Woaha, way to fucking long BlogSmegs. Sorry guys and those with vagina's. Loads of excuses, all just that.

New job as a tree surgeon in training, or as Lydie chooses to explain it: "You are a tree murderer, you fucking tree killer". So much for my thinking it was a pretty good ethical job decision.

Anyhows, some kunt robbed us this week, so I'm back off work until more toys are bought.

Navacross, the new band needs plugging as ever, so get your filthy arses over to www.myspace.com/navacross Make us your friends, suck us off royally and such forth, and be prepared to part with money when we record something. We deserve your money more than you do, think of us as those amusing tramps that do little dances and by lowering themselves as such, they win your elitist hearts and take a donation to pay off their embarrassment.

Thats clearly a metaphor for Navacross, if you see my point.

The main reason it's been slow here though, is I've taken no fucking photo's, partly cos I'm slack, partly because the world lights are on dim for a few months, and partly as every dry day I try to spend wearing out chains rather than shutter fingers.

New years and all that was well documented on the book of faces, and the photo's from there were drunken and unworthy of a site of this quality.


So in terms of filling the spaces, and giving me a post I can end in softcore (which has been building up, which needs no metaphor) I'm gonna present an early morning photo project:

Colours of a Winter Morn. Pretty fucking self explanatory, and not unpretty either.


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And Softcore
and pretty fucking good softcore too if you ask me. Which no fucker would if they knew their porn.

First off Ulya and her gallery
But wow, Stacy, arn't you just a stunner, and her gallery