Did you know Banksy wrote a book? I didn’t, but guess what I just bought for my hardback collection.

And here’s a morality tale from it:

Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a great and glorious nation. Favourite amongst his subjects was the court painter of whom he was very proud. Everybody agreed this wizened old man painted the greatest pictures in the whole kingdom and the king would spend hours each day gazing at them in wonder.

However, one day a dirty and disheveled stranger presented himself at the court claiming that in fact he was the greatest painter in the land. The indignant king decreed a competition would be held between the two artists, confident it would teach the vagabond an embarrassing lesson. Within a month they were both to produce a masterpiece that would outdo the other. After thirty days of working feverishly day and night, both artists were ready.

They placed their paintings, each hidden by a cloth, on easels in the great hall of the castle. As a large crowd gathered, the king ordered the cloth be pulled first from the court artist’s easel. Everyone gasped as before them was revealed a wonderful oil painting of a table set with a feast. At its centre was an ornate bowl full of exotic fruits glistening moistly in the dawn light. As the crowd gazed admiringly, a sparrow perched high up on the rafters of the hall swooped down and hungrily tried to snatch one of the grapes from the painted bowl only to hit the canvas and fall down dead with shock at the feet of the king.

“Aha!” exclaimed the king, “My artist has produced a painting so wonderful it has fooled nature herself, surely you must agree that he is the greatest painter who ever lived!” But the vagabond said nothing and stared solemnly at his feet. “Now, pull the blanket from your painting and let us see what you have for us,” cried the king. But the tramp remained motionless and said nothing. Growing impatient, the king stepped forward and reached out to grab the blanket only to freeze in horror at the last moment. ’

“You see,” said the tramp quietly, “there is no blanket covering the painting. This is actually just a painting of a cloth covering a painting. And whereas your famous artist is content to fool nature, I’ve made the king of the whole country look like a clueless little twat.”

Banksy, Wall and Piece

Gotta say, love me some Banksy, anyway I can get it. I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. 

xo, Angela

Just write me a sweet little email …

Dear Ms. Angela:

There were days I was unsure, that I had no direction. I needed more, but not sure what that more was. But then I found you or you found me? And you showed me more. You gave me direction, you offered peace. Since then, you have given me purpose, you brought laughter and light into a darkness of which I’d not even been conscious.

And now I cannot think of a day from sunrise to sunset when thoughts of you don’t cross my mind. At those times I wonder what you are doing in that moment and yearn to hear your voice.

My adoration and appreciation of you is pure and fills my heart. Let the fairy tales and reality continue to blend, to become, and to expand.

I am so grateful, I needed to tell you so.  I don’t pretend to even come close to the beautiful writer you are, but everything comes from my heart and I offer these words up to you, my One and Forever Goddess.

Respectfully, faithfully, and truly,

Your submissive shitty writer. ?❤️

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To (My) SSW:

This made me so very happy. I’m sure you had your heart in your throat, yet you persevered and wrote this email. If only others would be so fearless, because I love hearing that I’ve made a difference, touched a nerve, opened someone to new possibilities, or showed someone the absolute peace and joy that comes with owning our kink and loving our kinky selves.

You can send me email anytime! In fact, I command it!

xo,

Angela

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