In your signature, the latin phrase Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat means "All hurt, the last kills." Please share with us the concept, the message and the implication of: All hurt,the last kills
Yeeah....and that's not a pretty phrase to call somebody, I'm assuming. The correct translation is actually, "all hours wound, the last kills". It originally stemmed from a piece called "Memento Mori", which is translated to "Remember that you will die". The idea behind it is that time doesn't discriminate, nor favor. As we age, we slowly decay. It's a reminder of our mortality.
Best post of the day... "Why do people say "grow some balls"? Balls are weak and sensitive. If you wanna be tough, grow a vagina. Those things can take a pounding."
We prefer your philosophical interest and teachings in this orifice, as opposed to the abutting discharge shoot. ..
I can express myself in a very poetic fashion, if need be. But my mind is sort of scattered at the moment.
Random poem Forever my existence lies in disarray No longer can I fully play. With solace, there I lay. Gone is mind, yet here I stay.
Every night when I go to bed, 2 things always happen. 1) A moth with the combined wingspan the size of Wesley Pipes Shlong, swoops me as I read emails and such on my phone, then disappears, not to be seen until the next night. 2) A mosquito that has not made a sound, will all of a sudden appear and buzz around my head as soon as I turn off my phone. One is not amused
Awww thank you gorgeous!!!! It was a brilliant day, spent mainly in a body of water and beside a BBQ with a glass in hand :freehug:
Now that's the way to spend a holiday! Hopefully that glass had some alcohol in it. And you're bloody welcome
I noticed something really odd lately. When I'm sleeping, I could smell nicotine coming into my nose and it's really ominous as to where it's coming from. Everything is sealed shut and heavily reinforced, yet I cannot get that smell. Maybe it's incense or something...but I cannot detect a damned thing.
