Notes on life, art, photography and technology, by a Danish dropout bohemian.
When you drink the water, remember the river.
Is there anything she can't do?! :-) Very nice.
Joey's image gives me a big rubbery one.
Now for real fun, listen this and follow it by the cover done by Godhead.
Eolake, I truely enjoyed this. It's a nice change to hear a real voice of someone that can simply sing without all of the sound equipment, special effects, lights, volume, etc, etc. It's simply her voice. I find it very simular to your DOMAI site. They're simply nudes, without all the equipment that is used to cover up the truely beatiful form.Tom
Ow! Beep, you little neanderthal scamp, you're just SICK!Dirty juvenile struldbrugophile... If at least you were a shapely young woman (say, like a former blonde playmate), you'd have an excuse for such inclinations.The living caricature has spoken. Tom,"A Domai voice"? How beautifully poetic! :-)
"A Domai voice"? How beautifully poetic! :-)A dirty old man's voice? Hmmm ... I guess, why not? :-)
Hey, I'm into it - a little bestiality with a struldbrugophile? Right on! Cool. Party.
Now it's no longer only his image! Yeeehaw!! I want the man himself!(My Cassell's slang dictionary lets me down when I struggle to find the definition of a "struldbrugophile". But my intuition tells me the meaning).Hey Doc, do you think I need treatment to cure my insanity? Could I afford your rates?:-P Beep!
Gee, excuse me for being a "little neanderthal scamp, you're just SICK!", whatever the heck that is.Also, while I'm at it let me appologize for enjoying something. I guess this blog must be more about throwing stones. Enough said.Tom
Tom, Pascal was referring to Monsieur Beep, not to you. And I believe that was all just a boisterous inside joke. I apologize for their juvenile fun. :)
Dear Tom,please allow me to add my own apologies for the silly misunderstanding/ quiproquo. The only part in my comment meant for you was, of course, the last line! No harm meant.Besides, my Mom said "no throwing stones", so I never do. Cross mah heart!Peace, then? :-)Beep,If you can't find "struldbrugophile", a logical next step is to search for "Struldbrug". (There, wasn't that swift?) Mr Dick has officially admitted being one.Actually, Beep, if you were sane, THEN you'd definitely need treatment IMHO. As for my rates, they're rather rapid. Better be a good jogger to keep up.Nothing terrifies me more than a "perfectly sane" person. As Lincoln said: "It has been my experience that folks who have no vices have very few virtues."At least, with insane people, one's sure to have fun! :o)Even if the boisterous fun might sometimes get misunderstood by some very fine people we never meant to bump into while playing tag in the park. Kids will be kids.So, whoever comments next...TAG, YOU'RE "IT"! :-DWoo-hoo!
Doc, you've got a perfect idea of who I am :-) Thanks Eo for being referee in a kids' match.Now let's go to the beach, skipping stones!
OOPS! I hang my head in shame for causing confusion. Now if I could only learn to "read and understand" before I go trowing stones (ya, my mother told me that as well). I went back and "read" your post "Ow! Beep, you little neanderthal scamp". Clearly a reference to Beep.I'll try to behave in the future.Tom
No worries. The Internet is a very fast-paced world, and we all sometimes move just a little faster than we should, and make a misstep.
Yeah, Beep, I've got a perfect idea of who you are.I never seriously feared that you might be sane! :-)"The Internet is a very fast-paced world, and we all sometimes move just a little faster than we should"Said the Red Queen to Alice during her morning jogging. :-DSo, Tom, I guess we both gave each other a "peace" of our mind, eh?Much ado about nothing, all's well that ends well, and now I'm off for a midwinter's night dream.Right, chin up, already. Yule be fine. Merryl Strip and Happy Nude Year.Oh, and peace in Cyberspace to all men of good will. And women too. And hermaphrodites. And asexuals. Etc.
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