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July 05, 2003

There were many quite beautiful thoughts on his mind, thoughts filled with color, form, dimension. He really thought about quite incredibly elaborately stunning structures, Soaring pillars and chambers fragrant and warm and soft.
They saw in him the master of numbers, of time, his thoughts were more in love with the winding, beautiful and quiet kind. They thought his calls every morning were happy cheers to greet the day. For him they were cries of desperation. Oh how much did he wish he had been given a vocabulary larger than the few syllables that, to make things worse, translated completely differently into most languages.



what a beautiful cock.

Posted by: em!ly on July 6, 2003 03:53 AM

It is a drawing... : )
A drawing that has been here before

Posted by: witold on July 6, 2003 07:02 AM

oh that sweet little guy. sad face... but beautiful story :)

Posted by: shauny on July 6, 2003 07:36 AM
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