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enjoy life

2012-01-03T08:37:00.001-08:00

Life is amazing, we have only one ticket for its show!Let the music play! Let the show begin!Enjoy the ride!

nice vidz with british girls

2012-01-02T04:36:00.000-08:00

Tnx http://www.zootoday.com

Stay frosty

G

best british boobs

2012-01-02T04:32:00.000-08:00

Hi to you all,

We know that in general the British Girls are very very special in their way of acting and maybe in bed... and contrary to the majority of good looking women world wide the British Girls are smarter than foxy Ladies...

I stumbled over an interesting photo portal site called: http://www.zootoday.com/.

Let me show you what I've found, some of the best looking girls with the best tits in UK.

Enjoy some of the pictures, for the rest, please visit the site.

Regards

And all the best for 2012

G

hi the blonde - friend with me on facebook

2011-12-30T17:17:00.001-08:00

Hi,

Take a look,

One of my friends on FB posted some very erotique pictures I want to share with you !

I print screened them

Enjoy:

She is very very sexy:

interesting stuff

2011-12-29T20:04:00.001-08:00

http://mobilemoneymachines.com/sp/indexmmm2.html?hop=gerbill

tesla and the girls tension

2011-12-29T17:30:00.000-08:00

Click Here!

pamela anderson's very sexy tits indeed

2011-12-29T04:13:00.001-08:00

Yes enjoy her when she was a bit younger and very very sexy sexy lady !!!

Pamela Anderson plastic surgery

2011-12-29T02:20:00.000-08:00

Hey take a look

To these photos Pamela before having the implants in her tits and after !

Enjoy !

Beauty sometimes can be found in natural flows of love and simplicity !

naomi naked just for you to enjoy her

2011-12-28T05:30:00.000-08:00

tnx to wiki i tell yo that

Naomi Campbell (born 22 May 1970) is a British model. Scouted at the age of 15, she established herself among the top three most recognisable and in-demand models of the late 1980s and early 1990s,^[3] and she was one of six models of her generation declared "supermodels" by the fashion world.^[4] As the most famous black model of her time,^[5] Campbell has been outspoken throughout her career against the racial bias that exists in the fashion industry.

And some pictures withe her:

PS tnx to the sponsors for the photos

PPS She was also the lover of Mr SlowHand - Eric Clapton

breasts and women

2011-12-27T17:17:00.001-08:00

Howdy,

Did you know that men usually love breasts because they associate them with their comfort given by their mothers in the oral phase of their development, usually the first year of life...

But what about women ?

Why them are not, if the above information is accurate, attracted to others women's breasts, or maybe they are...

Stay tuned

2011-12-26T09:56:00.000-08:00

Howdy folks, I was more than shocked when I had to meet Joanne in order to make her a photo album for her new partners the guys from Penthouse.com from San Francisco..I said to myself that she should do only modeling and get out from porn...Can you imagine this rose in the porn industry ? Better not !With loveThe G SHaman

mafia in Spain, Romanian mafia

2011-12-23T12:45:00.000-08:00

Romanian girls specially girls from Moldovia Counties are often found as hookers in Madrid or Barcelona or even Rome and Hamburg.

What to do about it ?

Let's hope the system will get down these international networks.

Take a look, she is one of them before departing to Italy to continue there the oldest job in the world ...

super sexy girls ....

2011-12-23T11:02:00.000-08:00

enjoy this video:

going down?

2011-12-16T11:10:00.000-08:00

Remember,

some zen stories, tell us that we are for ever in the manifest of karma, we have to consume, we have to deal with our temptations, we have to consume them, by getting drunk, smoking or, for men, letting free of our loads...

Try to keep all these, not under pressure, but under control!

Control,? oh, is this a joke?

Remember !

Love is one of the 6 keys....

The second is .. will!

The third is POWER!

G SH

anyways

2011-12-16T11:04:00.001-08:00

Why ?

why many of us feel so unsecure some times, even though we have everything that we might need.
Is it because we want more? is it because we did not reach our youth dreams?

Or is it because of the subliminal persuation that the media and our phisical context through on us little by little, bit by bit: on the internet, on tv, in shops and even at the radio!

Radio Ga ga, radio gugu, radio, some one still loves you !!!!

Love Lady Gaga , love radio gaga, love the queen !

Long live the queen !!!!

With love,

from the G Shaman

love love love

2011-12-16T10:41:00.000-08:00

Hey,

Remember you all the Beatles song: "love love love",

"All We Need Is Love"

Yes of course there are masonic secrets hidden like: AWNIL..

This is like an awl ;) you see

OR LSD from Lucy in the Sky with Diomends.

Remember ! Love is the key!

" Love under will should be the whole of the law!" Mr Al. Crowley.

With Love

The G SHaman

sex love and rock and roll

2011-12-01T10:04:00.001-08:00

Yes sex and love go together very good.

But we all need the adrenaline, we all need the seduction.

So use the rock music to get yourself in a more risky moods...

gypsy hookers from bucharest romania

2011-11-21T05:26:00.001-08:00

Yeah,

Gypsy hookers from Bucharest, why gypsy cause they have a certain kind of style and attitude.

These girls are not arrogant, and have this Indian Style.

Maybe because gypsies came from India into Turkey and into the Balcanic Region of Europe.

Indians had tradition in Tantric Sex and women knew and maybe still know how to control all the sexual energies and desires.

Let me show you their picture, some acting on the streets, and some in their rented apartments.

Enjoy

With love

The G Shaman

news post

2011-11-20T10:35:00.001-08:00

The biggest mafia head of the Spanish hookers network gave up by going alone to the police department.

He is Romanian, he is nicknamed: Cap de Porc - in Romanian it means: Pig Head.

I am Romanian, and I was again sad to realise that Romanian Mafia is working in Spain with hookers and prostitutes.

So pity!

Anyway it's good that he surrendered.

The hookers in Spain described their network as being so powerful and so well organized that can easily be compared with the system of big corporations.

Keep it real you all folks.

And Try to reduce all your temptations!

with love

The G Shaman

rihanna super sexy body

2011-11-13T00:59:00.001-08:00

Yes,

Nowdays there are two very impressive divas on the world scene of super stars.

First is Lady Gaga - Or Lady Monster and Second, not because is black maybe because of her attitude Rihanna - a super singer.

Enjoy her sexy body in these two photos!

LADY GAGA - SEX MONSTER

2011-11-09T00:14:00.000-08:00

i LOVE this picture of LADY GAGA

i LOVE HER ATTITUDE !

eNJOY !

serious issue

2011-11-07T05:29:00.000-08:00

I know many of you boys or girls may be married.

The thing is that also many of you may share a bad with their sexual partner.

The thing is that some researchers studied the body energy flows during sleep. For some years, even ten or even twenty the sexual attraction may be there but after twenty or thirty years these energy flows make the sexual attraction diminish between life long partners.

And this thing may cause even a divorce if the subconsciousness modified patterns are not fully understood.

So take care about this serious issues and be patient with your partner.

With love

The G Shaman

different way of showing love 2

2011-11-06T11:10:00.000-08:00

Yes I am going to tell you a bit more about the differences in which men and women love to love.

I am going to express these differences very punctual and in my future posts expand them a bit:

Here we go:

1. Men want other things from life then women do, from this rule number 1, men love completely different then women; men want for their ego to have many women in their life as sexual partners, women want a very strong and very sexual one relation ship with one men who will ador them, love them, make them presents, lots of presents and specially take care about ALL their desires.

2. Men need adventure, women need stability.

3. Men want to be desired by lots of women and specially men need social validation more then women, men need fancy cars, lots of cash and lots of women to serve them and specially adore them.

4. Men need to party a lot to hang out with their male mates like dogs to build hierarchies, women need to build families and to grow children surrounded by luxury and cash and a providing man.

5. Men need to explore caves, mountains and lakes and seas but since now we have Google Earth they need specially to explore pussies.

6. Men need to be in power and in charge, woman need to be dominated socially and also sexually by only ONE male - for them not to feel hookers...

I have written these 6 differences with lots of sincerity and openness.

I hope you enjoyed them and I hope the reality didn't get into conflicts with your imprinted believes.

pamela's tits

2011-11-06T11:01:00.000-08:00

Hey

I know you all know Pamela Anderson

She is extraordinary - she has become like an icon to our West Culture.

I know again that you all know she had and still has implants but she changed them so often until she got these perfect tits I am going to expose to you through these not so known pictures...

Enjoy

2011-11-06T05:17:00.001-08:00

Hi,

A nice picture for Linux Open Source lovers!!!

Enjoy!

funny tits

2011-11-04T11:49:00.000-07:00

Hi my friends,

Enjoy these funny tits pictures - they are awsome - specially those with google, paris hilton and the little kids staring ;)

Keep in touch

PS As I said I was away into Hungary - planning to go to Iran and Turkey although there it will be difficult to shut some nice tits ;) But I'll do my best

my hungarian girlfriend

2011-10-23T12:25:00.000-07:00

Hi I have recentlz went to Hungary

I met a nice looking girl over there!

She will be my lover!

Enjoy here picture !

very sexy huge tits

2011-10-20T11:07:00.000-07:00

Hey,

Take a look at these very sexy huge tits... they are awsome !!!

And enjoy what a very sexy lady has written to me through classic email..

I recon is a two months story but nice to enjoy every time:

I am a 23 year old girl living in California . Ill tell you a little about myself. Im 5ft6 and my figure is 36D-25-39, extremely delicious, Ive been told. I can see people get hardons on the streets when I walk past. Even women get turned out with the look of me. My moms gorgeous, I guess I got my looks in heredity. I prefer wearing revealing clothes. I love sexy lingerie and tight clothes. I wear tops which enhance my sexy bust and short skirts which show off my tempting butt. Over all I am a very eatable package and I know how to tempt all men and women. I had my first bang when I was 15. Over the years I have been experiencing lots of new things. I love sex and I am always ready to try out everything new and erotic. Most of all I love having my boobs sucked. They give me immense pleasure. I will till you about an erotic experience I had when I was 21. Its sure to make you all cum. To some it might sound fiction but believe me people its 100% true. Some months before this episode I had got pregnant but got an abortion done. Yet I had somehow started lactating.
My then boyfriend was a photographer. He photographed nude models and sold the pics to porno sites and magazines. One day he comes to my apartment after a nude photo session and he was extremely horny. After letting himself inside the flat he instantly gets his 9er out of his pants, he had a massive hardon. He always gets hard after photographing some of those models and comes and instantly bangs me first. He did the same that day. After her was relieved, he relaxed . I went and got coffee for the both of us and we sat their drinking and talking, me in a satin night shirt, panty less. I could sense him staring at my pussy, I followed his gaze and saw that my pussy was still dripping with our previous sexcapade . He smiled and says you would make a great porno model with that kind of a body. I kind of liked the idea and told him why not he photograph me! He jumped on his feet instantly and went and brought his camera. He took a few shots of me sitting like that with my feet spread apart showing my naked , silky and dripping pussy.. He told me to get all naked , we wanted to take some new sensually erotic photos. Meanwhile my breasts were twitching and I told him to first suck me off, then only will we have some pics taken. He came forward and sat on a chair, I went and sat on his lap facing him, he bent his head forward and took one nipple in his mouth it was rock hard. He sucked and instantly pulled his face away. He had milk in his mouth. He said, hey I got a better idea. Both our purposes will be solved. OOOOOHHHH!!! I loved the sound of that. I love new things! He told me to get on my fours on the floor and went to the kitchen and got a big vessel and put in below my hanging boobs. HE took some pictures of me in that position from all angles. He went and licked my butt, and subsequently ended up putting 4 fingers inside me. He photographed me from behind with my juices dripping down my things . Then he came and started milking my boobs, actually milking them like the milkman milks his cows. Believe me women, all of you should try this at least ones. IF you are lactating, get your husbands/boyfriends to do this to you, specially if you are big breasted. Get yourself photographed like this, it acts as a major turn on later !! ooooohhh, it felt so good! We had another session of hot hot HOT sex later which went on all night long.

