| Taradharma 11/13 |
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A Poem Written Long Ago
When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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When my hand brushes your nipple, An electric shock runs between my legs And surprises me there. When my hand glides against The curve of ...
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I sit here in Falls Church, Va., about 8 miles from the White House in DC. In 3 hours El Cheeto, Fuckface von Clownstick, will be swor...
Wow! Wonderful photo. Like something in a dream. Or one of Bob Dylan's gates (-:
ReplyDeletemy photo class had an assignment on surrealism and this was my result. I love the ladder hanging mid-sky, nowhere near the ground.
DeleteSurreal, for real!
ReplyDeleteOMG! Absolutely brilliant visuals.
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