Shouldn't one of our artists do a few panels with a damsel tied up and tossed into quicksand so this is more easily visualized???
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w're waiting on the conclusion of that one tough?I am busy with 'Stuff happens'...
or should I just let that slide?
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I was waiting for someone to suggest dropping Naraku into a mud pool and Eulalia into quicksand as a controlled experiment!
This pic actually is at Mont St Michel:
luckily the lassie was only just off the safe route with plenty of friends around to help!
wwwhow and that short.................you?
Of course, it was Le Congres des Jeunes Filles aux Shorts en Jean -we were doing our annual "catch-us-if-you-can-Henry" dash across the sands!
aha your vacation snapshots
or Henri's?
or Henri's?
that should be a lack and a pity
cordelien
Magistrate
Another of the same type
The guide is demonstrating ...
As you can see, the ground is hard all around, and it was the same in the middle just one minute before
cordelien
Magistrate
Attentive guardian
Nude source: http://www.imagefap.com/photo/588864027/cross-71858062.jpg
Background: Baja California, Mexico
Nude source: http://www.imagefap.com/photo/588864027/cross-71858062.jpg
Background: Baja California, Mexico
cordelien
Magistrate
This theme reminds me of a short story by the brilliant Australian author of low fantasy/speculative short fiction Margo Lanagan. "Singing My Sister Down" is described by one reviewer as -
"about a young boy watching his sister being executed, by tar pit, for the murder of her husband. This is the basic premise, but in truth there is so much more to the story. We are drawn along as Ikky’s young brother and her family walk out onto the tar with her. They feast, play music, talk to her as the tar slowly draws her down. Surrounded by friends and onlookers, as well as those who wish to see justice delivered, Ikky’s family sing.
They sing their love, their pain, and their hopelessness, and slowly she is enveloped in the blackness. All the while her young brother tries to understand. He watches as his aunt finally walks onto the tar to say goodbye, all the while talking of the shame that she has brought onto the family. The brother struggles not only with the why of what Ikky has done, but why such justice is metered out and whether it is really deserved. Trying to understand his mother’s words warning him not to love someone ‘who’ll rouse that killing-anger in you, if you’ve got that rage, if you’re like our Ik-’.
The image of a flower wreath, almost bridal in appearance, lying on top of the tar in the place Ikky has vanished, is an image that lingers long after the end of the story"
from 'other forms of execution"
tree
tree
Oh! I love this pic...Her face is showing the look of a deep pleasure, a deep
fulness, perhaps an orgasm ?
Wonderfull !
I think the heron's getting quite a kick, too!
I was trying to remember where you told that great yarn, Tree.
just after I'd made a dunce of myself in trying to work out how long it took the Solway Martyrs to drown in Wigtown Bay,
and Melissa had rightly whipped me,
and it continued, with a good bit of chat while the tide was slowly coming in, for 4 or 5 pages.
cordelien
Magistrate
Cave girl
No crux in that one, but we can always imagine what will follow
Using http://josjac.deviantart.com/art/Still-Priscilla-28-141613935
Background: rocks at Petra Jordania
No crux in that one, but we can always imagine what will follow
Using http://josjac.deviantart.com/art/Still-Priscilla-28-141613935
Background: rocks at Petra Jordania