23rd post again .... facelift

2011-10-19T23:11:00.000-07:00

“Belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence.”“If you think you know what the hell is going on, you're probably full of shit.”“Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.” Robert Anton Wilson quote

twitter stupid pictures

2011-10-19T23:00:00.000-07:00

Hi, Enjoy the most stupid pictures posted on twitter. People behave so strange some times...have fun:

the sexiest woman in Romania

2011-10-19T22:49:00.000-07:00

Yeah,Romania has a lot of good looking sexy girls.... Many come as turists only for the nice ladies you can find here...Some experts nominated Andreea

Andreea Raicu is considered to be top notch looking sexy lady.More pictures with her here: www.andreearaicu.ro

love love love

2011-10-19T01:44:00.001-07:00

Love under will shall be the whole of the law! remember?

sex magick book - Mr Crowley

2011-10-17T13:19:00.000-07:00

I am going to reveal to you the sex magick book written by Mr Crowley
Here it is:

Basic Techniques of Sex Magick
The main requirement for doing any kind of sex magick
(one could
almost say any kind of magick whatsoever) is the ability to concen-
trate
single-mindedly, ie with no other thoughts at all intruding.
This ability is developed by the practice of dhyana yoga or a similar
art.
The clearest instruction on basic yoga that i have seen is
'eight lectures on yoga'
by aleister crowley.
When doing any type of sex magick you should formulate your 'telos'
(purpose) clearly beforehand, concentrate on it single-mindedly and
'background' it.
During sex concentration is best directed towards the
matter at hand (or whatever);
i have founf it to be more than
ordinarily important to stay 'in the moment'
(ie, neither think of
past events or future events, but just what is occurring at the
present
moment). At orgasm the telos should overwhelm the mind, if you
are doing it correctly your
mental state will approach dhyana at this
point.
masturbatory sex magick --- VIII degree OTO
formulate your telos, background it.
begin sexual stimulation.
at orgasm:
(males) the telos should overwhelm your mind;
the semen can
either be consumed (eaten) or used to charge a prepared talisman(which, needless to say, should also express your telos).
(females) with each orgasm the telos should overwhelm your mind;
as the orgasm recedes
background again (repeat until done). the
vaginal fluids can be treated in the same fashion as
the semen
(see above).
this technique is particularly well adapted to the creation of
'magickal children', 'spirits' dedicated to a specific purpose.
In fact, it is a qabalistic idea dating (at least) to abulafia
that every time one masturbates
one creates a spirit (and for
this reason abulafia said 'you shouldn't masturbate' and to this
day chasidic jews (who incorporate a lot of qabalistic stuff into their
trip) aren't
(theoretically) supposed to).
heterosexual sex magick --- IX degree OTO
it is possible for one participant to do this with
the other completely
unaware of what is going on; I find this ethically questionable.
from
a strictly practical viewpoint, however, if you are going to use another
person to do
something like this (let's not mince words) it is best that
they be _completely_ ignorant of what
you are doing; partial awareness
could adversely affect the performance or result of the working.
assuming both the male and the female participant are conscious of
the working,
the telos should be agreed upon beforehand, concentrated
upon, and backgrounded by both
participants. the male participant's
orgasm should be delayed as long as possible
(there are various tech-
niques for doing this; a good one is described in 'stations of the tide'
by
michael swanwick pp 86 ff (paperback edition (Avon books 1992))).
multiple
orgasms in the female participant are desireable. after the male
participant ejaculates,
the mixed fluids are taken up by him via
cunnilingus (and it is well if this is prolonged also)
and shared
with the female participant (in a kiss). this elixir is then consumed.part of it can also be used to charge a prepared talisman.
there are slightly different formulae employed depending on whether
the female participant is
menstruating or not (in fact indian tantrics
differentiate 16 seperate formulae depending on
where in her menstrual
cycle a woman is (pandunath, personal communication)).
crowley developed several formulae of homosexual sex magick (XI degree
OTO);
I am inclined myself to describe the XI degree OTO as whatever
one personally has the most
inhibitions built up against. with crowley
it was taking the receptive position in anal
intercourse (I would not,
however deny that this is an *extremely* powerful formula, due mostly(I think) to the highly absorptive character of the rectum), for John
Dee and Edward Kelley
(and their wives) it was wife swapping. for a
very high kinsey gay person it might well be
heterosexual sex; whatever
it is for each individual its first use is always characterized by
the
breaking down of barriers and it remains a powerful formula
thereafter.
You now know enough to begin research on your own.
Loved this book?
Other books that may be interesting to you:
Aleister Crowley : "Poems"
Classic Poetry Series. Aleister Crowley. Poems.

crowley sex magic link

2011-10-17T12:45:00.000-07:00

Hi again,

Here is a link where you can find more about Crowley's sex magick rituals:

http://darkbooks.org/pp.php?v=106500492

Turn on Tune in Drop out -> 23

The G Shaman

aleister crowley and the magic of sex

2011-10-17T12:38:00.000-07:00

Let me give you all an insight about the so called magicians of the 19th and 20th century.

His name is Aleister Crowley, he was a great man, he had a very big influence to many men and
women from today but mainly he had the biggest influence into the secret societies that may be
dealing with black magic, or superpowers that will forever be sealed from the masses view or impressions.

He was one of the fathers of modern magic, and also the founder of many secret spelling rituals or even
black magic or sex magic rituals.

Enjoy his picture:

He even had a tremendous influence to my subconsciousness and also to our collective subconsciousness or to our modern collective mind, as Young used to name this rainbow of subliminal perceptions.

He used to search for his magic muse, he had found some musses during his lifetime.

Should I also mention that he used drugs, shrooms and other psychedelic substances?

He used to say:

"love under will should be the whole of the law"

He has got into my brains too.

He has influenced people like Robert Anton Wilson, Richard Bandler, Ozzy Osborne, Jimmy Page, Tim Leary.... Google them if you want to dig into this...

If you are interested in sex magic rituals, let me show you some other pictures:

different way of showing love

2011-10-17T00:27:00.000-07:00

"yes they are two paths you can go along the way, but in the long run you can change the road you're on"

of course this lyrics from Led Zeppelin band - can be addressed to the spiritual path you are on, and in the long run you can change it, cause' somehow nothing really matters.

or you can address these lyrics to the gay community showing understanding about their new sexual perspective and approach.

or you can refer to the two different types of love manifested by people...

men express their love like tigers and lions... based on intensity, feeling and passion - quick and then they need a rest, a brake out from the tentacles of women's passion and love....

and women manifest their love based on the feelings of security and protection... in a continual and perpetual desire to hold near the men they love or even suffocate....

stay tuned

the g Shaman

fantasy for you

2011-10-16T06:12:00.000-07:00

Some interesting male fantasies that you can have the rare privilege to enjoy only once in years:

│As kids, we had fantasies about being an astronaut who explores new planets or being the first female president of the United States. As hormonal teens, our fantasies were a tad sexier, either when we swooned over Fabian or Elizabeth Taylor or some pinup star who made our pulses pound harder, wondering what it would be like to be "with" them. But now that we're all adults (we are, aren't we?), it seems that these latter fantasies haven't subsided … and that's a good thing!

— Barnaby Hall

In the recent AARP Sex, Romance, and Relationships survey, we found out that 25 percent of you have sexy thoughts or erotic dreams at least once a day, with 16 percent having them more than once a day. Men are more than five times as likely as women to say they have such thoughts. For example, 45 percent of men and just 8 percent of women say they have erotic thoughts once or more each day. Many sex researchers have noted the fantasy gap and wondered why it exists.

Some experts feel that women's sexual imaginations have been so effectively criticized as "unnatural" that many women edit themselves by not allowing fantasies at all. Other researchers have noted that girls are much less likely to masturbate than boys and so they are less likely to create fantasies that help build and sustain arousal to orgasm. Personally, I think if society were to give women free rein—which approximates what we are doing now—the fantasy gap would largely disappear. Anyone who has read Nancy Friday's My Secret Garden, the classic book on female sexual fantasies, has a different picture of what varied and imaginative sexual fantasies that women are capable of having.

These fantasies decrease as we get older, though. Of those surveyed, more than half the men in their 50s say they are thinking sexy thoughts more than once a day, compared to 12 percent of women. When men reach their 60s, the frequent fantasies drop to about 42 percent; and in their 70s, to 27 percent. Only about 1 percent of women in their 70s think about sex that often.

Still, what's interesting is what everyone is fantasizing about. You might think it's sex with a mega-hot celeb—one like Angelina Jolie or George Clooney. Guess again.

Nearly 38 percent of all fantasies or thoughts are about sex with a stranger and sex with more than one person at a time (which comes in at a distant second place at 21 percent). Men report having fantasies about sex with a stranger (44 percent), compared to 28 percent of female respondents, and men are three times as likely to think about sex with more than one person at a time (30 percent, compared to 10 percent of women). Men and women were more alike about celebrity fantasies (20 percent, compared with 17 percent), and a similar number of men and women (9 percent and 8 percent) imagined having sex with someone of the same sex
.

LSD trip

2011-10-14T23:26:00.000-07:00

HI,

with all the risk my blog can get to be banned or get an notice from google, i will write about
the following topic, sexual drugs trips....

I have written more on my first blog beasyoureallyare.blogspot.com and I continue some ideas here.

Regarding hallucinogenic drugs, these drugs are open minders, exactly like the symbol of the key
from Alice in Wonderland, these drugs open some doors, to the doors....

The idea is that hallucinogenic substances expand the human consciousness. But be warned !!!
There is a price for it, the first cost will constituted out from loosing your mind, your idea of you, your
grip...

So, making love on these hallucinogenic substances can be a real different experience from day to day life.
You have to try this, but only and only a very few times in your life time...

Turn on ! Tune in ! Drop out!

