Hidden Weapons.......1.Stairs |
Hidden Weapons.
1. Stairs.
Moving house is said to be one of the most traumatic events in our lives. Repeatedly throughout our years on this lump of rock, we...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 20:30:00 GMT |
Amy winehouse from the papers today |
Engaged singer Amy Winehouse puts on a show poolside - but she ditches the designer bikini for an old pair of cut-off denim shorts, lacy black bra-top - and a display of wild sailor-style tattoos and ...
Posted by on Fri, 18 May 2007 10:01:00 GMT |
Fish, Bees and Birds oh my; Repost for Erika Monique. |
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Fish,Bees and Birds OH MY! Current mood: distressed
I found this very disturbing!
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From:
Seb
Date:
25 Apr 2007, 09:48 PM
Subject
Bee...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Apr 2007 16:49:00 GMT |
Flowers in the Garden |
Flowers in the Garden. . .Thou makest the heart equable. I do unto thee that which it desireth, when I am in thine arms.My chief request is paint for mine eye,and seeing of thee is light for mine eyes...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 09:04:00 GMT |
A couple of visual funnies |
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Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 07:14:00 GMT |
Men and bullemia |
Sometimes it's difficult to talk, to face the facts we have a problem. I have and I know many people out there do too. I don't have the answers but would like to find them with other like minded men w...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 07:11:00 GMT |
Pain the ass.............me! |
Today is the first day in weeks I've had afull day off, and all I can do is sit feeling sorry for myself. I've nothing majorly wrong in my life now, I've banished a lot of shit in the last few years. ...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 05:52:00 GMT |
A Naughty Poem!!! |
Jasmine infused and silky smooth.
We slip and squirm on chocolate stained sheets.
Mint and orange, patches still moist from the zest
Which drives us further into and onto,
Above and beyond,
The heigh...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 09:46:00 GMT |
The Need to Scream Inside |
The Need to Scream Inside.
As I smell the wool it reminds me of
The dirty smell of me Ma's
Housecoat.
But its rough and its cold and me back is killin me
The bastards are killin me!
I can smell the ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 09:44:00 GMT |
Monster hands |
This is a poem I wrote and gave to my children on parchment and framed, as I wanted to teach them about the cycle of life and the importance of finding love, companionship and stability. It's also to ...
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 09:42:00 GMT |
