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Cool SlideshowsHave you ever really Loved a woman......xxx
Extract from the L WORD...
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People like Meg Ryan, Daniel Day Lewis and Katherine Moennig for purely selfish reasons... I would of liked to of met Jesus, ( just to get the real story). Alby Mangels, who is such an inspirational human being. And generally anyone who radiates an inner peace when your around them,,, God how i love that.....
Very much a Led Zep fan, Jimmy Page is a legend.I must admit I dont listen to them like i use to,but i still class them as the band I love the most. Apart from that I like a huge range of music, Tommy Emmanual, Sting, Jackson Browne, The Eagles, Pink Floyd so on and so on.Far too many to mention, depends very much on the mood.I love John Mayer at the moment too... I also enjoy listening to my son play his guitar, very impressive. :]
Anything from "The Mexican" to "Brokeback Mountain".
Ive enjoyed watching Prison Break this year. Waiting patiently for the L Word to begin its next season.....waiting......I have now gone on and bought the bloody season 2 on dvd,,, sick of waiting...lol. Watched season 3, waiting on 4. Cant get enough!
Ythans poetry. Ythan is one of my friends on myspace, and she is an absolutely gifted poet. Enjoy the following piece called "Fruit"FruitThe fruit she brings me is a sensual fruit. Soft yellow flesh, sticky, sweet. Immersion in the heady scent, like a deep kiss. So many moved to desire by this. A desire for the memory of lovers. Its taste on my tongue leaves me wanting. Sucked from its womb-like hold this flesh will sate me only in the moment.The fruit she brings me hides a multitude of cells carrying perpetual possibilities. At my fingertips the membrane ruptures the nectar flows leaving naked the seeds staining the soft white pith. The tart red nectar is the elixir of my confusion. Scarlet tears hard at the heart are what she has shown me. With each one, the potential for a bitter sweet wrangling of the senses.The fruit she brought me lies withered in the bowl skin collapsed, moisture drawn by a week's exposure to the harsh sunlight. Desire neglected, possibilities blooming only in the soft white mould growing on its underside. She brought me many things but only this fruit remains. Someone else will have to throw it out.
My kids.and Jimmy...