With love

The G Shaman

2011-10-13T03:50:00.001-07:00

The angel lost her wings....

Now she's a gorgeous woman.... in the body and soul of Monica Belucci...

Enjoy what is nice !

love what is sincere!

2011-10-13T03:44:00.000-07:00

HI again,

One important idea is the following:

Some let's call secret organizations or group of people want the masses to be as morally sleepy as possible.

They, in a way, are interested that the masses, the average groups of people to be as ignorant as possible. Why is that ? The answer is simple to keep them away from the real inlfuence, from the real power.

Yes they are very gready, gready for power, for these kind of people which are one in one hundreed thousand on earth, money represent just a number in their big accounts, money is just an instrument, power is whate they are looking to hold or mantain or even increase.

They fight between them, they are very cocky.

So what instruments they use to keep the masses ignorant? Simple: corporations, debt, banks, porn, drugs, media, and carrier ilusions. ... Other may exist there such as viruses, deases etc... but are not so obvious and also they use our day to day "rat rice" for money or career to keep us busy.

Simple....

With love
THE G SHAMAN FOR U

PS maybe the archangel Gabriel will come through this human form to help the sleepy masses

naked women

2011-10-12T13:04:00.000-07:00

Tits, Pussy, naked women - these are things that attract us men a bit... or a bit more..

But what really happens after the orgasm ? Have you every thought about this issue?

Why minutes, or even hours before men have an orgasm they are or we are, cause I am a man too,

so eager to have a sexual intercourse, or to jerk of... cause many of us still do it, tnx or because of
all that porn and sexual agresivity around us...

The thing is that before and after - 4 minutes before our orgasm..and 1 or 2 minutes after - we are
completely different human beings...

I for instance, I am sincere here and I tell you, I even am perplexed by how different I get in terms
of desires, in terms of attitudes towards sex.

You ? may be u2? :)

Keep it rolling - and enjoy women not masturbation... now I sound like a 17 years old bachelor..

Which I am not ;)

Enjoy Madonna and Lady Gaga

Keep the rocks up !!!;)

sex666sex

2011-10-12T05:36:00.001-07:00

sex666sex

Yes, of course, I use to have sex666sex.com domain
until a good

friend of mine decided to transform it into a porn tube.

I am a big fan of sex and sex related topics, but I don't
really want to

promote porn.

Yes ggg or 666 will rule the world some how..

No no no not 666 but the ones who work behind

this great symbol.

With love the G Shaman

keep it rolling

2011-10-11T22:32:00.000-07:00

Howdy,

Just came to office, nothing really special around....

hey you know what experimented bloggers recommend? They do recommend to write posts that are timeless, in order for the reader to be able and be interested to read your posts even in one year time and so on...
One year... 4 seasons, ....

Hey, let me show you some pictures of Madonna and her nice body... She was young then ... What is fascinating about Madonna is that she never gave up, she was and still is a great fighter, a lioness in her spirit...

Many of us don't even imagine what she did in order to touch this success, how you touch this kind of success and not give up, after your on the top, after you have more than several millions of $. For her success was more than fame and money.

Nowadays she practices more than 2 hours a day, EVERYDAY, of Yoga. She is extraordinary...

Enjoy the pictures ;) keep it rolling ;)

ancient rituals.

2011-10-11T02:53:00.001-07:00

These rituals I was writing about in my last post are rituals that involve sex, ritualised orgies, dance and trances.

The idea is that on drugs some similar parties may take place in different parts of the globe, rituals and parties that involve sex and orgies.

Now the idea is that these orgiastic ceremonies were done thousands of years ago in order for the chaotic reproduction rituals, or our so called orgies, to give reproductive energy through the men's semen and through the women's body fluids, so give reproductive energy to our Mother Earth or Gaea.

The idea is this, if these kind of rituals took place if orgy and trance and dance were intensively practiced, the next year would be perfect for agriculture and the rest....

For grapes for men to make the wine to get drunken in the next year at their orgiastic party.

With love

The G Shaman

2011-10-11T01:55:00.000-07:00

Hi, Let me show you a place many men and maybe also many women would have loved to be, to take part to.It was an Erotic Show conducted by MISA YOGA Organization from Romania, at the sea side, near Constanta in a resort called Costinesti.The Erotic Show held every year in August is dedicated to the godess of sex and chaos: ERIS>I say ERIS because I love her, I emhpasize her powers, they call it different.... With love THe G SHaman Enjoy the pics ...

2011-10-10T02:57:00.001-07:00

Yeah,

Women for you, for us ...

Why do men get frustrated if they regulate just one woman for more than some months?

The idea is simple, because of their phisiology, becuase of their body.

Sometimes, after having sex only with one woman, they need to change, their hormones in their bodies need to change the smell of that woman, need to change the pussy... and don't forget the pair of tits.

This being said I share a sexy new model for us all to enjoy!

And God Bless US ALL

2011-10-09T12:16:00.000-07:00

The secret...is that all men like big tits, and sexy tits in general..

What men like is not necesarly big huge tits, no some of them may love small but nice and round tits, or pear like tits or apple shaped tits...

But I tell you all a secret men love nice looking healthy tits on a nice looking very fit woman ;)

2011-10-09T12:02:00.000-07:00

I am going to present to you all how breasts can arouse women's passion.

Some ways to really get into touching your lover's breast, or if you're a woman, on touching your own or your lover breasts to...

So you want to know how to touch a woman’s breasts? Several weeks ago I put together an article called How to Touch a Woman that I thought would have covered this topic. Apparently I was wrong as I have had almost 700 requests for a follow-up article addressing women’s breasts specifically. I have included a Heidi Klum video where she discusses the topic for entertainment purposes.
WARNING: This article contains graphic descriptions which should be obvious based on the title of the article. Stop reading now if you cannot handle anything above a PG rating.

A Few Notes Before We Begin

This article is written to cover the largest percentage of women. There will absolutely by women that do not fit in any specific category or that can and will behave entirely different than you would expect. The first and best advice I can give is that your girlfriend, wife, or lover is unique, women vary wildly in this subject matter in particular. The best solution is to pay careful attention to the woman you are with and use this article as a guideline. Worst case; see the advice at the end of this article.

No encounter with a female should begin by touching her breasts unless she puts your hands there, she is paid for by the hour, or it is somehow socially acceptable to do so in some odd scenario for some strange reason. Breasts are just one part of her anatomy that can be stimulated though there are far more stimulating parts for her, on her body you should visit before you get to her breasts. For the sake of clarity, there are a good 30 to 50 parts (depending upon how you define a woman’s parts) you should touch in the buildup to touching her breasts (unless your specific female says otherwise.) You would do well to read How to Touch a Woman first.

Factors to Consider Before You Begin Your Encounter

How you should touch her breasts depends upon a myriad of factors that no one with the exception of the owner of said breasts can give you absolute clarity on. You will need a lot of feedback from her to know if you are touching her right. With that in mind, these are the factors that may force you to modify your tactics with her somewhat.

Her Opinion of her own Breasts

Some women love the breasts they have and enjoy flaunting what they have got, some women feel very insecure about their breasts and spend money trying to conceal, hide, fluff, or bury them as best they can and would rather pretend they do not have breasts. Then there are all the women in between.

Still other women, as mentioned in the previous article, dislike their breasts because they cannot sleep on their stomach, they cannot run, they make her shoulders hurt with the high dollar bras they have to wear to keep "the girls" from pointing to her toes.

How Sore or Sensitive her Breasts are

Beyond the mental factor of how the woman feels about her own breasts, there are the sensitivity variations.

Soreness

Some women have breasts that hurt or nipples that get sore for one reason or another at various times of the month. Like everything else with a woman, sometimes the soreness is predictable; sometimes soreness can come and go during the course of a day.

Sensitivity

Still another variable is how sensitive her breasts are at any given point in time. Some women have very sensitive breasts all the time; some women are carrying around breasts that are about as sensitive as water balloons, feeling almost nothing.

Certain women will have one breast that is more sensitive or a breast that stimulates her more than the other one.

This says nothing about a pregnant woman or a woman that is nursing. There are additional rules for both of these classes of women that we will not address here.

How Sexually Stimulating her Breasts can be

Some women do not find having their breasts touched sexy or romantic in the slightest, while others can get excited by having her nipples rub up against the inside of one bra or another.

General Guidelines

Typically touching a woman’s breast is a bigger deal to the more visually inclined male than the female. After all, she has to take care of them 24/7, so by in large, the magic for her is gone. She may like to watch you touch, suck, tickle or grab her breasts, but the majority of the magic she experiences is going to be generated in her head. The IDEA of having her breasts touched typically sounds better in her head than the actual event, and knowing this you should touch her in a way that lets the experience build so she can more readily get to that happy place

Katie Price on a party boat

2011-10-09T07:42:00.000-07:00

Is this the way it should be ?

Take a good look at this picture, it was randomly selected from thousands of porn pictures..

You can clearly see that that woman doesn't like it what it happens to her...

And men .. what do they do ? they just jerk on that porn not giving a dam ... on that girls.... they are hookers...big boobs, drugs, alcohol --- plain hookers...

hope this brings you food for thought

The G Shaman

ps I am sure you all like the blonde girl in the picture... but I AM more than sure you would all ... the men I am talking about.. like to screw her.. real good .. hehehe

2011-10-09T07:10:00.000-07:00

A very very nice nice girl... for you... very beautiful... very nice very attractive ... don't forget 23 ... We love you The G Shaman

2011-10-09T07:04:00.000-07:00

An incredible picture for you all to enjoy.. even the 23rd girls....

2011-10-09T06:59:00.000-07:00

Hi to you all,

Maybe you think tits23 .. why 23 ?

you probably have heard of the magic power that this number 23 holds...

It really has a magic power. It can be found deep into the collective mind ... or collective subconsiesness...

yes and by the way .. did you know that there is a film called 23?

Enjoy the nice girls ;) and the movie... 23

tits for you

2011-10-08T05:39:00.000-07:00

hi to you all again

I appreciate this weekend - to celebrate tits, sex and rock and roll!

You to all there... what nice content to provide to you all, to get you all to attract you all.

By the way, have you somebody heard of the law of attraction.

YES

THE LAW OF ATTRACTION -

the magnifique law of the Universe through which the Universe provides us what we think about, do and act.

I emphasize for you all do and act ... Let me provide you some more information..

2011-10-06T14:23:00.000-07:00

Still a Virgin .

-an epic story about a young virgin girl-

Enjoy;)

Still a Virgin
By Steffie Sherwood

?I can?t.? I said, pushing Tom?s hand off my thigh for the umpteenth time that night.

?Sure you can, don?t you want to? Don?t you like me?? his big brown puppy dog eyes looked up at me, all sad and forlorn.

?Of course I want to, and of course I like you. It?s my 18th birthday afterall, it seems appropriate that I should get laid for the first time, but I can?t.?

