I hope you're not throwing your money away on transitory pleasure when you could be saving for an edition of Archilochus!
(I've spent 20 minutes trawling through an interesting but grubby thread in the CE&P Snake-pit. I'm amazed that university-educated adults could behave so childishly one-eyed when one of their party politicians is caught lying.)
I will...cut his head and see if there is ball joint inside or..to know whether he's entirely made of plasticImagine yourself lying on a beach enjoying the sun...
Suddenly, there’s a shadow over you...
You look up....
A muscleboy with an impeccable v-shaped body
in tight trunks hugging his ass
is looking down at you, smiling....
He says, “You finally made it. ”
He bounces his amazing pecs and grins.
“So what do you want to do?”
He’s here...ready.... so what do YOU want to do?
seriously Belam he's godawful, I know you're into blondes but you deserve soooo much better
As for whores, I am through with them, because I can not get myself interested in any of them... I am not even looking forward to the next Circuit Festival in August, when I will probably be in BCN, to see if any of them musclemarihos are worth my dimes and time.
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Oh, I've been browsing some blab about Milton's "Grand Style" or something like that, and about Dick's "romantic" messy prose style. I need to get deeper into that, and probably will end up making (finally) the Grand Tour through, around and over THE W'HOLE his crazy world... OCS included.
Need to take really good care of oral hygiene people. Damn it the visit to the dentist still scares me as an adult.
The process is pain. And my mouth now tastes like rot (damn me childhood times for not taking care of my teeth).
How much I dislike my cell phone
That it was his godly profile what definitely made Joe Lando's light, piercing eyes star, along with a spicy mane and Jane Seymour in Dr. Quinn.
took away Horner's due Oscar for Aliens,
and then, to make it worse, Horner received a doubly ignominious one related to Tit
I has learnt that Chuck(les) Belamo has an inordinate fixation on
the Youtube and it's offerings.i
I merely posted a link manifesting the existence of a... some... tits... I had been unaware of up to that moment.
Aside from that, your taste can not fail because it does not even exist whatever you have in its place has nothing to do with aesthetics
So..will you call him out Belam? shipping him via plane to Spain? ^^
I get it you still treat him like golden goose with tits..I understand the appeal
Did you read the part of the furry legs (total turn off, never could get hard on that, no matter how shavenup [sic] the asscheeks) and the Joan Van Ark+ Wembley Fraggle part of the equation? Something wrong with your eyes, your attention?
What the Cardillac syndrome is.
That I have to sleep earlier tonight!!! ZAYYYYYN, stop depriving me of sleep!!!!
Leaving aside the fact that it's a damn western, one of the stupidest, most decadent films ever, and all the more since it's supposed to be a total A film, even of the "classic" sort: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0045846/
I can think of some more interesting movies from that year, 1953.
Julius Caesar with Brando
Gentlemen Prefer Blondes and How to Marry a Millionaire
Beat the Devil by John Huston & Truman Capote
Thérèse Raquin with Signoret
The Earrings of Madame de... by Max Ophüls
loves craves comedies and glamour... but for that I already have the 1930s with American screwballs or Lubitsch Maybe it's because they are just the typical overproduced stale, boring 1950s neovictorian Hollyfalsies... such a far cry from The Front Page (Menjou) or His Girl Friday... or even Marilyn's later The Prince and the Showgirl.
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I learned another thing today!!!! I'll have to work really hard in order to reach Zayn Malik!!
he is THAT small to be reached out to?
Today I had to unlearn tennis so as to play badminton
I didn't mean to sound arrogant by the way, so I'm sorry.
And one more thing, concerning the picture you linked... DON'T MAKE FUN OF MY ZAYN!!!
That after reading the WHOLE of Robinson Crusoe, my library will be now one volume smaller and by one work more exquisite
(His grandson is gay, BTW.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Duke_Mason
Your language shouldn't deter you from his intriguingly odd but handsome version of Julius Caesar because it's already in Shakespeare's own impenetrable language.
The Earrings of Madame de... I like Max Ophüls' style because the camera does most of the work. His movies get close to Powell and Hitchcock's definition of pure cinema, i.e. telling a story without all those talking heads boring us with all their talking.
The closest you get to that is Battleship Potemkin, even if the story-telling is made more by "pure", primitive film editing than by flowery flights of the camera following small pieces of paper melting with falling snowflakes.
As for Julius Caesar, I was not talkig about the language (for that I have the printed paper): I was talking about vocal music
As for the other two movies, I'll let destiny have them come to me. I see that the Huston movie has Lollo in it OMG *Re-Capt.Picard*
What Powell: William, Dick, Eleanor..?
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Tell me - what would be on your list for places in London you'd want to visit and see?
I ask because as you're NATURALLY more culturally superior than all those dumb Anglos and their common touristy ways, I'm assuming you'd have some unique and interesting high-class intellectual insights that us lowly Brits would never even think about.
Don't fret Belly, Chickers is just pulling your leg (I think).
The York House water gate is one of my favourite nooks in our clapped-out old capital. In the 80s I used to enjoy walking through it on the way to work every morning. Then they decided it was too fragile so they put railings round it and a pond in front and now you have to walk round the side.
Today I learned that if you get a pair of those sports socks where each one is specially shaped for each foot and you put the left-hand sock on your right-hand foot and the right-hand sock on your left-hand foot by mistake you can walk around like that quite comfortably all day and it makes absolutely no difference.
So while I wasted time there, I was forced to choose between Saint Paul and the National Gallery... I'm a total sucker for architectural heights, so naturally I chose Saint Paul, and went there with a "friend" which was to become and actually has become an architect. We went also to the City with the same architectural excuse.
As for the National Gallery, well, I knew there was Titian Bacchus and Ariadne but, and as I learnt afterwards, particularly through insecula.com, there was nothing remotely as interesting there, not even the Dutch paintings, so I guess I made a fine choice. Even the Wallace is pathetic in its totally inappropriate, poor casing for the most refined and exquisite, even when mediocre, XVIIIth century French art.
I really love London, I mean the streets' lay out, the urbanism... from Paris I like the monumentality (never been there... it amazes and even pisses some French that I have talked to, particularly when they hear me talk about their own heritage, the older and the newer) but all the filling-in is to me amazingly similar to the dullness you can find in Barcelona or Spain in general, while London, being overall more mediocre even at its more monumental, is at the same time way more pleasing in every lost street and corner.
I don't know. London is the gay capital of Europe, which virtually means the gay capital of the world because it's so Alfa City it can even be Alfa Gay
I guess I'd always be pleased to visit the NG, since you'd be seeing Venturi's work from the inside, and that only by accident while you are hopping from Van Eyck to whatever else... then, there are more architectural heights (do not count in that sily wheel) to visit even from the street plazas... then there are all those stupid monuments I do not really care about, statues or gates, but they appeal to me as layers of urban history... oh, the King's library would be cute. We also visited the British, before they finished the new library building... Portcullis House was still a big hole in the map and Julia Roberts was being screened all over in Sleeping with the Enemy, go figure...
Oh wow, I never expected to elicit such a voluminous response from our belamo.
I'm somewhat surprised at the favourable London report, and even more surprised that you've never visited Paris - I'd have thought you'd love the place and move there, as I associate you very much with that kind of French style. My auntie (on my dad's side) loves Paris and goes there very often.
Oh, and it wasn't that favorable: I said that its NG wasn't worth shit, and that it is overall way nicer but far more mediocre... than Paris
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Have you been on the oloroso, Belamo?
About the Buchmanites, the astringent witch-hazel and the date of the Battle of Flodden
Never trust strangers..............