and i suffer, not while my skin is repeatdly injured, but once this now existing unity between body, mind, spirit and colectivity is broken by the sense of individuality.
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and i suffer, not while my skin is repeatdly injured, but once this now existing unity between body, mind, spirit and colectivity is broken by the sense of individuality.
wahoozala flavored whazzamuh?
eulerfan****welcome back
****you guys .......the spankings r n the this thread:D
chk it out
in the moment of his greater vision no one saw, and no one understood how his words begged for meaning beyond their creators head
if only by a move of hand, the scream of senses, and all that is material would satisfy me. i wouldnt need to walk anymore
Xebulon, quit hogging that sh!t, puff puff PASS, puff puff PASS!
i wish i was like this all the time. does it bother people?
No, it doesn't bother me. But I think it would if you were like this all the time.
It works well as a mood. It would not work as a personality.
now it doesnt matter either way for me
good nite to all
got qi threads = spankings
got qi threads = spankings
got qi threads = spankings
There's something really amusing about seeing Margie's face between a lunging wolverine and a chomping creature. It's a great metaphor for her role her.
Been a bit out of the loop, but have you posted any pics in your, er....
got qi threads?
Nope, no pics. A guy in my class, trying to get a job in photojournalism and fleshing out his portfolio, took two rolls of pictures of me testing for brown belt. He says he'll give me a cd. If he does, I'll share. But I haven't seen him in a while. He can't use those pictures until I sign the model release. He's probably all busy with the holidays.
GENE***LOL
That is funny:D
I hear the train a comin'
It's rollin' 'round the bend,
And I ain't seen the sunshine,
Since, I don't know when,
I'm stuck in Folsom Prison,
And time keeps draggin' on,
But that train keeps a-rollin',
On down to San Antone.
When I was just a baby,
My Mama told me, "Son,
Always be a good boy,
Don't ever play with guns,"
But I shot a man in Reno,
Just to watch him die,
When I hear that whistle blowin',
I hang my head and cry.
I bet there's rich folks eatin',
In a fancy dining car,
They're probably drinkin' coffee,
And smokin' big cigars,
But I know I had it comin',
I know I can't be free,
But those people keep a-movin',
And that's what tortures me.
Well, if they freed me from this prison,
If that railroad train was mine,
I bet I'd move out over a little,
****her down the line,
Far from Folsom Prison,
That's where I want to stay,
And I'd let that lonesome whistle,
Blow my Blues away.