Tom sighed and flopped back over to the other side of my bed in frustration. We?d come here after dinner and a movie to enjoy each other and the fact that my parents were away for the weekend. I?m sure Tom had been certain he was going to get laid so I understood his frustration, but it just wasn?t going to happen.

?Why?? he asked after an excruciatingly long silence. ?Why can?t you put out if you want to? You?re eighteen now, it?s all up to you.?

?Because. My church made us promise to stay virgins until we were married ? all of us, everyone in my Sunday School class. We signed a contract and everything, and I know it sounds silly, but I don?t want to break that contract, it would be like lying to God, and that?s not cool.?

Tom sighed audibly, then turned to prop himself up on one elbow and look at me, one eyebrow raised. ?Well, as long as you stay a virgin we can still do stuff right? You didn?t say you wouldn?t enjoy any sexual activity right? Just that you would stay a virgin.?

I thought about it for a moment and then smiled, ?That?s right! We can still do stuff.?

Tom pounced, not giving me time for any second thoughts or anything like that. Within seconds he was on top of me, pulling my sweater up over my head. I have big boobs and wasn?t wearing a bra, so the instant he pulled my sweater off he was greeted with a view of my big orbs as they bounced on my chest. Each pale skinned with a light colored nipple topping them, they were bigger than his hands, but that didn?t slow him down one bit. Cupping one boob in each hand he mashed them together and then lowered his head and began to suck at them. First one nipple and then the other, he seemed to be in heaven as he twisted his head from side to side, nibbling and sucking at my nipples until they hardened and stood up at attention.

?Fuck,? he whispered in awe, ?I had no idea your boobs were this big.?

I could feel myself blush a little and shrugged. ?They are kinda embarrassing ? being so much bigger than all the other girls? ? I try to hide them. Do you like them??

?Do I like them?? Tom repeated, his face a picture of shock. ?I love them, damn girl, if I?d known you had these beauties there is no way I?d have been able to wait until you were eighteen ? jail bait or not!?

I giggled and moved so that I could press my hands against the side of their fleshy mounds, mashing them together harder, so Tom could still enjoy them and have his hands free. He winked at me, and then lowered his head once more. This time I could feel his fingers kneading and pinching while his mouth worked over my nipples at the same time. All my former embarrassment melted away and I moaned and arched myself up to meet his touches, his licks.

?Damn, that feels so good Tom.? I crooned.

Slowly he lowered himself down over me, though I suspect his elbows still supported most of his weight. I could feel his growing hard on as it strained against his jeans and pressed into my thigh. I gave a little wiggle, hoping to rub against it and he groaned into my chest.

I took one hand off one of my boobs, forcing him to put one of his back there in order to keep them crushed together. With my free hand I reached down between us until I found his rock hard cock and began to stroke it through his jeans. He moaned again and let go of my titties. Bolting upright he shimmied out of his jeans and underwear and I got my first good look at his cock. I?d seen dicks before of course, in National Geographic and other books, but they were always flaccid and usually just average in size ? not only was Tom?s dick hard and standing up almost parallel to his tummy, it was fucking huge. That thing must have been ten inches long and wide? Was it ever wide.

Two feelings warred within me then, desire to be filled by that monster, and fear of the pain it would surely bring. Good thing we?d decided that I?d remain a virgin at the end of this encounter, I decided, or else I?d be ripped in half by that cock. Tom laid down beside me, where he could nipple at one of my breasts while I curled my fingers around his shaft. Starting slowly I began to stroke him, from the base of his cock where it met his balls all the way up to its head. I twisted my hand ever so slightly as I went and shivered in delight when I felt him moan into my boob once more.

Tom slid my skirt up then and nudging my panties out of the way, he began to finger my aching clit. Careful not to stick his fingers in my hole, he soaked them in the juices that ran freely from it, then rubbed against my clit, harder and harder, faster and faster, while I continued to work his dick.

?Suck it,? Tom whispered, ?I want you to suck my cock.?

Happy to oblige, after all, oral sex doesn?t rid you of your hymen, I hopped up and positioning my pussy just over his face, knelt over him. Lowering myself carefully down, I opened my mouth wide and slipped just the head of his big fat cock between my lips. I?d never sucked a cock before and I wasn?t sure what I was supposed to do. I sucked on it gently at first, and then felt Tom spreading my pussy lips and tugging me down against his face. The instant he let his tongue drift over my swollen snatch and lick at my clitty I was gone ? conscious thought evaporated from my brain and I just let instinct take over.

As I ground my pussy down against his face, I rocked back and forth on his dick ? taking as much of it as I dared into my mouth each time, swirling my tongue over it, sucking on it, and then retreating. Tom groaned against my cunt and it sent shivers of delight through my entire body, so I returned the favor, moaning hungrily when his dick was secured in my hot, wet mouth.

After several long minutes, Tom tore his lips from my pussy and groaned. ?I?m going to cum, let me come on your titties!?

Not really wanting a mouthful of cum I was happy to oblige him and let his dick slip from my mouth. While he scooted out from under me, I rolled over so I was laying on my bad. Tom looked at me and sighed, his cock was in his hand and he was rubbing it up and down, faster and faster. I smushed my boobs together once more, and he straddled me slamming his dick in between them and thrusting like mad.

?Oh my god Tom, you?re fucking my tits!? I cried out. It felt amazing. He grabbed one in each hand and smashed them together around his cock.

?Finger your pussy, touch yourself.? He ordered. Sliding my fingers down to my pussy I was surprised to find it so dripping wet, my clit so swollen. Even just brushing my finger against it sent a shiver of delicious pleasure down my spine.

?Yes.? I hissed, and began to frig it with sincerity, pressing down against the hood of my clit and rubbing it in time with the strokes of Tom between my titties. I felt my passion growing, expanding out of control ? my legs began to shake and then my whole body as I exploaded with pleasure.

As I began to orgasm Tom lost it too, pulling out of my boob cavern at the last minute to spray his load all over my chest. Cum dripped down the mountains of my boobs while I shook and shuddered beneath him.

Later, as we lay together enjoying the afterglow, I turned to look at Tom and said, ?Wow, that was amazing ? and I?m still a virgin.?

Tom laughed, ?You know what else we could do and you?d still be a virgin at the end??

?What??

?Anal sex ? that doesn?t count as losing your virginity!?

I laughed and slapped him across the chest before snuggling into his embrace, but I had to admit, some part of me was curious?

To be continued? ;)

And a nice image with Richard Branson from Virgin Group

2011-10-06T14:18:00.000-07:00

Hi to you all there...

I post some old erotic poems, literature.

You know in the old times, before porn made its way into all our media... in the old times erotism and porn were combined. A great master of this technique was Henry Miller.

All right enjoy:

Ready For Love

by Ruth KephartTake my hand and lead the way;
tell me all you want to say.
Whisper softly in my ear,
all those things I want to hear.
Kiss my lips and touch my skin;
bring out passions deep within.
Pull me close and hold me near;
take away my pain and fear.
In the darkness of the night,
be my beacon, shine your light.
In the brightness of the sun,
show me that you are the one.
Give me wings so I can fly;
for I can soar when you're nearby.
Enter my heart, break down the wall,
it's time for me to watch it fall.
I've been a prisoner, can't you see?
Break my chains and set me free.
Strip me of my armor tight;
you'll find I won't put up a fight.
Release my soul held deep within . . .
I'm ready now, let love begin.

Meadow Again

by Daniel James BurtMoon hangs, almost full
pieces of cloud scatter,
glide in soft, summer breeze.
We lay in our meadow
listening to the sound of night
her head nestled on my arm.

Night air made for kissing
dances upon our skin
chilling wherever is damp.
She stirs, quietly calls,
my name hangs on summer eve
floats about our meadow.

She sighs, moves closer
snuggling in, once again
her breath stirs, awakens.
Hands join in gentle caress
exploration shared and renewed
oh, so smooth and lovely.

We turn, lips meeting
slow, softly, delicate
building quickly to demand.
Crying out, beginning and end
collapsing, breathing ragged
moon hangs, slightly fuller.

Now enjoy the pictures I attach:

about my joker man ... posting

2011-10-06T04:22:00.000-07:00

Here, I just had some fun...

I have been writing every thing like was comming up to my mind.

You know you all out there that might be reading this...

The idea is that writing is an excelent therapy.. why ? simply because you let out ideas , flows of ideas from your self, from your mind... so get on writing..

But do not write only for you ... pick up a new blog on blogspot.com ... is free.. and somebody out there might read your post some time..

Exactly what I do now... NOW I AM WRITING A POST ON TITS23.BLOGSPOT.COM !

And somebody -- in your case just you is reading it...

Please... start writing .. get your stressing ideas out of you... let me know .. send me on gabidragomir@gmail.com an email telling me you just started..

All my love for you

Let me share with you two more tits23 tits pics:

tits tits and again tits

2011-10-06T04:05:00.000-07:00

Hi to you all,

To be totally sincere with, I started this blog just for fun,

I just started it with other 10 or more blogs of mine.

Interesting. And of course tits23 sounds nice... and it's simple.

Let me try please to bring more value to this blog by posting some interesting messages and information.

All right, let's do it !

Let's do it man ! or woman :) but I presume on this kind of topic more men can be found then women.

Let me give you some insights.... insights? yes insights about the tits fenomena ...

Have you ever heard of Freud, this guy is a kind of a master .. or was .. I'm sorry; he was an Austrian Master of the Human Mind.

Human mind - yes indeed - and also women's mind.

He is considered to be the father of deep research of the human mind: Sigmund Freud (German pronunciation: [ˈziːkmʊnt ˈfʁɔʏt]), born Sigismund Schlomo Freud (6 May 1856 – 23 September 1939), was an Austrian neurologist who founded the discipline of psychoanalysis.

This is what wiki offers us about this genius ... http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sigmund_Freud

All right, this guy discovered that the woman's tits represent an early attraction for the human mind.... so early that it starts in the first days after we are born. The new born discovers the source of food, warmth and mother security.

Yes - the oral stage starts to develop at that time, so after we become fascinated about this issue, the tits.

Now, after some years when the sexual circuit starts to make its place in our selves, a storm of contradictory and very self satisfaying thoughts start to arouse among us. YOu can read more on www.beasyoureallyare.blogspot.com

Now after that the tits start to become so attractive as they become the symbol of our total sexual spirit.

More about our beloved breasts... soon ..

With love

G the Shaman

Q

2010-12-12T16:23:00.000-08:00

Long Live The Queen

joker man ...

2010-07-06T18:19:00.001-07:00

you SEE i AM WRITing CODE

i could have written code...

but it would have been no value.... it's already written....

for a job of course....

now.... talking to YOU.... yes indeed... to YOU.... this is not a fucking piece of literature...

I simply talk to YOU.... who are YOU? ... I TELL YOU WHO THE HACK ARE YOU ... you are simply ...

a part of IT ... what is IT ?

IT'S.... YOUR FATHER... joking...

so ... talking to YOU.... or them ... or whatever... works...

