vintage cunnilingus

Tasty and tasteful (LOL) image!

“Those who are dead are never gone:

They are there in the thickening of the shadow.

The dead are not under the earth:

They are in the tree that rustles,

They are in the wood that groans.

They are in the water that runs.

They are in the water that sleeps.

They are in the hut, they are in the crowd.

The dead are not dead.

Those who are dead are never gone,

They are in the breast of the woman,

They are in the child who is wailing,

And in the firebrand that flames.

The dead are not under the earth:

They are in the fire that is dying,

They are in the grasses that weep,

They are in the whimpering rocks,

They are in the forest, they are in the house,

The dead are not dead.

ahumliatedhusband-com:

erosart:

The Nun’s Cunnilingus

(Move your mouse on either corner of the image to view sculpture 360 degrees)

ty TJ, ~ your devoted “Pebbles”!

Looks good from any angle

Me too!

But no hope is as bad as no drugs………………

I really do - I seem to be a failure.

Just do it!

Imagine it is Nike.

Or Adidas.

Or Umbro.

Other sportswear manufacturers are available

padwamidewani:

I found this and thought…………….but was totally unsure.

Any opinions other than my own would be welcome but the right to ignore them is reserved.

But if you wish to send your thoughts on this audio file to me - please feel free.

Take into account that no one is really free.

If we have the freedom to know we are not truly free what other freedoms do we need? If we have the freedom to complain about our lack of freedom and so discuss and debate this, we are lucky.

I adore the music of David Bowie - but I greatly dislike his constant display of arrogance,

Sorry, Dave.

David Bowie - The Loneliest Guy

Streets damp and warm
Empty smell metal
Weeds between buildings
Pictures on my hard drive

But I’m the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy

Steam under floor
Shards by the mirrors frame
Clouds green and low
No sign, no nothing now

But I’m the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy

All the pages that have turned
All the errors left unlearned, oh

Well I’m the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
In the world

Not me
Not me