tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post2913303309877871758..comments2023-10-14T08:20:40.438-07:00Comments on Ayesha's Saudade: Foxy Gems from a WolfAyeshahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-76378287790405949902013-09-26T17:42:33.399-07:002013-09-26T17:42:33.399-07:00Death and dying shouldn't be taken lightly, Ro...Death and dying shouldn't be taken lightly, Ronald, as sometimes they're closer than you can imagine.Ayeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-21808700064319210742013-09-26T04:35:46.277-07:002013-09-26T04:35:46.277-07:00Hello Ayesha, long time! Been in a slump a bit, pa...Hello Ayesha, long time! Been in a slump a bit, parents getting older, relationship as well, but working on both, I'm seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and it shines brightly, beckoning.. ;-)<br /><br />Glad to see your comments on dying for your domina, very much in line now with my thinking. When there is admiration, respect, love for your partner then yes, I'd die for my partner. When you respect, love, admire someone, anyone, I'm willing do whatever to protect, serve, fight, kill to make sure that someone is safe. Yes, raposo, I'll be their ashtray as well ;-)<br /><br />Ronald<br /><br />Thank <br /><br />Regarding that walking away<br /><br /><br /><br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-44126501061375626842013-08-22T00:10:43.510-07:002013-08-22T00:10:43.510-07:00That's ok Mr Cohen.You do that.That's ok Mr Cohen.You do that. Ayeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-86482945577897279622013-08-21T12:20:28.489-07:002013-08-21T12:20:28.489-07:00wow i mean jezus h christ...wtf i am speechless, k...wow i mean jezus h christ...wtf i am speechless, kinda...just wanted to submit a note to say i was here, like staking a flag on the moon or something, and will be back to read more when i have time.. so far i made it thru 1/3 the way down on this page hopefully its where i should begin. i feel inspired and a lil abused somehow err tortured...not sure if its supposed to be that way anyway bbl to sort this place out...<br /><br />jobrandcoAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-57016214852461692592013-03-03T12:57:33.237-08:002013-03-03T12:57:33.237-08:00Yes. If my time machine would work I'd go both...Yes. If my time machine would work I'd go both ways.Satanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03441212921860748474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-77723162606966348322013-03-03T09:51:08.538-08:002013-03-03T09:51:08.538-08:00To the future!To the future!Ayeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-40737982655329800002013-03-03T07:38:43.688-08:002013-03-03T07:38:43.688-08:00I accept what has gone only because I have no time...I accept what has gone only because I have no time machine. She looked like the girl in the picture above. Except her hair was not quite shoulder length. And her eyebrows were paler. I mean the picture of the girl on the swing. As she walked away she glanced back as she always did. But that time it was not a real smile. She would have found a way back, if I had made love to her. But that time I only had sex with her. I knew she would not be back. It was my way to let her go. Where would your time machine take you?Satanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03441212921860748474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-88795058665461020282013-02-22T23:57:15.774-08:002013-02-22T23:57:15.774-08:00LoL! Sixteen tons of fossil fuel, and here comes t...LoL! Sixteen tons of fossil fuel, and here comes the man with THE furnace! Raposo Neveshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07498086419665898311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-64306297100943415892013-02-22T11:05:20.697-08:002013-02-22T11:05:20.697-08:00Sixteen tons, what are they paying you Foxy? Come ...Sixteen tons, what are they paying you Foxy? Come work for me. Satan Satanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03441212921860748474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-45762341005683228742013-02-21T18:09:58.661-08:002013-02-21T18:09:58.661-08:00I never forget. I don't want to. I cherish all...I never forget. I don't want to. I cherish all that happened and is happening to me, as I'm the one who made and makes it happen. I want all of it to stay a part of me. I grew and grow because of that.<br /><br />Ah yes power, that sneaky little thingy. Go and learn about it here: http://ayeshafonseca.blogspot.com/2010/03/power.html Ayeshahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13021584294809647967noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7854932864648424898.post-26815854673033835562013-02-21T15:29:59.276-08:002013-02-21T15:29:59.276-08:00@death/abandonment: Walking away might be a cruel...@death/abandonment: Walking away might be a cruel gesture - in the shorthand. <br />Yet living beings tend to mend, and turn away, towards new ones, and to forget, however dire the original sensation might have been. <br />In contrast to that only actually wielding the ultimate power one is holding, means establishing that power. Anything else rather feels like mere imaginary exercise or worse: evasivness.LouisQuithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02593016519744592400noreply@blogger.com