Don't you know that staring into the sun is bad for your eyes?
Those trees, though! Some bent, some straight. Great silhouettes.
Don't you know that staring into the sun is bad for your eyes?
Those trees, though! Some bent, some straight. Great silhouettes.
They are all torn down now. To make way for overpriced ticky tacky houses all in a row.
That's a shame. And your feed has turned into a desert of periods, a punctuation suited for endings and silence.
I'm sorry for whatever you're going through. Please don't let it smother your peculiar and particular genius. I miss your drawings, which are florid and energetic and among my favorite things to look at.
a punctuation suited for endings and silence.
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Toodles steemit.
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Hmm. Well that is definitely not one of my favorite things to look at. Do men seriously send their digitized genitals to women via electronic communication all that often? It really does seem like one of the least flattering things to present in a long-distance courtship ritual. Why not a picture of some toned abdominals, or for that matter, a smiling face? Or a photo of a bulging bank account?
In any case, I have never taken a picture of my penis. I'm not sure if I should feel proud of that or ashamed. If everyone else is doing it...