The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Ah, Percy Bysshe, I do love poetry about behinds.
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I took these photos with my Lumix camera. It has a Leica lens. Laika was the first dog in space. Dogs In Space is an Australian film made in 1986. My friend Fiona played Barbara the Socialist. Now my friend Miss Simons lives two doors from the house where Dogs In Space was shot in Melbourne. I just sold the Dogs In Space R-rated soundtrack LP on eBay for $26.
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14 comments:
When Autumn blows my trumpet,
My heart, it sings & hums;
And things get evn bettr when,
At last fair April comes!
Hey, I have leaves starting to fall here on the opposite side of the world.
In correlation with your I.Q.?
Vewy intwesting...
joey:
When you blow your trumpet
I answer the call you blow
Because I am a strumpet
that's all you need to know
malach: you crazy
atlas: he crazy
In th morn,
When we are born,
We blow fortissimo.
But as we grow,
We always blow,
Th horn prestissimo.
Joey, I know you perform better with an audience of cooing middle aged ladies.
If you think Joe
Is good when be blows
His trumpet for girls, I'll advise
That you pause and take note
When he puffs down his throat
On a skin flute in front of the guys.
Atlas much prefrs his skin flute in back o th guys.
I came here looking for high-class entertainment and all I got was smut.
Atlas & Joey: Wait til your father gets home.
anaglyoh: Please, for the love of god, pour me a gin and tonic
At this point, I'd settle for a Bonox. A hot Bonox.
Wow.
It looks just like the summer sky.
How about a gin and bonox?
mike: Third day of Spring today, and it's driving rain and early dark.
anaglyph: Not even in a very special mug.
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