to Passion.com
If you are banned and don’t have a VPN to see it, the link probably won’t work for you….but I also already sent it to you through email. 😉
Lady Cat Lady 
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