there's only 1 real woman on this planet,
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One, this and every little boy stifling in the fear when he reaches for the table top. Hardly seeing, almost notice. He touched the warmly.
The dawn of being.
In green swamps of indifference shining the terrible risen sun relates - it touches.
The tortuous torn arisen.
That which understand with difficulty touches.
Its fate.
The still very small not yet able not yet of age.
Sought.
Creation arose from the horizon of painting. It shone through the cold indifferent morning with a question.
Asking me what I had done.
The utterly small asked very much about the bumps on the table in his efforts.
The very small boy who stood so straight because he was still very small, stood so terribly that he was almost balancing on the ground, no longer touched it. He flew up because he saw his table. He stretched out his hand. They were babbling about original sin. To be careful. Ah, words. One tiny, soft, almost velvet smooth, easily suffocated by a bean in his nose, one urgently curious, had to stretch out, to stretch the earth not reaching he grasped at the table, for what was on it. Something, anything. To cut, to dirty, to break or to pull down or to cause. Small.

I just had my first driving licence exams and I failed!
It was a written text and the max of allowed errors is 4, I did 6...HOLY SHIT!
anyway, I'll have another chance in 2 weeks and right then I'll kick their asses!
As you can notice checking my personal pix section, I chanced my colors a bit: new hair, new eyes...and in short ( after the italian SG party ) I'll have my back-tattoo completed...can't wait!
It's also a time of quarrels for me. I'm employed as a waitress in a restaurant, a part time job just on weekends. Last saturday I had to face the most annoying + stressful morons ever, expecting me to serve'em in few minutes...complaining and stabbing my nerves for hours. I was about crash some dishes up their heads, and trust me, one of those dishes is heavy enough to split a skull!!
Unlike in the USA here in Italy restaurant waitresses don't get any tips, and our daily pay is really low...so it's depressing after all to be trated so roughly by clients at the tables, ignoring what respect is. SO KILL THE CLIENT!
and kill the mosquitos too!! they're back after the winter cold and last night they turned my eye into a bubble, how can they fatten on my sweet blood?? fuck them all!!

I just had my first driving licence exams and I failed!
It was a written text and the max of allowed errors is 4, I did 6...HOLY SHIT!
anyway, I'll have another chance in 2 weeks and right then I'll kick their asses!
As you can notice by the pix up here, I chanced my colors a bit: new hair, new eyes...and in short ( after the italian SG party ) I'll have my back-tattoo completed...can't wait!
It's also a time of quarrels for me. I'm employed as a waitress in a restaurant, a part time job just on weekends. Last saturday I had to face the most annoying + stressful morons ever, expecting me to serve'em in few minutes...complaining and stabbing my nerves for hours. I was about crash some dishes up their heads, and trust me, one of those dishes is heavy enough to split a skull!!
Unlike in the USA here in Italy restaurant waitresses don't get any tips, and our daily pay is really low...so it's depressing after all to be trated so roughly by clients at the tables, ignoring what respect is. SO KILL THE CLIENT!
and kill the mosquitos too!! they're back after the winter cold and last night they turned my eye into a bubble, how can they fatten on my sweet blood?? fuck them all!!

...just watched " The Passion of Christ" and had to change my views on Mel
Gibson, since I always thought that as an actor he sucks badly!
The movie is simple ominous,
and you gotta check it
from the 1st line as I did, becoz it'll
turn your heart upside down.
I'm currently waiting to complete
the tattoo on my back to be ready
to start working on my new set.
It's goin' to be very large...painful..but outstanding. And I'm gonna pierce my tongue a second time as well.
Hope to meet some of you at the Italian SG party, I'm expecting it to be a killer event!
C'mon granpas!

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
lingering on ward dreamily
in an evening of july...
children three that nestle near
eager eye and willing ear,
pleased a simple tale to hear...
long has paled that sunny sky
echoes fade and memories die:
autumn frosts have slain july
still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Aelisha moving under skies
never seen by waking eyes.
children yet, the tale to hear
eager eye and willing ear,
lovingly shall nestle near.
in a wonderland they lie,
dreaming as the days go by,
dreaming as the summer die:
ever drifting down the stream...
lingering in the golden gleam...
life, what is it but a dream?

Thanx!!! thanx for the many woderful comments you put after viewing my set. And I already got an astonishing idea for the next one, in a really amazing place...I'll probably start working on it in a mounth or so...and I bet you'll enjoy it as much as the first one..or better - even more! I didn't sleep for two days since I entered the SG world, I celebrate this on and on..and believe me, it was a hell of a party!!
Kisses to everybody!

This set was shot during a cold winter day with snow painting to white a grey gloomy town in the north of Italy. On my back a couple posters of '70s movies better known as spaghetti westerns, recalling sunny hot lands and stories of passion, revenge and pride. A contrast of worlds fitting perfectly my mood...outside glacial inside red hot.