Toyota should be able to count on the toes of half a foot how many innovas it going to fob off bangalore roads. shame disgrace i say. neednt drag any automotive design jargon into this cos its a beluga on the make; but belugas are baba. Ok - its a butt wart distended and yours. As for wily women, so they are. Women. Most women hate eachother's company so much, the many moments they tolerate eachother in the presence of men is to prove their otherness and speciality, and the few moments they stick in the absence of men - is cos theyre sisters, true pals, or total losers. little girls on the other hand are parfait angels when theyre left to their scientific inclinations without booby-trapping conditioning of any kind. talking of sisters. mine married and I behaved well. Sisters can have nice times with eachother. like when we'd walk down streets together without ramming hands and heads, we'd say 'chick' every time we saw a male looker. and what would he know? (now you know the kind) and if there was a woman next to him (there usually wasn't) we'd pass by really close to the female and say 'bitch' clear enough for her to hear. ok - only I'd do things like the bitch thing but we would say 'car honk' instead of 'hunk' when mum was around at the same time as a chick(hunk). 2 of us have very different car honk sense. like i think the lecherous helper of a distinguished pujari neighbour is a car honk for his casanova smile of a kind. she would fall back like an emperor penguin if I asked her to consider his car honk - potential. but there you go. well she got her man now and he's quite the man for her.
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pj harvey: iggy's no musicologist - ducking every trinity college grade paper she could until dad refused to pay so early on. but as we all know, she knows a great thing when she knows it. and pj harvey with much ado is a known great. then i hear this just when the one track i'm looping with so unadvisedly is 'this is love'(so perfect): barely any of her singles reached uke top 40 including TIS. well so what? just that i see in her creation and execution the finest integumen of lyric over sound i've heard ever, and a voice that lives to death. it matters she's a woman; imagine that's why she's managed to come that close. not many wombat women try and when they do they get distracted with lace underwear or twiddling tits. 'plants and rags', 'sheela-na-gig', 'wind', 'man-size sextlet' are some other tracks the dim selfs taking a shining to.
gonna take me hips to a man who cares he said sheela na gig. giggle. the lady just let drip the juice of the bidden fruit. lap it. o - and what 'pray' is sheela-na-gig: what is that? pray indeed. says Joanne Mcmahon: "sheela-na-Gigs are carvings of female images depicted as naked and posing in a manner which accentuated the vulv. They were erected on many churches of the medieval period and were almost invariably placed in a very prominent position such as over the main entrance door or a window. In Ireland, where the practice continued into the later middle ages, they are found on castles and some other important structures..."
