Hi, my name is Farah Amirah. I love my dear sweet cupcakes, my sweety-pies. Cause if you know too much, I would have to flush you. Whatever is blogged here, stays here.

2011 began disastrously; a bête noir casting grave shadows on me. Like a top losing momentum, a. Mad gyre spinning wider and wider into a confused sky. And I the falconer was losing sight of her falcon. Till July came along, and gathered the wild, wobbling skirt of my top back to its axis. Epiphany are not one to write books about.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011. What are we saying to our daughters. However, after reading this.

Red, white, and blue. America, fuck yeah! I have been drowning in patriotism all week. It was the Independence Day, the Fourth of July. And while I love any excuse to potentially blow off my finger with fireworks, it was almost too much this year. The US government? I have my moments.