Stop me when you've had enough roses. I mean... try to stop me. I'm not stopping. The roses were thrillingly voluptuous today.
June 12, 2010
The roses were blooming up a storm today.
Stop me when you've had enough roses. I mean... try to stop me. I'm not stopping. The roses were thrillingly voluptuous today.
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thrillingly voluptuous
Somebody leaked those mysterious Kagan papers ;)
We (I) have this idea that lesbians are thinking about sex all the time.. its probably injudicious of me.
An interesting way of describing them, 'thrillingly voluptuous'. I once saw a print of the Rubens painting, 'Portrait of Susanna Fourment' in a book where the author quoted an 18th Century critic who observed that Rubens' women always looked 'as if they had fed on roses'. Your words fit both the blooms and the blooming women.
I invented roses. You're welcome.
In a related experiment, I suspect I also inadvertently invented lesbians.
Luminous as well as voluptuous. They're glowing.
Ever notice how flowers are terrible spellerz? They are!
"The roses were thrillingly voluptuous today."
Geezus, this almost makes me want to say 'thank you'! haha
Fortunately, Carly Simon isn't around to write a song about my vanity.
Flowers are sex.
red and yellow kill a fellow?
That top photo, of the two roses, is now my screensaver - I've got it tiled so it's repeated 9 times across the screen - and it's really doing something for my head.
Something good.
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