Guillete

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Blue Sweaters

Shining little miracle.

Cookie

Cute Molly

Milagros

Cute-head.

Juan Carlos

Jenn

Vine

Cutie, everything's gonna be allright.

Sink Pink Ink

♥

Ecuador

¡Paraguayos, República, o muerte!
Nuestro brío nos dio libertad:
ni opresores, ni siervos alientan
donde reinen unión e igualdad.

Panic on the streets of...

Ruock.

Sunday Morning

En camino a la casa de mi abuelo.

Fire

When the earth was still flat, the clouds made of fire and mountains stretched up to the sky, sometimes higher. Folks roamed the earth like big rolling kegs, they had two sets of arms, two sets of legs and two faces peering out of one giant head so they could watch all around them,as they talked, while they read.They never knew nothing of love; it was before the origin of love.
There were three sexes then: One that looked like two men glued up back to back, called the children of the sun; similar in shape and girth were the children of the earth that looked like two girls rolled up in one; and the children of the moon were like a fork shoved on a spoon, they were part sun, part earth, part daughter, part son.
Now the gods grew quite scared of their strength and defiance so Thor said, "I'm gonna kill them all with my hammer, like I killed the giants". But Zeus said, "No, You better let me use my lightening, like scissors,like I cut the legs off the whales and dinosaurs into lizards". He grabbed up some bolts and letting out a laugh said, "I'll split them right down the middle, gonna cut them right up in half." And then storm clouds gathered above into great balls of fire. Fire shot down from the sky in bolts, like shining blades of a knife, ripping right through the flesh of the children of the sun, the moon and the earth.
Some Indian god sewed the wound up into a hole and pulled it round to our belly to remind us of the price we paid; and Osiris and the gods of the Nile gathered up a big storm to blow a hurricane and scatter us away in a flood of wind and rain, and a sea of tidal waves to wash us all away. And if we don't behave they'll cut us down again and we'll be hopping round on one foot and looking through one eye.
Last time I saw you we had just split in two. You were looking at me, I was looking at you. You had a way so familiar but I could not recognize 'cause you had blood on your face and I had blood in my eyes. But I could swear by your expression that the pain down in your soul was the same as the one down in mine. That pain, that cuts a straight line down through the heart, we called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other, trying to shove ourselves back together, we were making love.
It was the sad story of how we became lonely two-legged creatures.