ghosts of ourselves

[velitu]

a likable chap asked me what the address of my blog was so he could read it last night. i found myself telling him i didn't want him to read it because it doesn't represent who i am any more. its full of the old incarnations and doesn't have enough of the newly born me to be an accurate representation

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[sqgl]

What is it about women and hands?
Today i cut my fingernails and took a final photo.
A coincidence i should read your journal entry.
http://jo.koan.net/pix/DSCF1662%20reach_x+_619x600.jpg

And since you like Absinthe, you may enjoy Berlin:
http://jo.koan.net/travel/Germany/Berlin/drinking/Absinth%20WeinMeister3-.jpg

[velitu]

ah hands, my dear mr sqgl, are the source of much sensual pleasure... strength and skill are combined with tenderness... its all very erotic. fingers that lightly touch my cheek... or firmly hold me helpless round wrist or neck... helpless to recieve naught but pleasure... poor me.

and fine motor skills demonstrated by a deftly played guitar evoke images of what other sensative organs my also be made to sing... erstwhile memories like whisps of smoke from the dawn of the clitoris. ;)

i have a second date with those hands tonight... now to coax them round my throat...

.......

surely hands like yours have been the source of great art.

the last time i drank absinthe i was so dreadfully drunk still the next morning that i fell naked all the way down spiral stairs and landed with a thud on the sleeping form of my work boss and her girlfriend! haha! it didn't earn me any promotions.