Comes the rain, but the rain looses all its meaning in the Sun' golden rays.
Looses its bed, strengbt, flavors and pleasures on its way to the clĂmax edge.
You wonder, what is She thinkin, saying and dooing? O_O what She wisbes and wants?
And you like it, the seduction in her thought, the words coming from her lips and the provocation on her body, you like it.
She moves in misterious ways
It's All Right
No, it's not.
She walks into the salty waters bridge, in her thought the sweetness of death that's crossing over the lake and cutting papers.
Once again doing their own job with her, making her mind and keeping her in their hole entretained with their puppies on leashes.
lundi 18 mai 2026
JGnna
Crystal waters of thought, and sounds.
White waters Twilights
The ice melt, waters running...
Kirt
Wonderful
Tbey say they're not professional painters. No problem. However, they should learn and have some basic painting knowledge and skills. Startin by painting the ceilings and then the walls. Because the paint splatters and falls off on the walls. The walls don't paint the ceilings, paint the floors. So, startin by painting the walls is not logical. Unless there are other materials and expenses in mind for the ceilings?
The Devil's shity colors and tools sucking and draining your brains and bodies, your dreams, tastes and pleasures. Killing hearts and minds, Killing innocent people.
Other tool to cut the bushes, which she has.
More pratical, easier, less effort and work time.
Alone
With so much to do, startin with the wooden cabin door... deck, stair, path...
road path... stones, water (well) and power sources.
yellow decor into a mud path, how many times people should or have to say this?
Kitchen tools, fast foods, toilet....
Youtube is making a surveilance on my followers, counting views.
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The boring advertisement business, the shity yellow color on the videos
The input and output of views, followers and subscribers