Anyway, what I want to emphasize is that you know me better than anyone... you just know all
about me... so you ... know me better than anyone.

tomorrow is another nice day... can't wait for it... with love;)

Gabriel, the angel?

or the star :) or whatever... works... cliche already ... you see? :)

nice little piece of writing... YOU and I play with the sets... with the mechanics of the sets..
with the fractals, with the chemistry .... with everything... You're playing GOD...

indeed.. who ? YOU... or maybe the queen, hats off to her... or maybe Larry....

or maybe ... I ? :) or maybe John or Jim or Jerry ... Jerry ? no not that Jerry, the real Jerry?

:) hahaha The real Jerry ? or maybe the OWEL .. or maybe maybe BOB or Eris or

THEM ... from the space...

ALL right.... WRIT? what's that ?

just playing with words... no.. because YOU can come into my mind, cause I AM a part of you, or
you are a part of me...

Here is getting difficult indeed... very ... again, a genius like Larry I fucking know...

So, it's you, I love YOU but really you, I admire some of your heads, you are not a beast...

You are just you, an entity ? ... no no, YOU are more than that, GOD? Jesus? Aliens ? Moise ?

hahahahhaha

no no no, you are here, I can call you the system, I can demand a sign for you, yes you are the bus,

the BOSS:) hahaha the bus you are everything ? Matrix, Avatar ... only jokes.

YOu are here, with me always, are made of humans, some of them worms, some very good agents, some ...

some intelligence services.. .blah blah blah ...

you see, I am brain washed by you...totally ... Yes Carlsberg, very nice, you like that ? Do you ?

give me all ! give me all ! teach me good ! all right?

Sirius? the Dog star ? what ?

indeed... indeed... you talk to me in every language you know... and I don't ... Bear, Coffee, and than what ?

energy ? Oil ? 'miscare ?'

All right I am gonna send this message on the Romanian business group... just for fun, for them, your cells to enjoy...

so, as a coding conclusion for R... WHY NOT ?

BEAR, Coffee, Oil and Bread ... just for the fun .. of it....police, taxis, white cars :)

...

PS or maybe the Romanian business group consider themselves to dam serious ? for sure ... whatever works.

PPS so the a border is flooded... Romanians will manage the problem! they have experience even with brute MATTERials as a matter of fact.

honey tits

2009-10-11T12:49:00.000-07:00

honey tits poem:)

The Wizard Way by Aleister Crowley
[Dedicated to General J.C.F. Fuller]

Velvet soft the night-star glowed
Over the untrodden road,
Through the giant glades of yew
Where its ray fell light as dew
Lighting up the shimmering veil
Maiden pure and aery frail
That the spiders wove to hide
Blushes of the sylvan bride
Earth, that trembled with delight
At the male caress of Night.

Velvet soft the wizard trod
To the Sabbath of his God.
With his naked feet he made
Starry blossoms in the glade,
Softly, softly, as he went
To the sombre sacrament,
Stealthy stepping to the tryst
In his gown of amethyst.

Earlier yet his soul had come
To the Hill of Martyrdom,
Where the charred and crooked stake
Like a black envenomed snake
By the hangman's hands is thrust
Through the wet and writhing dust,
Never black and never dried
Heart's blood of a suicide.

He had plucked the hazel rod
From the rude and goatish god,
Even as the curved moon's waning ray
Stolen from the King of Day.
He had learnt the elvish sign;
Given the Token of the Nine:
Once to rave, and once to revel,
Once to bow before the devil,
Once to swing the thurible,
Once to kiss the goat of hell,
Once to dance the aspen spring,
Once to croak, and once to sing,
Once to oil the savoury thighs
Of the witch with sea-green eyes
With the unguents magical.
Oh the honey and the gall
Of that black enchanter's lips
As he croons to the eclipse
Mingling that most puissant spell
Of the giant gods of hell
With the four ingredients
Of the evil elements;
Ambergris from golden spar,
Musk of ox from Mongol jar,
Civet from a box of jade,
Mixed with fat of many a maid
Slain by the inchauntments cold
Of the witches wild and old.

He had crucified a toad
In the basilisk abode,
Muttering the Runes averse
Mad with many a mocking curse.

He had traced the serpent sigil
In his ghastly virgin vigil.
Sursum cor! the elfin hill,
Where the wind blows deadly chill
From the world that wails beneath
Death's black throat and lipless teeth.
There he had stood - his bosom bare -
Tracing Life upon the Air
With the crook and with the flail
Lashing forward on the gale,
Till its blade that wavereth
Like the flickering of Death
Sank before his subtle fence
To the starless sea of sense.

Now at last the man is come
Haply to his halidom.
Surely as he waves his rod
In a circle on the sod
Springs the emerald chaste and clean
From the duller paler green.
Surely in the circle millions
Of immaculate pavilions
Flash upon the trembling turf
Like the sea-stars in the surf -
Millions of bejewelled tents
For the warrior sacraments.
Vaster, vaster, vaster, vaster,
Grows the stature of the master;
All the ringed encampment vies
With the infinite galaxies.
In the midst a cubic stone
With the Devil set thereon;
Hath a lamb's virginal throat;
Hath the body of a stoat;
Hath the buttocks of a goat;
Hath the sanguine face and rod
Of a goddess and a god!

Spell by spell and pace by pace!
Mystic flashes swing and trace
Velvet soft the sigils stepped
By the silver-starred adept.
Back and front, and to and fro,
Soul and body sway and flow
In vertiginous caresses
To imponderable recesses,
Till at last the spell is woven,
And the faery veil is cloven
That was Sequence, Space, and Stress
Of the soul-sick consciousness.

"Give thy body to the beasts!
Give thy spirit to the priests!
Break in twain the hazel rod
On the virgin lips of God!
Tear the Rosy Cross asunder!
Shatter the black bolt of thunder!
Suck the swart ensanguine kiss
Of the resolute abyss!"
Wonder-weft the wizard heard
This intolerable word.
Smote the blasting hazel rod
On the scarlet lips of God;
Trampled Cross and rosy core;
Brake the thunder-tool of Thor;
Meek and holy acolyte
Of the priestly hells of spite,
Sleek and shameless catamite
Of the beasts that prowl the night!

Like a star that streams from heaven
Through the virgin airs light-riven,
From the lift there shot and fell
An admirable miracle.
Carved minute and clean, a key
Of purest lapis-lazuli
More blue than the blind sky that aches
(Wreathed with the stars, her torturing snakes),
For the dead god's kiss that never wakes;
Shot with golden specks of fire
Like a virgin with desire.
Look, the levers! fern-frail fronds
Of fantastic diamonds,
Glimmering with ethereal azure
In each exquisite embrasure.
On the shaft the letters laced,
As if dryads lunar-chaste
With the satyrs were embraced,
Spelled the secret of the key:
Sic pervenias. And he
Went his wizard way, inweaving
Dreams of things beyond believing.

When he will, the weary world
Of the senses closely curled
Like a serpent round his heart
Shakes herself and stands apart.
So the heart's blood flames, expanding,
Strenuous, urgent, and commanding;
And the key unlocks the door
Where his love lives evermore.

She is of the faery blood;
All smaragdine flows its flood.
Glowing in the amber sky
To ensorcelled porphyry
She hath eyes of glittering flake
Like a cold grey water-snake.
She hath naked breasts of amber
Jetting wine in her bed-chamber,
Whereof whoso stoops and drinks
Rees the riddle of the Sphinx.

She hath naked limbs of amber
Whereupon her children clamber.
She hath five navels rosy-red
From the five wounds of God that bled;
Each wound that mothered her still bleeding,
And on that blood her babes are feeding.
Oh! like a rose-winged pelican
She hath bred blessed babes to Pan!
Oh! like a lion-hued nightingale
She hath torn her breast on thorns to avail
The barren rose-tree to renew
Her life with that disastrous dew,
Building the rose o' the world alight
With music out of the pale moonlight!
O She is like the river of blood
That broke from the lips of the bastard god,
When he saw the sacred mother smile
On the ibis that flew up the foam of Nile
Bearing the limbs unblessed, unborn,
That the lurking beast of Nile had torn!

So (for the world is weary) I
These dreadful souls of sense lay by.
I sacrifice these impure shoon
To the cold ray of the waning moon.
I take the forked hazel staff,
And the rose of no terrene graff,
And the lamp of no olive oil
With heart's blood that alone may boil.
With naked breast and feet unshod
I follow the wizard way to God.

Wherever he leads my foot shall follow;
Over the height, into the hollow,
Up to the caves of pure cold breath,
Down to the deeps of foul hot death,
Across the seas, through the fires,
Past the palace of desires;
Where he will, whether he will or no,
If I go, I care not whither I go.

For in me is the taint of the faery blood.
Fast, fast its emerald flood
Leaps within me, violent rude
Like a bestial faun's beatitude.
In me the faery blood runs hard:
My sires were a druid, a devil, a bard,
A beast, a wizard, a snake and a satyr;
For - as my mother said - what does it matter?
She was a fay, pure of the faery;
Queen Morgan's daughter by an aery
Demon that came to Orkney once
To pay the Beetle his orisons.

So, it is I that writhe with the twitch
Of the faery blood, and the wizard itch
To attain a matter one may not utter
Rather than sink in the greasy splutter
Of Britons munching their bread and butter;
Ailing boys and coarse-grained girls
Grown to sloppy women and brutal churls.
So, I am off with staff in hand
To the endless light of the nameless land.

Darkness spreads its sombre streams,
Blotting out the elfin dreams.
I might haply be afraid,
Were it not the Feather-maid
Leads me softly by the hand,
Whispers me to understand.
Now (when through the world of weeping
Light at last starrily creeping
Steals upon my babe-new sight,
Light - O light that is not light!)
On my mouth the lips of her
Like a stone on my sepulchre
Seal my speech with ecstasy,
Till a babe is born of me
That is silent more than I;
For its inarticulate cry
Hushes as its mouth is pressed
To the pearl, her honey breast;
While its breath divinely ripples
The rose-petals of her nipples,
And the jetted milk he laps
From the soft delicious paps,
Sweeter than the bee-sweet showers
In the chalice of the flowers,
More intoxicating than
All the purple grapes of Pan.

Ah! my proper lips are stilled.
Only, all the world is filled
With the Echo, that drips over
Like the honey from the clover.
Passion, penitence, and pain
Seek their mother's womb again,
And are born the triple treasure,
Peace and purity and pleasure.

- Hush, my child, and come aloft
Where the stars are velvet soft!

all all all just a joke

2009-09-30T14:02:00.000-07:00

Hi,

Isn't it like that..

Just turn the TV on .. and see with your eyes open...

That all all is just a simple joke...

Don't forget .. visit sex666sex.com and tizzysex.com ...

And very soon 123weightlossforme.com.... the great ebook for weight losing will be there..

