Oh my, who are you?????
Couple different names used in her career. Last I heard she was off for giving birth to her son? Iga Wyral is one name (or spelling) but should find you plenty
GREAT APRIL FOOLS JOKE #15
- BREAK INTO A STRANGER’S APARTMENT
- REARRANGE THEIR FURNITURE
- WHEN THEY COME HOME, SHOOT THEM IN THE FACE
1&2 Too much work. Let’s just skip to three, call it a night, continue drinking/smoking.
Dunno what, but the scarlet soles really do it for me on these shoes. An almost flashing as the scarlet is, a peek a boo, a secret identity.
Rogue by Jamie Fay and Danielle Alexis St. Pierre
<3 4 Rogue. Seems the rear pic is like a younger, retro image. Undeniably same Rogue, artist, but just seems younger, purpose-fully or just me. But good, no intent disparage.
I can’t say if I like this dress or want to gouge my eyes out and sling the bloody remnants against its surfaces.
I wish we could all agree the greatest tool for (global) communication, even democracy, shouldn’t be impinged upon. No laws or rules to alter it’s inherent neutrality as it stands today. That there will always be a pipeline, even if no one hears, that someone somewhere can call for help, discuss something embarrassing, even to being a rude asshat. That once it’s controlled, it will be so difficult to turn back the hands, as to be impossible. Freedom should be a right for all. Some things need to be fought for. Of all time, this should be one.
Being able to talk globally, to share ideas, will save money, time, perhaps lives. That the only limits that have effected all peoples, all countries up and through now, is the ability to communicate. To send a sentiment, send a technique, an idea. To be one people, the people of earth instead of disparate warring tribes and nations requires a way for people to learn, to grow accustomed to new ideals, ways of thinking and doing. And even if people today can not see it, the future will thank us for joining for this concept, and preserving it.
The time to be at each other’s throats, warring, stealing, raping and killing, should be one all feel best put behind us. That we go forth into tomorrow equals, responsible, part of the solution, no longer the problem. I’d love to have sons and daughters, although I will not, they shouldn’t have to see us as the angry, hateful children we mostly are. Shouldn’t feel shame for those who brought them in to this world. As I feel looking at my ancestors, my peers, shame that we fight and conspire to steal, hurt and enslave. For monetary gains we don’t use, or take with us. I know few care, as getting rich is shared by the majority. I wish it weren’t so, from Zeus to Zoroaster, I’d pray for a brighter future. One where we’re part of something, not divided by greed, bigotry, hate. But I know where the money lies, and a harmonic world doesn’t carry the big bucks all the above does.
I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. Steven King, The Gunslinger. Perhaps we did not see our father’s face, but can we say our father would be proud of us? For it is us alone, that allow the rot and hate to boil and fester in this beautiful world.
