Eadweard Muybridge is *spinning* in his grave … but really, you are most obliging. The gorgeous sheen of the bulge in the green trunks … those mesmerizing nipples …
I’m clueless as to who Eicca is and it seems that knowing something about the cello is a prereq to fully appreciating your blog but nonetheless there is a glitter of intelligent life here and I was entertained.
the snapping robert amuses me, cos he has come here like most first-timers do without realizing that he is reading
*TEH MIG*
what is most unfortunate is that he is under the impression you and your readers are cello-philes and the only topic at hand is cello-ism. which is simply not true. (even if *TEH MIG* does happen to be a cello-phile–let’s just move past this point for the sake of my insightful rhetoric, re: your blog) point is, this blog, as i see it, is not at all about cello-ism or even about men’s torsos, but more about the synaptic impulses and firings that occur between
*TEH MIG*
and my addled little brain.
it’s so great he saw the glitter of intelligent life here before it moved on to someone else’s blog. boy, that must be a boost to the old ego: a stranger saw a “glitter” of intelligent life on your blog.
not a streak or a goldmine, even raw ores or anything like but a glitter. you could be a a Diva Rock Star pretending to play the guitar (with your cello), cos Diva Rock Stars glitter.
and i guess you could glue glitter and maybe some googly eyes to the cello if you wanted to.
It used to go pack, peck, pick, pock, puck. Something to assist a tyke with his vowels. But with its n-1 degrees of freedom and the possibility that a one to one correspondence would be nonlinear in the betas, well this was just too much. One could start and then finish at different places, depending on such arbitrary things as food and drink, the One would become many, dogma and lemma forsaken, no etiology, a tower of Babel, blasphemy.
it’s kinda like when you get a bug in your food, but then somebody passing by your table might stop and try to explain to you why that’s a really *interesting* bug in your food. But you’ve already decided to stop eating for a while. Some comments are like that.
(Near) naked bodies! This place is turning into a softc0re p0rn and cello site, indeed. You know that children (or young people – http://www.metamorphosism.com/betaversion/ – to be more accurate) read this site?
Eadweard Muybridge is *spinning* in his grave … but really, you are most obliging. The gorgeous sheen of the bulge in the green trunks … those mesmerizing nipples …
I’m clueless as to who Eicca is and it seems that knowing something about the cello is a prereq to fully appreciating your blog but nonetheless there is a glitter of intelligent life here and I was entertained.
Snapping out,
d
“i met andy warhol at a really chic party.”
“blow it out your hairdo, cos you work at Hardee’s!”
the snapping robert amuses me, cos he has come here like most first-timers do without realizing that he is reading
*TEH MIG*
what is most unfortunate is that he is under the impression you and your readers are cello-philes and the only topic at hand is cello-ism. which is simply not true. (even if *TEH MIG* does happen to be a cello-phile–let’s just move past this point for the sake of my insightful rhetoric, re: your blog) point is, this blog, as i see it, is not at all about cello-ism or even about men’s torsos, but more about the synaptic impulses and firings that occur between
*TEH MIG*
and my addled little brain.
it’s so great he saw the glitter of intelligent life here before it moved on to someone else’s blog. boy, that must be a boost to the old ego: a stranger saw a “glitter” of intelligent life on your blog.
not a streak or a goldmine, even raw ores or anything like but a glitter. you could be a a Diva Rock Star pretending to play the guitar (with your cello), cos Diva Rock Stars glitter.
and i guess you could glue glitter and maybe some googly eyes to the cello if you wanted to.
little do tehy konw.
It used to go pack, peck, pick, pock, puck. Something to assist a tyke with his vowels. But with its n-1 degrees of freedom and the possibility that a one to one correspondence would be nonlinear in the betas, well this was just too much. One could start and then finish at different places, depending on such arbitrary things as food and drink, the One would become many, dogma and lemma forsaken, no etiology, a tower of Babel, blasphemy.
Snapped out,
d
what the heck is this…!
it’s kinda like when you get a bug in your food, but then somebody passing by your table might stop and try to explain to you why that’s a really *interesting* bug in your food. But you’ve already decided to stop eating for a while. Some comments are like that.
That is such a mesmerizing sheen.
(Near) naked bodies! This place is turning into a softc0re p0rn and cello site, indeed. You know that children (or young people – http://www.metamorphosism.com/betaversion/ – to be more accurate) read this site?
Fixed it.
No!!!!!!!!! (said in my best falling-over-a-cliff voice).
We don’t want this kind of p0rn.
Catholic p***
i like…