Now the picture and the poem.. as you might have been aquainted...

chocolate milk, chocolate syrup, chocolate cup
when im putting in chocolate syrup i put too much
i wish i had a chocolate pup in a chocolate cup
in a chocolate world!

but that would be alot to eat
for just one little girl!

if chocolate was a talent
Id be the chocolate master!
chocolate storms and tornadoes are natural chocolate disasters!

there would be chocolate houses and chocolate apartments and chocolate hotels for rent!
People eating chocolate all day without paying a single cent!
All their money would be in chocolate banks w chocolate robbers
Chocolate dinners like chocolate spaghetti and chocolate covered lobsters!

Chocolate chocolate chocolate BOOO!
(and no vanilla)
Drew

the last days of september...The Michael Jackson movie...

2009-09-25T20:18:00.000-07:00

Hi...

I know... the film...

Michael Jackson's presence can truly be felt at L.A. Live's Nokia Plaza, where his biggest fans have begun lining up for the opportunity to dance with him once again. This Is It, the Michael Jackson film will premiere in October and tickets go on sale Sept 27, 2009 at 12:01am.

But hey... is it going to be for real?

Is it going to be the real Michael Jackson movie?

But if you are a true Jackson fan with access to Los Angeles, there is only one place you will be spending the weekend, in the plaza at L.A. Live. Here you will spend time on the concrete ground, making Starbucks runs, listening to the music from the 102.7 Kiis FM booth, watching the screens filled with decorative advertisements, sharing Michael Jackson memories and of course....moonwalking ALL night long.
The line for tickets opened Sept 24, 2009 at 5pm and fans were there, ready to be first in line to ensure they would not miss out on this intimate opportunity.

The film opens October 27 at L.A. Live's new Regal Cinema, showing on all 14 screens. There will be 3,000 tickets available for this prescreening on October 27 but not to worry, it will be in theaters for 2 weeks afterwards. You can buy tickets to see it just as you would any other movie, except it is Michael Jackson so they will fly like hotcakes.

The film, will be filled with backstage footage of Michael Jackson's This Is It tour, which was set to launch just days after his death. There is no doubt this film will expose never before seen footage and leave fans with tear filled eyes and dancing feet. It is in a sense a way to relive Jackson's life after his sudden death, to be seemingly in awe of the shape he was in and the show he would have put on. This film, is IT, Jackson's tour will be seen by millions just as he had planned, although he himself is gone.

Don't forget... to enjoy it... don't forget to feel the real Michael behind the story.. to feel him, to love him.. to learn to love as he used to love....

Peace!!!

PS The poem:

Another poem for Michael Jackson? What say you?
Glittered Glove
By Koye Lott

Child with no childhood
go play in the Garden of Love
where days never end
Child with a song
you sang on the stage of this world
your song never ends

From afro to curls
from disco to moonwalk
like you glided on air
From five to just one
off the wall you thriller of shows
tell me who can compare

The King is Dead!
The King is Dead!
Long live the King!
are the cries in my head...

Taken away only yesterday
now your fans do mourn
now your fans come and say
Goodbye Michael Jackson
you still have our love
Go and dance in the sky
waving your glittered glove.....
3 months ago

the difference...

2009-09-17T14:03:00.000-07:00

Hi,

I know that so many of you have some sexual problems...

Problems?

You may ask yourself, as you might know, Freud used to say that almost 99% of all the emotional problems are sexual..

It can be, but the fact is, that sexual issues are everywhere... even the dominance issues have sexual influences..

Let me emphasize to you that making love for man.. is a little bit consuming, it consumes the yang energy of the male..

Making love for woman is different... is charging with sexual yang energy and flowing back with yin, passive, sexual energy...

Now the poem and the picture for you out there...

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An Oath

(An Oath wrtitten during the Dawn Meditation)

Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee ! my will inspire
With secret sperm of subtle, free, creating Fire!
Mould thou my very flesh as Thine, renew my birth
In childhood merry as divine, enchenated earth!
Dissolve my rapture in Thine own, a sacred slaugther
Whereby to capture and atone the soul of water!
Fill thou my mind with gleaming Thought intense and rare
To One refined, outflung to naught, the Word of Air!
Most, bridal bound, my quintessentil Form thus freeing
From self, be found one Selfhood blent in Spirit Being.

Aleister Crowley

from me again

2009-09-16T11:35:00.001-07:00

As you might know my main blog is beasyoureallyare.blogspot.com

but given the fact that I started on internet business with some porn sites... such as
sex666sex.com and tizzysex.com I also focused on this blog...

This blog is different from two points of view, first is mine, and I am different... and second it has a different kind of combination... very nice free pics with nice tits and a poem...

The poems ... indeed... why poems? cause... these days our modern culture forgets a lot the artistical metaphors... everything just began to be presented as products for animals... animals?

Yes... modern human person is a consumer... nothing more then a machine...

Here you have the picture of today and also the poem....

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Be Not Sad

Be not sad because all men
Prefer a lying clamour before you:
Sweetheart, be at peace again -- -
Can they dishonour you?

They are sadder than all tears;
Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.
Proudly answer to their tears:
As they deny, deny.

James Joyce

fascination for breasts

2009-09-15T00:23:00.000-07:00

Here I'll try to emphasize to you the reason
behind the fascination of men for breasts.

This obsession comes form the Oral Phase of development.

When the child is born he or she discovers the breasts of his or her mother.

The breasts are the first source of food. But more then that these organs are the first source for warmth and safety too.

From this Oral Phase of development the fascination for the Oral Excitement and Oral Way of Discovering the World comes.

Love the breasts... that feeds you!!!

The G Shaman...

au bal

2009-09-10T06:17:00.000-07:00

Au Bal


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[Dedicated to Horace Sheridan-Bickers]

A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs,
The madness of the music that entrances
All life in its delirium of dances!
The white world glitters in the void, and swims
Through the infinite seas of transcendental trances.
Yea! all the hoarded seed of all my fancies
Bursts in a shower of suns! The wine-cup brims
And bubbles over; I drink deep hymns
Of sorceries, of spells, of necromancies;
And all my spirit shudders; dew bedims
My sight -these girls and their alluring glances!
Their eyes that burn like dawn's lascivious lances
Walking all earth to love -to love! Life skims
The cream of joy. If God could see what man sees,
(Intoxicating Nellies, Mauds and Nances!)
I see Him leave the sapphrine expanses,
The choir serene and the celestial air
To swoon into their sacramental hair!

Aleister Crowley

blonde wet tits

2009-08-26T15:45:00.000-07:00

Hi to all,

Missed some posts around here ? eh?

You know.. today I just went to a Madonna concert...

She had all these masonic subtle messages..

She seems to be so on the wave ... but she has a certain type of sadness...

Any ways the tits for today... enjoy.. be happy!

kelly kelly

2009-08-17T08:14:00.000-07:00

The mission of ourselves...on Earth ...

This is a very important questions. What is Your Mission?

Think of it minute by minute, day by day.

Take a look at this nice photo:

new tits

2009-08-11T02:23:00.000-07:00

Hi friends,

All the best...

Have you forgotten the beuaty of the tits...

A great poem for you now ro remember and to feel a little more confident...

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream---and not make dreams your master;
If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings---nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling

long time no seeing

2009-08-03T14:06:00.000-07:00

so ... three pair of boobs...

summer boobs..

Hey no poem for today ... just one link ...

the poem ... is the sexy girl waiting for you in the dark... to love u, to worship you .... to devore u... hmmm hahahha

sex666sex.com

Sunday tits....

2009-07-26T13:19:00.001-07:00

Hi,

Long time no new pair of breasts ... on the blog..

Indeed... take a look at this nice tube... sex666sex.com

Enjoy...

And for you... the Sunday tits...

alien breasts

2009-07-21T02:29:00.000-07:00

Alien

What would you do if an Alien landed in the playground?
Would you stand there shouting, ‘Teacher, teacher!
Please Sir, please Miss,
There’s this great big thing with wobbly eyes and six pink legs, Sir!’

Or would you stand still and stare,
And maybe poke at it a bit with sticks
And throw a ball in its mouth,
Or perhaps push Shorty or Fatso or Snotty forwards
To see if they got eaten ?

Imagine if the teacher came out instead and shouted,
‘Oy! You there! You with the six legs! Yes, YOU!
Get back where you came from NOW!
THIS INSTANT!’

What do you think it would do ?
Would it sit there, humming,
Before gently lifting off and floating away back into space ?

Or would it stick a long tendril out,
Wrap it around Teacher,
And suck Teacher back into its mouth?

‘Yum, yum!’ it might go,
And you’d all cheer, and laugh,
And maybe one or two of the girls would cry
Because Teacher was really quite nice, after all.

Or perhaps the Alien would open wide a wobbly eye,
Shoot a long, lazy glare,
And then raise two tendrils in a V-shape
Before blowing a big raspberry?

Well, what would YOU do if you were an Alien
Landing in the playground ?

I know what I would do.

kiss

2009-07-17T14:59:00.000-07:00

I've never had the chance
To kiss your beautiful lips
To hold you tight all day
To run my fingers through your hair
Or talk to you till the sun comes up

My mind says this won't be so
But my heart knows different
Someday I will do these wonderful things
And never let you go

No matter how long it takes
No matter how many tears it makes
I will see you
Kiss you
And hold you
Until the end of time

by Gary R. Hess

http://tinyurl.com/l4l5ou

2009-07-16T17:01:00.000-07:00

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last song

2009-07-16T16:53:00.000-07:00

Last song of the great king of pop
Michael:

http://tinyurl.com/m59t44

Love and piece for all

http://tinyurl.com/nv4fww

fiesta melons

2009-07-14T02:48:00.001-07:00

Fiesta Melons

In Benidorm there are melons,
Whole donkey-carts full

Of innumerable melons,
Ovals and balls,

Bright green and thumpable
Laced over with stripes

Of turtle-dark green.
Chooose an egg-shape, a world-shape,

Bowl one homeward to taste
In the whitehot noon :

Cream-smooth honeydews,
Pink-pulped whoppers,

Bump-rinded cantaloupes
With orange cores.

Each wedge wears a studding
Of blanched seeds or black seeds

To strew like confetti
Under the feet of

This market of melon-eating



Sylvia Plath
Fiesta-goers.

the sexy cow ....

2009-07-11T01:06:00.000-07:00

Purple Cow Poem

knock knock

who are you

knock knock

moo

what are you doing

i can't understand

who are you

what are you man

i am my dreams

and so it would seem

i think i am glad

i think i have had

a good deal

a great day

being a cow

i have to graze

the grass is purple

and so you will know

i am the purple cow

you will know where i go

hippie breasts....

