Heh. That's probably because the Scots have traditionally spent so much of history fighting their mortal enemies, the Scots.The section in the Scots Thesaurus headed 'fights' has so many words in it,
it has to be subdivided into various types
No, not him...Why ... ?
... she rejected him.
In real life it will never happen...... and knotted old judge hired skilled tortures. Don't want to get his hands messy.
Sorry, Has, it's your woman anyway, I respect that, I'll leave her alone. Thanks for your art, and I like very much how you treat your woman...And i still don't understand why you call her "slut"?
For you, may be, every woman is a slut?..
Why? Why you are so brutal?
I want to find aestetic feelings in my own arts...
Some one can say that my arts is too violent... Like quoom... And this is a sign for me. It's time to reduce the level of violence...
gee a carpenter who cares...........................did you get your union-card already? otherwise it would be going a problemGirl need some rest
if you think it's funny ... so be it ... I do not caregee a carpenter who cares...........................did you get your union-card already? otherwise it would be going a problem
You right...Pictures say more than 1000 words.
Her pose is so hard...Oh, I so identify with the one on the right ... too lost in her own thoughts and suffering to look up.
Oh, I so identify with the one on the right ... too lost in her own thoughts and suffering to look up.
View attachment 329692 Oh, I so identify with the one on the right ... too lost in her own thoughts and suffering to look up.
Or, may be, you'll try to identify yourself with her?
I definitely identify with this. One foot nailed on top of the other, back arched as I writhe on my cross. Looking up toward the sky (only difference is my eyes would be open) as I pray for mercy. I would also be wearing a cross around my neck like I do so often. I would feel it there and try to draw comfort from it as I prayed.
Sometimes I would pray silently to myself, other times out loud between my groans and moans of agony. Writhing and squirming constantly to try to relieve my suffering. But unable to. Struggling for my life....wishing there were a way I could free myself....but I can't...
Or, may be, you'll try to identify yourself with her?
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I definitely identify with this. One foot nailed on top of the other, back arched as I writhe on my cross. Looking up toward the sky (only difference is my eyes would be open) as I pray for mercy. I would also be wearing a cross around my neck like I do so often. I would feel it there and try to draw comfort from it as I prayed.
Sometimes I would pray silently to myself, other times out loud between my groans and moans of agony. Writhing and squirming constantly to try to relieve my suffering. But unable to. Struggling for my life....wishing there were a way I could free myself....but I can't...