...once receive it with joy. But since they have no root, they last only a short time. When trouble or persecution comes because of the word, they quickly fall away. Still others, like seed sown among thorns, hear the word; but the worries of this life, the deceitfulness of wealth and the desires for other things come in and choke the word, making it unfruitful. Others, like seed sown on good soil...
...and whipping, which serve primarily as a vehicle for showing the nice breasts and nubile bodies hiding under the nuns' habits. An exceptionally stunning scene involves Maya being wound in rose thorns and beaten with handfuls of long-stemmed red roses. The scene is very visually decadent, with half-nude Maya writhing and rose petals showering over her. (I swear, if I had any inclinations towards...
It seems that roses have thorns not because of poetic necessity, but because they don't like being pruned. I now have a fine collection of small puncture wounds to my fingers, and suddenly I recall the story of the first man ever given Penicillin. Involved roses, I think. Didn't end well. Must break out the TCP. Adding to my stock of improbable consular structures in Karori with the Mexican embassy...
...I've been working on a collage of the winter. It's all in black and white and I think it looks really nice so far though there's still some stuff I need to add. Examples: A picture of J's cornrows, thorns, mirror, cans, and cigarette butts . I also want a picture of someone looking happy though it might be hard to capture. People can't seem to stop posing for the camera. Or they won't.. I'll take...
Title: Wall of Thorns Genre: paranormal Rating: R Warnings: violence, weird psychological stuffs, foul language... also, it was written for NaNoWriMo, so is probably chock full of typos T.T Summary: Girl meets telepath. Girl gets trapped in her own mind with a murderer. Tale as old as time. ...Er. Or not. As if life wasn't complicated enough, enter gangs, the government, and creepy old tarot...
Hey, dear You shouldn't really go down there, dear You don't want to mess up your hair, dear You spent so much time dressing up for an occassion that you know is never ever gonna happen, dear Hey, dear...next day And you know you should get out today But you say "Not today" "Not when I feel this way And you know it'll be the exact same way The next and the next and the next next day Hey, dea
Sometimes I dream That you're standing there With your greyish-blue eyes And your blue-black hair. We joke and we laugh Like nothing is wrong But I know that our time It wont be too long. And it looks... And it looks like lightning Crashing down on the sea And it feels like lightning Like it's meant to be And it seems like lightning's Oh Crashing down on me Crashing down on me Crashing down on me
Title: Wall of Thorns Genre: paranormal Rating: R Warnings: violence, weird psychological stuffs, foul language... also, it was written for NaNoWriMo, so is probably chock full of typos T.T Summary: Girl meets telepath. Girl gets trapped in her own mind with a murderer. Tale as old as time. ...Er. Or not. As if life wasn't complicated enough, enter gangs, the government, and creepy old tarot...
...old. There are tools in the little shed out back that I can use, so I cleaned out the shed as well. I even managed to go barefoot for a little bit, and it felt good till I started finding the thorns. The thorns out here aren't like thistles or cockleburrs. They are nasty little caltrops with points on all sides, and one point always pointing up. And they are sharp! They'll even stick in...
