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News from Saguaro Blues: September 2005
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News from Saguaro Blues. Irregular and impromptu postings from Saguaro Blues Ranch, nestled in the hills above the Pedernales River Valley. Thursday, September 22, 2005. The Nuke Dodges a Bullet - This Time. Such a sweet photo, isn't it? Two symmetrical concrete towers and outlying buildings, a nice marsh full of migratory birds, a lone seagull flying overhead. Nature has adapted to man's intrusions as best it can. All is calm. From the outside, everything seemed to be progressing smoothly. Brown and Roo...
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Spinning Girl: Oh nooo....
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Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. December 16, 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am an alluring webmistress. Shoretown, United States. And you, O my Soul, where you stand Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing,- seeking the spheres, to connect them; Till the bridge you will need, be form'd- till the ductile anchor hold; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my Soul. View my complete profile.
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Spinning Girl: My head just exploded.
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Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. July 18, 2013. My head just exploded. January 12, 2015 1:21 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am an alluring webmistress. Shoretown, United States. View my complete profile. A Noiseless, Patient Spider by Walt Whitman. A noiseless, patient spider,. I mark'd, where, on a little promontory, it stood, isolated;. Mark'd how, to explore the vacant, vast surrounding,. It launch'd forth filament, filament, filament, out of itself;. Monkey's ...
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Spinning Girl: 10 Years Today
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Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. August 06, 2013. This is a repost, marking 10 years since I decided to give up my little alcohol habit. This post isn’t meant to be funny. These things are only funny to me because they are all true, because I did them, and because I salvaged my poor gin-soaked soul on August 6, 2003. If you think you might have a problem, consider these points or. Image respectfully borrowed from. You Might Have a Teensy Weensy Problem With Alcohol If….
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Spinning Girl: Repost: 100 things. I love reposting this because of #36-37, because I married him.
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Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. April 03, 2012. Repost: 100 things. I love reposting this because of #36-37, because I married him. 1 My first language was Estonian. I still speak, read and write it. All the time! 2 I didn't really speak English until I went to kindergarten,. 3 where I learned the word "soon" and thought it meant one o'clock. 4 I thought this until I was 11 years old. 5 Because it rhymes with "noon", you see? 7 I don’t know what I would do without her.
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Spinning Girl: I had the best Secret Santa!!!
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Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. December 21, 2012. I had the best Secret Santa! Who wrapped my entire desk! A job well done! Hope you had a great Christmas! December 27, 2012 2:38 PM. Hey girl. been ages. Stop by some time and say Howdy! May 09, 2013 11:23 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I am an alluring webmistress. Shoretown, United States. View my complete profile. A Noiseless, Patient Spider by Walt Whitman. A noiseless, patient spider,. She wants to spin, and s...
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Spinning Girl: Reason # 454 why I love my job.
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Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. February 21, 2007. Reason # 454 why I love my job. Tony made a grappling hook out of mardi gras beads, 3-ring binder rings, and scotch tape. Labels: My job fucking rocks. Ah, but what exactly did Tony have to do to GET those beads? February 21, 2007 9:25 AM. Ah, what a "special" child he is. February 21, 2007 11:46 AM. That's like a mardi gras batman hook! Robinshow us your tits! February 21, 2007 6:23 PM. Wow, now that is clever! Till the go...
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Spinning Girl: Happy Birthday to Jamwall!
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Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. July 26, 2015. Happy Birthday to Jamwall! Day of the calendar year. In a landscape of 10,000 frozen lakes. And snow upon snow upon snow. A rare and precious gem appeared. Seven and thirty years ago. Fiery red, it blazed and burned. With peerless gifts and talents. In the soul of the boy;. To emerge as he grew,. Lending wit, and vision, and balance. No ordinary boy was he. Not to this day! His eyes bear the spark. Of vivid untiring imagination.
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Spinning Girl: The Barnyard Blues
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Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. July 22, 2015. A fellow blogger and I had a heated debate (heated, I tell you! Boy was it ever! About barnyard animal sounds. This stemmed from a discussion about how onomatopoeia (. Quack quack, meow meow, woof woof. Is different in different languages (in Estonian, the same 3 sounds are. Prääks prääks, näu näu, and auh. I think the general population, when thinking of a barnyard sound, thinks. Why, because of the. No way, man. Oh, I think so.
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Spinning Girl: Pomegranate Meditations
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Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy. November 11, 2005. I love eating pomegranates. I love how the fruity little regiments are all lined up, these little podlings of bursting juice and one hard little seed, waiting for me to pluck them from their nests and explode their flavor onto my tongue. It's meditative, in a way: Pluck, pop. Pluck, pop. Pluck, pop. Meditative .
Meditative . Last Sunday was a head trip. They are playing Christmas Music. Christmas music! Yessss .
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