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Finally finished my photography book through Shutterfly.  Now, when they have another special, I'll get the one pertaining to my illustrations.  Huzzah!  Can't wait for this to arrive. Click here to view this photo book larger Shutterfly allows you to customize your photo book just the way you want.

It was an awkward meeting.  Between the boy who dreams big and the girl with dreams of foreign places.  He tried to tie our souls together, without so much as a by your leave.  I said yes to the Universe, but my yes did not entail automatic soul fusion; a simple rendezvous was all I contracted with to the Universe. Eyes of blue swimming down into the murky depths of me.  What are you even doing in there?  So far down; poking around; leaving messages; flitting away.  What are you doing?  Do you even know?  Can those eyes of blue even see?  Does your brain register what they see?  Or does only part of you know? You ask permission for acceptance and to ascend; yet you intrusively dive right in to my oceanic pools of cool blue eyes, possibly missing the ring of light green that dances on the centers' surface; but you didn't splash around there for long before diving down, down, down in to the dark recesses of me; the dark cavern where my...

These breasts belong to a professional bra wearer.   So... breasts.  I've got 'em.  They're these things that get in the way a lot.  I have to holster them into a contraption called a brassier.  They're heavy.  They form considerable cleavage.  I couldn't even begin to tell you how many times there have been crumbs hiding out down there.  They can also be quite dangerous.  Once, when moving a cabinet, one of them busted out a pane of glass!  Breasts seem to be troublesome things, indeed!  Bustygirlcomics.com Oh my good god on a cracker, that right up there runs through my brain on a regular basis.  "They're not that big today...  OMG!  I'm falling out of my top!  Damnit!"  Just like the drawing, it's all about perspective.  When I look down I see ginormous breasts about to fall out of my shirt and I can't believe I've been so indecent.  My sister, coming from a different angle, l...

It is getting dark again Dusk shuffle across the fields The evening trees moan  (as if they knew) At night I always dream  (of you) At that point,   Åkerfeldt launches into a 30 second lamenting scream.  The likes of which makes your heart rattle inside it's cage.  The type of scream that makes you remember what loss feels like; of which that leaves your heart achingly sorrowful. I used to really be into the Swedish progressive death metal band, Opeth.  The 20 minute Black Rose Immortal, was never a favourite of mine... except for those lines and his final, heart wrenching scream.   I hadn't listened to this song in a very long time, but recently some memories came to mind which made me have another listen.  Particularly pertaining to The Man with the Brother Tattoo.  A drizzly, stormy day; mid week.  I, maneuvering us through the city in our red rocket; coordinates programmed in; we arrived safely at all of our destinations. ...