2009-07-10T14:15:00.000-07:00

Hippie days

Posted September 6th, 2008 by FreeSpirit

They say if you remember the 60's
You probably wasn't there
I remember strutting my stuff
Skin tight bells, long blonde hair
Hitched from Maine to California
without the fear that I would die
There was pot everywhere
Half my world was high
Communes sprang up everywhere
There was always a place to stay
Homeless was not the problem
It seems to be today
Farmers trusted us
We'd camp out in their field
Today it is bend or break
Occasionally we yield
Oh,the elders frowned
They did not understand
We were young and alive
Living off the land
The world was our oyster
We were the pearl in the shell
Wanting to be alittle high
Wanting to raise alot of hell
We traveled from town to town
And we'd create quite a fuss
In our brightly painted
mini bus
Every generation seems
To have it's own thing to prove
I remember my hippie days
This chick was in the groove

pan the fallen

2009-07-10T00:15:00.000-07:00

Pan the Fallen

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1 He wandered into the market
2 With pipes and goatish hoof;
3 He wandered in a grotesque shape,
4 And no one stood aloof.
5 For the children crowded round him,
6 The wives and greybeards, too,
7 To crack their jokes and have their mirth,
8 And see what Pan would do.

9 The Pan he was they knew him,
10 Part man, but mostly beast,
11 Who drank, and lied, and snatched what bones
12 Men threw him from their feast;
13 Who seemed in sin so merry,
14 So careless in his woe,
15 That men despised, scarce pitied him,
16 And still would have it so.

17 He swelled his pipes and thrilled them,
18 And drew the silent tear;
19 He made the gravest clack with mirth
20 By his sardonic leer.
21 He blew his pipes full sweetly
22 At their amused demands,
23 And caught the scornful, earth-flung pence
24 That fell from careless hands.

25 He saw the mob's derision,
26 And took it kindly, too,
27 And when an epithet was flung,
28 A coarser back he threw;
29 But under all the masking
30 Of a brute, unseemly part,
31 I looked, and saw a wounded soul,
32 And a god-like, breaking heart.

33 And back of the elfin music,
34 The burlesque, clownish play,
35 I knew a wail that the weird pipes made,
36 A look that was far away,—
37 A gaze into some far heaven
38 Whence a soul had fallen down;
39 But the mob only saw the grotesque beast
40 And the antics of the clown.

41 For scant-flung pence he paid them
42 With mirth and elfin play,
43 Till, tired for a time of his antics queer,
44 They passed and went their way;
45 Then there in the empty market
46 He ate his scanty crust,
47 And, tired face turned to heaven, down
48 He laid him in the dust.

49 And over his wild, strange features
50 A softer light there fell,
51 And on his worn, earth-driven heart
52 A peace ineffable.
53 And the moon rose over the market,
54 But Pan the beast was dead;
55 While Pan the god lay silent there,
56 With his strange, distorted head.

57 And the people, when they found him,
58 Stood still with awesome fear.
59 No more they saw the beast's rude hoof,
60 The furtive, clownish leer;
61 But the lightest in that audience
62 Went silent from the place,
63 For they knew the look of a god released
64 That shone from his dead face.

William Wilfred Campbell

poem for nuns

2009-07-08T11:47:00.000-07:00

  The Irish Fire-Eating Nun       Sister Mary Clare stood in front of her class,     tipped back her head and swallowed     a flaming torch. The circus had been in town     and she learned to do it because she knew     then the boys would pay closer attention.

mr crowley poem...

2009-07-07T00:09:00.000-07:00

La Gitana

Your hair was full of roses in the dewfall as we danced,
The sorceress enchanting and the paladin entranced,
In the starlight as we wove us in a web of silk and steel
Immemorial as the marble in the halls of Boabdil,
In the pleasuance of the roses with the fountains and the yews
Where the snowy Sierra soothed us with the breezes and the dews!
In the starlight as we trembled from a laugh to a caress,
And the God came warm upon us in our pagan allegresse.
Was the Baile de la Bona too seductive? Did you feel
Through the silence and the softness all the tension of the steel?
For your hair was full of roses, and my flesh was full of thorns,
And the midnight came upon us worth a million crazy morns.
Ah! my Gipsy, my Gitana, my Saliya! were you fain
For the dance to turn to earnest? - O the sunny land of Spain!
My Gitana, my Saliya! more delicious than a dove!
With your hair aflame with roses and your lips alight with love!
Shall I see you, shall I kiss you once again? I wander far
From the sunny land of summer to the icy Polar Star.
I shall find you, I shall have you! I am coming back again
From the filth and fog to seek you in the sunny land of Spain.
I shall find you, my Gitana, my Saliya! as of old
With your hair aflame with roses and your body gay with gold.
I shall find you, I shall have you, in the summer and the south
With our passion in your body and our love upon your mouth -
With our wonder and our worship be the world aflame anew!
My Gitana, my Saliya! I am coming back to you!

Aleister Crowley

surrealist monkey

2009-07-05T15:06:00.000-07:00

So a couple of days ago, I found myself having to write an essay about the Peasants' Revolt for a history exam. Only two problems with this:
1. I'd only just found out I was taking an exam, and
2. I hadn't studied any history whatsoever for over twenty years.

But when you're thrown suddenly into these situations, you have to improvise. And after a couple of minutes of panic-stricken staring at the blank paper, I started to come up with a plan. Using the name of Wat Tyler as a starting point (the only concrete fact I knew about the Peasants' Revolt), I'd throw together a made-up collage of every other historical revolution I could remember, in the hope that at least a couple of the details would also apply here. Having settled on this as a course of action, I picked up my pen and -

- and then I woke up.

Christ. Even my dreams are post-modern assemblages cobbled together from other people's cliched old dream scenarios. It makes you wonder, does the subconscious mean anything any more? We're all so aware of what's meant to be going on under the surface of the conscious mind: has exposure to a century of dream sequences in movies, psychoanalysis and surrealist art completely infected us to the degree that we all dream in the same few archetypes nowadays?

One of the major attractions of Surrealism: Desire Unbound - an exhibition of Surrealist art showing at London's Tate Modern gallery until January 1st 2002 - is the opportunity to see how artists grappled with the unconscious mind in the early part of the 20th century, before the concept became common currency. Some history for you: Andre Breton formed the Surrealist movement in Paris in 1924, at a time when Freud was just starting to get his works translated into French, and his ideas about the revelation of our innermost desires were starting to go global. Breton said in the movement's original manifesto that its aim was to reveal "the real functioning of thought", though many other definitions have been coined subsequently, including some that are pieces of Surrealist art in their own right - how does "the chance encounter of a sewing machine and an umbrella on an operating table" grab you?

Once you get past the intro room of the exhibition - centred around Max Ernst's Man Shall Know Nothing Of This, a collision of eroticism and geometry that's presumably meant to indicate what we're to expect here - the gallery is split into thirteen roughly themed rooms, each generally consisting of a piece of art that gives the room its title, plus assorted contemporaries and other works on a similar theme.

The first room you encounter isThe Bride Stripped Bare, named after Marcel Duchamp's well-known work on glass. As it's the first famous Surrealist work visible in the exhibition, you have to fight through large crowds to see it - alternatively, just look at the back of it and imagine hard. I'd already seen Bride in the main Tate Modern collection, so I wasn't too fussed about struggling to catch it again. Besides, there are some interesting works accompanying it, notably some some dark Duchamp paintings and a selection of playful Man Ray photos (such as a self portrait achieved with a carefully lit egg whisk).

The Child's Brain is named after a Giorgio de Chirico painting that was a huge influence on Breton's formation of the movement: legend has it he saw it in a gallery window as he went past on a bus, and was so enthralled he had to terminate his journey early. This painting is on display here, but I preferred his large scale dreamscapes - all huge open spaces, vaginal arches, phallic trains and reclining figures. Also on offer here are the first of a reasonable number of Salvador Dali paintings on offer, giving me further opportunities to gawp at the way he represents light in a totally unrealistic yet lifelike way. We also get a couple of works by Max Ernst, and it's hard not to be filled with childlike delight on seeing the wooden bits attached to his painting Two Children Are Threatened By A Nightingale.

Dawn Over The City's title painting is my main discovery in this exhibition. A young version of the artist Paul Delvaux wanders through a city of naked women, while an older clothed Delvaux observes his disinterest. There's a fabulous amount of detail crammed into here, including a discreet couple of other guys in the distance and at least one skeleton. Some of Dali's wittier constructions are on display in this room, notably the self-explanatory sculpture Venus With Drawers, and the painting Couple With Their Heads Full Of Clouds (two Daliesque landscapes in man- and woman-shaped frames). It's at this point you start to realise that Dali's legendary technique would go for nothing if he didn't have the ideas to back it up: rather, the gorgeous surfaces are what lure you into exploring ideas that you may be unable (or even unwilling) to explore usually. In this room I'm also taken with Rene Magritte's A Courtesan's Palace: basically a study of a room with a passage leading off to the back, but dammit you want to see what's going on around the corner.

The Anatomies room gathers together the nude photos of Man Ray, Dora Maar et al, showing the human form abstracted to hell and beyond. Ray'sMinotaur initially has you looking for the missing head of the person in the photo, before you realise all of it is the head - the arms raised as horns, the sucked-in chest as mouth, the breasts as eyes. Next door we have The Imprint Of Desires: mainly the work of Joan Miro, who I'm happy to write off in half a paragraph because I don't really like him. You know what I was saying about technical skill without ideas to back it up? Well, that's Miro for me. The most interesting thing in here is the discovery that at least one of the Miro paintings is on loan from the collection of dead Remington guy Victor Kiam.

Halfway round the gallery, and Love, Poetry is where it's finally admitted that Surrealism was a literary movement before it moved into visual art: so what we get is a huge collection of surrealist texts and associated objects. Most of the artists customised editions of Surrealist literature with pictures and found objects, which are delightful to look at. There are also some cool adverts for the movement itself - 'if you love love, you'll love Surrealism' - and examples of surveys the Surrealists held with themselves and each other. The Tate website's attempt at a Surrealist survey isn't quite in the same style, but is rather fun to take part in (see the link below).

From this point onwards, the exhibition starts to lose some of its surprise value: shock was a major weapon of the Surrealists, and there's only so many times you can be shocked in one day. Still, The Accommodations Of Desire manages to still pull off a couple of surprises, notably in just how damn sexy Meret Oppenheim's manipulated objects are. Considering those objects are a fur-lined teacup and a pair of trussed-up shoes, that's kinda worrying.

The Robing Of The Bride is one of the few rooms to acknowledge the contributions of female artists, though it's dominated by the large Max Ernst female nude of its title. Some works by Leonora Carrington include her Cat Woman, a life sized painted female wood figure: it's the single most lovely thing on display here, but totally the wrong shape to be illustrated on this page. (Not even the Google image search linked to below appears to be any help on this one, unfortunately.) Also on display are Frida Kahlo's curiously arousing Self-Portrait With Monkey (famously on loan from Madonna - right on, motherfucker) and Dorothea Tanning's splendid Birthday, depicting a woman on the brink of 30 in front of an array of open doors.

