Friday, January 29, 2010 11:53:54 AM
crock, national geography, tv, shark
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One naturalist starts a new show of kissing sharks. He dives and catches a shark and then turns it over and kisses it. But sharks are not as romantic as he thought. As answer of his kisses the shark bites him and don’t let go. [May be it was too horny and wanted some frenchies ].
Who knows, he may has been trying to rape that shark step by step. He started with kissing on the sharks’ belly. Then he got greedy. And started to kiss on the mouths of those sharks. [What a freaking psycho]. But the most important part of story is, at this point the shark kissed him back and bites on his lips and save its chastity [that shark may save the entire shark species from being raped by human beings.]
I have written the upper part for fun. Not to hart anybody. I saw it in animal planet TV channel on 27.01.2010. But think about this. Some time we just irritate other species in the name of observation and science. I saw many times in the national geography channel where Dr. Brady bar is capturing a giant snakes and shouting and jumping around the camera. And the poor snake regurgitating its meal. What a nice shot of dr Brady. He is an expert about snake and crock and knew very well that meal of that poor snake may have very very hard owned. It may work days after days to get that meal and now it has to go hungry. We should not disturb that snake, not in that situation. We should just leave it alone and go on to other snakes to show.
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Dear girls, don't try that at home... Guess why? ....not because that male sharks have two penises ...OK, girls, mail me and I'll tell you personally......
Wednesday, December 12, 2007 6:41:38 PM
Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.
Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.
For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will.... .
-Don Mclean
We all know Vincent van gough for his paintings those set the world record for highest prices , who hated art dealings (selling paintings)and succeeded to kill himself in his second attempt, but many of us don’t know about his loneliness and his hunger for love. He did some crazy things in his life too. He cutoff his own ears and send them to a prostitute, he loved, as a birth day present. Once she hold his ears and told him that she loves his ears most.
Thursday, December 6, 2007 7:39:52 PM
Yes of course it is a dream, but if I want to be little more precise, I've to tell it the longest nightmare. Will it ever be 'the end'? It's just hurting me.
Mobius strip and klien bottle not seems fascinating. String theory become strung. Its not surprising anymore to know that there is no 'knots' in the fourth dimension. Pulsars, quasars and colorful galaxies are fooling me out. Pure wisdom is loosing its appeal! What a freaking universe!
I've found a perfect description of my weeks. It is stolen from 'allangie's mess'.( Because I'm poor in arts.)
Sadday
Moanday
Tearday
Wasteday
Thirstday
Frightday
Shatterday.
i would like to go to my shit hole.