"The disposition of noble dogs is to be gentle with people they know and the opposite with those they don't know... How, then, can the dog be anything other than a lover of learning since it defines what's its own and what's alien." - Plato
This is "A". A cute little dark haired thing, she originally came over to my house with a friend of hers. I knew she had ink and I had been wanting for a while to get my hands on it, so when opportunity presented itself, I took it.
I met Birdy at a party Friday night. A beautiful woman in a room full of beautiful women, I saw the mockingbird tattoo and instantly wanted it for my collection. So I caught her in the kitchen and with the help of a string a party lights I got this picture.
I used to wake and run with the moon I lived like a rake and a young man I covered my lovers with flowers and wounds My laughter the devil would frighten The sun she would come and beat me back down But every cruel day had it’s nightfall I’d welcome the stars with wine and guitars Full of fire and forgetful
My body was sharp the dark air clean And outrage my joyful companion Whisperin’ women how sweet did they seem Kneelin’ for me to command them And time was like water but I was the sea I’d have never noticed it passin’ Except for the turnin’ of night into day And the turnin’ of day into cursin’
You look at me now, and don’t think I don’t know What all your eyes are a sayin’ Does he want us to believe these ravings and lies They’re just tricks that his brains been a playin’? A lover of women he can’t hardly stand He trembles he’s bent and he’s broken I’ve fallen it’s true but I say unto you Hold your tongues until after I’ve spoken
I was takin’ my pride in the pleasures I’d known I laughed and thought I’d be forgiven But my laughter turned ’round eyes blazing and Said my friend, we’re holdin’ a wedding I buried my face but it spoke once again The night to the day we’re a bindin’ And now the dark air is like fire on my skin And even the moonlight is blinding
This, to me, is just a beautiful thing. On the route I drive to get to the park to run is a building with several body shops and car painting places. There are usually some neat vehicles out front in various states of repair and restoration. I've been watching this baby for several months, and they are just about done with her. (That's my Jeep in the background)This is a 1940's Willys Jeep, and it is a sweet thing indeed... I just wonder where she's been and the things she's done. I would love to climb behind the wheel and take her home with me.
The paint job isn't exactly the color I would have chosen, but they did rhino line the interior. A beautiful thing indeed.
This sweet thing is a server at a bar down on 5th street in Austin. With her romanesque features and intense looks "A" is quite a beauty... and she brings you drinks! Jack absolutely adored her, and I think the feeling was mutual. I wish I could get a girl that looks like that to pay so much attention to me.
Since I've shown you some cleavage in the past, I figured I'd allot some time to cleavage a little lower on the body. This is "A". She was hanging out with "J" from last week's post at the pub. She's a cute little blonde with a great smile, sparkling eyes and a bubbly personality... Just like her starfish.
A divorced northeastern North Carolina farmboy back in Carolina via Washington DC, a small Carribean island and Texas. Mostly self-educated I am the product of public schools, a few trips to college, the school of life (& hard knocks), a WWII veteran father who could build anything, and a Sunday School teacher mother who loved to read anything she could lay her hands on. As the youngest of five I am no stranger to having to defend my actions (not to mention myself).
"Mom and Dad say I should make my life an example of the principles I believe in. But every time I do, they tell me to stop it."
-Bill Watterson (Calvin & Hobbes)
If you look deeply into the palm of your hand, you will see your parents and all generations of your ancestors. All of them are alive in this moment. Each is present in your body. You are the continuation of each of these people.