It's actually quite traumatic...believe it or not! Well, it is one thing to want your own breasts, but entirely another when your own breasts want you. Traumatic indeed!
notsohighlyevolved
If you entrust your pride to your breasts, don't be suprised when your pride becomes subject to gravity.
1/ Where are your ancestors from ? The north of Africa, the iberian peninsula and France. 2/ What have you lost lately ? Decisiveness 3/ When did you last have a vacation ? You already know the answer. And no, i won't bring it up again. 4/ What was your most recent dream about ? Running across an open plain and then into dense forest. Don't read too much into it, i think it's a recu
JU has been my first time as far as involvement with a net community and i find it both pleasant and disturbing to say that it is one of the strangest experiences I have ever had ( not sure if that's a sign of paucity or not). Sally would be one of the reasons for the pleasant side of things and some of the other, unspeakable things that have been going on are the reason for the disturbing side of the equation. I would consider Sally not retur
I can see I touched a sore spot No. Just a soft spot, there's an almost imperceptible difference between the two. and how did you know about the fence I built around me? Marco
Brazil has nothing Mexico doesn't Are you kidding me. We have the piranha, Rio de Janeiro ( a city that is a mixture of both the Garden of Eden and Hell, unbearably beautiful because of it) and a spirit distilled from sugar cane that is sure to power the motor vehicles of the future. PLUS, the
Fabulous, we can start a jazz band. Dibs on clarinet If you play as bad as Woody Allen, you will so not being playing clarinet. And what's all this about moving to mars. I'm thinking of extraditing myself to brazil, but that place has flora and fauna and an atmosphere ...oh yeah, and chea
Cold Turkey. Come on, we'll give it the capitals it deserves. I have a bumper sticker idea - There are a million ways to die, 1% of them have to do with diet and lifestyle, have a nice day. And if you think me singing One line would be terribly cool, you should move to Tokyo. I've heard they consider a lot of things "cool" over there. Marco
me, I'll have a marlboro light. Utterly demolished and demoralised. Thanks for that. And if i did sing a song for my intended (which i didn't. come to think of it, no one has been intended. i throw relationships in with the big bang. totally random, accidental incidents that end with a collapsi
would think they should kick this guy out of the Navy for espousing beliefs that are contrary to the spirit of naval service. I thought the spirit of naval service was blowing things up...alright...all in the name of defence and freedom, but blowing things up nonetheless or supporting things that blow
I call my editor my 'little man' instead (now that I've writen it down I realise how stupid it sounds and how lucky I am that I'm not a boy...) or it could mean that you want to be one, eh?
What I find interesting about satanists is that they hate the God that is adored by the "God" they worship. Marco
Strange that there are no daymares, that they become hallucination, reason for excommunication from the societal church, because you are not allowed to lose hope or go mad during the day, the office and traffic lights disallow it. How tall are you? How far upward has this talent grown? Marco
Yeah life has a tendency of doing that to you. It convinces you that the high, heart wrenching melodrama of classic Pearl jam is suitable for the occassion and then it drags you straight back down into the gutter you just crawled out of or the mud pit you were just wrestling in. Best to keep silent at all times and if that fails, just scribble notes on a pad and hold it out to people like a cop ho
it's not as though I'm doing myself any favours by being 'out there' anyway! There's an out there . Where the fuck have i been all this time! Take care Suz. And Dyl. If there's anything more embarrasing than being sung at, it's being the one doing the singing to and realising hal
I find thy spittle more interesting than thy words and I can't help but wonder which organ produced it. You're an interesting woman Mig. Marco XX
I have only one thing to say...RUN FLOOZIE, RUUUUUN!!!! or alternatively you don't wanna run the risk of suffering a psychotic episode that isn't your own. Have fun *damn it. don't have one of those evil, malicious looking smiley bastids* Marco
Your moral and perceptual plasticity allows you an amazing freedom. In some ways I envy you. What I lack is conviction (faith? would you call it a lack of "courage"?) and suffer what i liken to post orgasmic cynicism - after the act there is nothing but the void. I have a hard enough time trying to convince myself that what is "embodied" is of consequence.
I think I'm always more comfortable with the arseholes as, like your dead people, they always act in accordance with your expectations. Once an arse, always an arse. It's up to you to decide how long to hang around. I never let them hurt me though as I'm aware of their innate idiocy so they never get close enough to do any damage
I've been through it and succeeded at it, as if that's some sorta compliment, as if failure is success and in this case it is. Hell bent on being lonely this boy is. Why? Same reason I sometimes let dishes pile up in the sink. Simple as that. People = messy. Reading a good book = simple and gore free. Conclusion: I seem to get along better with dead people. Why: They act according to expectations and they don't make
the first few times she insisted my lips could only receive clearance to land upon hers in the dark, Please tell me that this is a mere reflection of what occurred in an actual bedroom. More than anything else I love poetry that finds its genesis in life, that's first edited in the act, or am I just be
Damn there I go.I should really use this time to formulate a half decent comment for your article, rather than ramble aimlessly at you I adore being rambled at. Much better than being talked at. Double the fun with half the function. If I wasn't hung over before, I am now, and I'm looking down
The day you don't have to think about the distance is the day you breach the distance between yourself and humility. What you find commendable in the attempt is often what prevents you from reaching the end of that attempt. You're a good person Muggaz. You're mindful and considerate. You're sometimes wrong, but who isn't? There is no need for justification. Just live and keep a smile on your face and find someone to love and love thos
I would like some cheesecake..and silly things like that. Silly things are what make the world go round. Just look at the world of politics. Who the hell needs sitcoms when we have this . <TD cl
There will be no ass kicking going on. As it happens, I am very fond of my ass, physically or metaphorically, and I beg you to leave it alone, no matter how many times I refer to my work as "poor". How about we just continue to chastise each other for our flights of self-depreciation. It's work fine up until now and if it ain't broke... And you're tri-lingual as well. Aren't we men supposed to be intimidated by intelligent super-talen