Eros is the predictable 'dirty bit' of the exhibition, though unlike its equivalent in the main gallery it's not full of dodgy sensation seekers. Perhaps they're being put off by the taped soundtrack of orgasmic wails, replicating the sound design at Duchamp's 1959 exhibition. We get assorted black and white erotic photos, some works inspired by de Sade, and a sidebar exhibit on the work of the Czech Surrealist movement (which is interesting in the light of the film work of Jan Svankmajer). More disturbing sexuality is on display in The Games Of The Doll: entirely dedicated to Hans Bellmer's repetitive photos of deformed dolls, with one on a bed as the centrepiece of the room. Somehow it manages to be more playful and less disturbing than the similar work being performed by Jake and Dinos Chapman nowadays: possibly because Bellmer's pieces are so deformed as to lack genitalia completely, while the Chapman dolls seem to be nothing but genitalia.

The Her Throat Cut room is apparently about "the dark side of Surrealist desire", according to the catalogue. Unfortunately, nobody's really looking at the few works on the walls, as they're all gathered round a screen watching the classic Surrealist movies Un Chien Andalou andL'Age D'Or on a video loop. This is the first time I've seen Andalou, surprisingly, and it ends up like the first time you see Hamlet in a theatre. Everyone knows the most famous bits - the woman's eye being sliced open by a razor, the injured hand full of ants, the armpit hair that transfers itself to a character's mouth - and you just end up waiting for those to come around, everything else feeling like mere connective tissue. But there's no denying that Bunuel and Dali's movie still has huge visual impact after all these years, and is uproariously funny to boot. When people talk about Monty Python being surrealist humour, they tend to forget even the Pythons never came up with an image like two clergymen each dragging a grand piano with a dead horse under the lid.

The final room in the circular tour of the gallery is Erotic Objects, which returns to the theme of finding sexiness in the most unlikely of places. Duchamp's miscellaneous creepy objects - including one combination of masculine bronze and feminine dental plastic - are especially freaky. We also get (after the photos) an actual Bellmer doll that looks like two arses stuck on a torso, and Dorothea Tanning's Rainy Day Canape, looking for all the world like a sofa that's trying to shag itself. Plus Louise Bourgeois contributes something that looks like a gigantic cock on a hook, to send us all out with a smile. (Except it's at this point you've realised that you've accidentally passed one more room in the middle of the exhibition and have to go back. In fact, Before The Mirror's collection of gender-bending portraits isn't terribly exciting, though you do get to see Duchamp in drag as his feminine alter ego Rose Selavvy.)

So if you're reading this piece in the few days between its appearance on the web and the end of the exhibition, give Surrealism: Desire Unbound a go. It'll excite you, arouse you, maybe even repel you if you're lucky. And at least I managed to decide at the end of it what my Xmas card design would be for this year. Being a monkey, and all.

artificial /

2009-07-04T04:38:00.000-07:00

Nothing To Fear But Fear Itself

Villagers scurry like ants atthe howl of the chimera
and the griffon's call.
Nowhere to hide from the hydra,
the centaur, or the dragon.
Man-eaters one and all.

One man alone will stand his ground
and, like a mountain,
bars the way.
The stance, the face, the attitude.
All say he fears nothing but fear.
...
We visited his grave today.

oscar wilde poem

2009-07-02T16:58:00.000-07:00

Here is the poem .. written by Oscar Wilde ...

MADONNA MIA

by: Oscar Wilde

LILY-GIRL, not made for this world's pain,
With brown, soft hair close braided by her ears,
And longing eyes half veiled by slumberous tears
Like bluest water seen through mists of rain:
Pale cheeks whereon no love hath left its stain,
Red underlip drawn in for fear of love,
And white throat, whiter than the silvered dove,
Through whose wan marble creeps one purple vein.
Yet, though my lips shall praise her without cease,
Even to kiss her feet I am not bold,
Being o'ershadowed by the wings of awe,
Like Dante, when he stood with Beatrice
Beneath the flaming Lion's breast, and saw
The seventh Crystal, and the Stair of Gold.

23rd post ...

2009-07-02T03:11:00.000-07:00

“Belief is the death of intelligence. As soon as one believes a doctrine of any sort, or assumes certitude, one stops thinking about that aspect of existence.”

“If you think you know what the hell is going on, you're probably full of shit.”

“Of course I'm crazy, but that doesn't mean I'm wrong.”
Robert Anton Wilson quote

sex & death

2009-06-30T23:57:00.000-07:00

Hi,

This is an image that brings up two kind of thoughts and feelings...

This image brings the correlation sex/death...

The sexual energy that brings the power of life... and indubitably the power of death.. and destruction.

Also this picture puts man in an award position, they feel attacked and aggressed.

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oldfashioned gipsy

2009-06-29T07:56:00.000-07:00

This is the way gypsies used to work and dress...

The poem for you now:

THE INDIAN GIPSY by Sarojini Naidu

IN tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours, broidered to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.

With frugal skill her simple wants she tends,
She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep
On lonely meadows when the daylight ends,
Ere the quick night upon her flock descends
Like a black panther from the caves of sleep.

Time's river winds in foaming centuries
Its changing, swift, irrevocable course
To far off and incalculable seas;
She is twin-born with primal mysteries,
And drinks of life at Time's forgotten source

blonde tits on saturday

2009-06-27T08:08:00.000-07:00

today I am gonna present you a magical poem..
a poem written by the strangest magician that lived on Earth, Mr Crowley...

here you go:

Dionysus

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I bring ye wine from above,
From the vats of the storied sun;
For every one of yer love,
And life for every one.
Ye shall dance on hill and level;
Ye shall sing in hollow and height
In the festal mystical revel,
The rapurous Bacchanal rite!
The rocks and trees are yours,
And the waters under the hill,
By the might of that which endures,
The holy heaven of will!
I kindle a flame like a torrent
To rush from star to star;
Your hair as a comet’s horrent,
Ye shall see things as they are!
I lift the mask of matter;
I open the heart of man;
For I am of force to shatter
The cast that hideth -Pan!
Your loves shall lap up slaughter,
And dabbled with roses of blood
Each desperate darling daughter
Shall swim in the fervid flood.
I bring ye laughter and tears,
The kisses that foam and bleed,
The joys of a million years,
The flowers that bear no seed.
My life is bitter and sterile,
Its flame is a wandering star.
Ye shall pass in pleasure and peril
Across the mystic bar
That is set for wrath and weeping
Against the children of earth;
But ye in singing and sleeping
Shall pass in measure and mirth!
I lift my wand and wave you
Through hill to hill of delight :
My rosy rivers lave you
In innermost lustral light..
I lead you, lord of the maze,
In the darkness free of the sun;
In spite of the spite that is day’s
We are wed, we are wild, we are one.

At Shigar Baltistan.

Aleister Crowley

Friday nice tits and poem

2009-06-26T06:15:00.000-07:00

Midnight Haiku #4

Dark, dark: no waves splash,
no barking dogs, no wind. Just
the sound of no sound

No blue: just white-grey,
Like dirty ice, the bay sneaks
Out from under fog.

"Sweet! Sweet!" sings a bird--
Old Ez in Virginia
Heard one cry "Tulip!"

The stone Buddha sits
Still as the Eiger: silent...
The waves crash and splash

Lights across the bay
White jewels scattered, shattered
In a deep black box

Purple, vermilion:
Each part of the bay glitters
And none is just blue

"Chirp? Churp?" "Oot?" "Cheep!" "Oot!"
Birds unseen, bickering --"Sweep?" --
Above, on the roof.

I see just one tree
The bay is invisible
Fog, fog, endless fog

Some waves cry "Terror!"
Hitting the beach like boulders:
Dark night: darker thoughts.

Botticelli sky:
No fog, no Chinese touches--
A Rennaisance day

All is cloaked in fog
The world seems empty, until --
Far off, a gull shrieks.

Federal Crime Clear blue bay at sunset
And I am stoned and placid--
Free of grief, almost.

New bud on the vine:
But three thousand miles due East
Wall Street still smoulders.

Calm and quiet here
No anthrax or mad bombers...
Yet. But tomorrow?

Written by Master Robert Anton Wilson

happy monday and happy week ahead...

2009-06-22T04:57:00.000-07:00

the tits of this week start now...

Hope u love them...

Hope to bring a little confort and relaxation for you... only if
for some seconds..

Regards

The G Shaman with love...

the tits of saturday...

2009-06-20T09:09:00.000-07:00

magic breasts...

2009-06-18T23:36:00.001-07:00

Hi

My little ones,

I wanna show you here some photos,

But let me tell you the story regarding these ones.

I went shopping just the other day... and my best friend, Joanna, invited me to a french cafeteria, there I was so impressed by the music, it was a Conservatoire French Player, She gorgeous.
That's not all, she was a very good piano player.

We talked about her, and took the decision to invite her for a pizza...

We went for it, but she didn't like that italian food, she invited us to a Lebanese Restaurant, more or less, she recommended to us that place. She was going there to meet her lover, Yaser.

French girl and Muslim lover, pretty exotique.

We went their, had the perfect time.

And surprise surprise, she loved art, she lives for it, that's why, the next weekend we met for a session of photos, erotic ones....

She was pretty frustrated, i recon, when she was young.... about her tits, now she wants to emphesize their beuty... and she's a pretty fucking good artist, in photo sessions, and at her piano... she does miracles with it...

I love her

I love you all for reading my posts...

Kisses from

The G Shamana

this a preweekend bonus

2009-06-18T03:02:00.001-07:00

today's breasts

2009-06-18T00:52:00.000-07:00

Hi my lovers,

I want to make a collection on which you bring your contribution.

Please, if you want your girl or friend to get here on my blog with a picture of her lovely breasts...

Send me an email and a photo attachment to gabidragomir@gmail.com

All my friends will be there with their breasts to, I and also I am gonna show mine... to you....

So for today....

The breasts of the day....

are only for you...

With love

The G Shaman

PS Don't be nasty...

PPS Do you like my best friend cousin, her name is Christina...

the tits of today...

2009-06-17T02:32:00.001-07:00

The Antichrist Woman is alive...
She is the real goddess..

She is love and chaos and death
...

She is Eris...

Turn on !

Tune in !

Drop out !

1man1jar

2009-06-16T07:45:00.001-07:00

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If you really like what you see....

Check this

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and then check this...

the monday tits

2009-06-15T02:07:00.001-07:00

the tits of the monday...

the first working day...

here you got it...

this girl made by herself...

with love

G

the tits of happy weekend

2009-06-12T03:31:00.000-07:00

Here you got it....

NO More words....

cheers ...

and happy weekend !

non meat eater..

2009-06-10T11:57:00.000-07:00

Hi,

Here you are the tits of the middle of the week...

The Wednesday tits...

Cheers...

Hope you are not a fanatic natural non meat eater..

With love

The G Shaman

monday breasts

2009-06-08T04:32:00.001-07:00

The sun is our biggest nipple..
It feeds us with the light of love...

Horus...

Turn on !

Tune in !

Drop out !

Love

G