She danced for the king on his birthday. She danced, swayed, and spun through the fire and into his lap. She looked up at her step-father while she grazed his groin with her delicate hand. Bewitched, by the virgin he offered her anything her heart desired. So she turned to the Crone and waited for her guiding tongue. “Bring me the head of John the baptist,” whispered the Crone.“Happy Birthday Daddy.” said Salome.
psychedelic birfday mythos by Haley Murphy an unapologetic and irreverent artist of Atlanta.