Down on your knees, begging praying asking for forgiveness. Some people go to church on Sunday morning to do such things. I don't.
I'm bound by the fire
I'm bound by the beauty
I'm bound by desire
I'm bound by the duty
Words by Dylan and Jane Siberry. Construe them as you will.
11 comments:
Nice tootsies! Are you wearing the cuff today?
Nice pedicure....
so how does it feel?
You tell me piper....how does it feel?
And every time you speak her name
Does she know how you told me you'd hold me
Until you died, till you died
But you're still alive
You outta know.
"The ties that bi i i i i i i i i i i i ind." Hey, just when I thought I used all that I had pretty consistently, I discover muscles that have obviously been hibernating. One day, I hope to lift my rear end with poise, like you do!
Lift my rear end with poise...Ei, where did THAT come from?
Hey, I've seen you ride - you look so professional ... and poised. Oh, and the other: Springsteen
Hope you're feeling better - well enough to go out and ride today...
Excellent "post" whether or not you're literally bound to one.
Nver pegged you for one who "toes the line" and this shows that to perfection.
Great choice of music mix.
Like a rolling stone... it leaves tire tracks all across my back, you can tell I've had my fun
Roberto Ibale says those feet are jacked up like fungus in a mushroom!
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