The wound-up thread that Theseus held unravelled till
he'd found, within his maze, the beast he had to kill.
Shiva, dancing in a ring of flame,
treads down the demon that his dance must tame.
In darkness Jacob wrestled with a stranger who
did not prevail, and blessed him, when their night was through
They say wolves die all alone, don´t cry for me
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Lovely poem, Theseus, Shiva and Jacob, I will think about the common thread another day. But if you want to dance in a ring of fire, you can always come to bed soon, will you Petruchka? Guess who is mimoson and needs to be held tight.
Matalobos, that is the only Lestat you and I respect, wild and untamed, eating with his fingers and deflowering virgins near the castle, some people should have never gone west, not even vampies! winks.
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Mimis rule mi osete, I hope this mood of yours lasts.
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I never use google, I prefer yahoo, but as Allen said this picture comes from the artist herself, and many pictures I post come from modelling offices (a thief I am)
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