Monday, September 11, 2006

Shannon Sept. 10, 2006

2 comments:

-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

You're quite beautiFULL. I have a love for mature women. I'd love to kiss you and hold you in my arms Upstairs, upthere, in the Great Beyond. Someday, sometime, we'll meet and love passionately. God bless.

-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

I knew it, sweetheart! I knew you were of the wind-swept, long-begotten lassy of the Emerald aIsle where we shop!! HawrHawr I can just see you now, standing atop some cliff, twelve-years-old, wind blowing your pretty skirt and bonnet, and I, 21, come from behind to wrap you in my strong arms to lead you away. That's all I want - passion and love. Alas! Poor, poor Yorick! I fear that'll only happen in Heaven Above where we can have anything we desire. So be of good cheer, lassy! Soon, soon, this will be a reality forever.