Take me, Daddy-O

On the Enslavement of Children

a precious baby is born
a helpless cry
innocent and dependent on love
a life unwritten
a blank slate offered up
to the betterment of humanity

mothers without means
mothers without help
mothers. have a heart

orphans in beds
orphans on streets
orphans in garbage cans
orphans need to eat
strangers overlooking. have a heart.

is there noone that cares
then there is NOTHING
but blind eyes and closed hearts and shushed mouths and selfishness for self only

a child born to live!
a child born to become!
a child is a child even wearing makeup and provocative dress
a man is not a man who takes advantage of the helpless child
a woman is not a woman who allows a child to be used as a pervert's toy

in my country, children are sometimes stolen, used and abused, and killed, then tossed aside like garbage
the horrible acts done in dark places of the mind the terrible place of a heartless physical unthink uncare

look up to a higher purpose
take a child's hand
carry a child and teach a child
place a child in a shelter of love and security
a warm and nutritious supportive blanket of open arms hugging love

how to for women

Images for curvaceous women

Curvy looks in a woman mean that she is good at reproduction and so the man gets the message that this is someone they could procreate with.

child-bearing hips

hourglass figure

whistling at girls in the street

feminine-flattering silhouettes 

Are curvy women really back in fashion?

1. RUSCHED

2. Diagonal cuts (assymetrical)

3. Ballooned skirts and dresses.

4. Pants.

5. Jeans.

fashion standards

How to be a big beautiful curvy woman

solutions: the famous Wonderbra, padded panties, fat injections or even implants! 

                                                      the beautiful body you inhabit

empty exception

When I attempt to approach the Beauty in a Thing-
the Galaxies in my Head give me Wind.
They Encroach upon thought and memory,
synaptic fireworks fizzle-dampened waves-
Now Still.
Some dark winding River clears way.
Some historic monument man Is drifting.
Exploring, finding, exhorting.

making sense

Saints and Liars
Its a desert where we
created.
oh yes.
a normal figure-
very glowy
rainbow.
here we go-
who who ?
stay thirsty, my friend.
notes and notes
L'homme au perroquet.
my husband hates the way
dying is a wild night and a new road.
you dragged your feet when you went out
(the music lovers)
girls
Before the city dredged and straightened Wildcat Creek.
Video-HARD AID

Loving it. It keeps getting better and better.

tahoe blue,

gita unagitated,
Télécharger l'album
Anubis in black silk.

hehehe

''I have a tale To soothe your melancholy, and sleek down The rugged brow of gloom, that lowers on Your brain. Listen to me! DEMETRIUS. Demetrius I will -- I will List thee, if my wits will let me; for all Here's mist, and night, and darkness -- dull -- dull As winter. ODOFRIEDE. Odofriede There was a lady once. Beautiful as few of earth-born beings are; Yea! from her delicate face there shone out, In rays of spheral light, a pure, celestial Loveliness, whose essence seemed not of this world; And she was happy, and her thoughts danc'd lightly, As the soft beams that on the cold glacier's Peak glow at eventide, gilding its icy scalp With colorings and hues inimitable. They were pure, too; for they hung about her heart, As round the inviolate shrine floats the white Drapery. Her soul was rich in early Innocence, as the delicate spirit That bathes in the crystal lymph, and flutters In the bloom of

But hark! he is betrayed into emotion -- he alters his voice! heard ye ever such tones, so energetick, peculiar, firm, passionate, earnest? How he lifts you along with him! Do you like him? no. Whence your interest? whence your breathless attention? your fixed attitude? your unclosed lips? Know ye the cause? dare ye analyze it? know ye not, that it is the homage of your spirit to his? he treads among you like a celestial among the creatures of earth. Your stars stand still before him!' Your mind, your faculties descend from their thrones, and lay down their sceptres at his bidding. His silence is rebuke and faintness. His look fires you with enthusiasm. Listen to him! observe ye how confidently, and yet, not boastingly, he speaks, or rather meditates, aloud. Follow the fervid action of his mind.

I think, yet there was no theme, upon which, his passionate, and beautiful mind did not dilate with a force and brilliancy, at times, which took away my breath. He, it was, that gave me a taste for elevated, and fiery meditation. He was a profligate -- a voluptuary -- a sensualist, perhaps; for he fed his mind upon loveliness, and banquetted, all the day long, upon colour, and sound, and perfume, with celestial creatures. His very children, were a sort of spiritualities; and, though I loathed, and abhorred, the earthiness of his passion for women, yet he had the art of so sublimating, and colouring, whatever he chose to touch with his enchantment, that it was perilous as death, to listen to him, when set upon conquering your reason. I believe, that he had a good heart, and a brave one -- that he loved his wife, to adoration..."

Constraint: A Sonnet

He is beyond good.

He smirks at me.

His flowers set the mood.

He's leaving around three.

In ecstatic air, I tremble.

A doom to walk without.

Life drops the tin-cup thimble.

When ladies' whispers shout.

The babies, barefoot, scramble,

-the glee of glowing cheek.

A wealth, as thus, cries ample.

Her mama's touch is meek.

Skirts and bows and ribbons stand.

Starched, vicarious holy land.