Wednesday, 6 March 2013

The Love Seat

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The advert says It's a chair for the salon or bedroom, for decorative purpose or a comfortable (?) seat for reading a book, or just rest a while. Apparently, it was designed for much more than that. Courtesan aspires it to be a permanent invitation for couples to break their sexual routine, let their hair down and indulge in their fantasies in ways comfortable and practical. A chair that incites red hot passion. (Certainly does the exact opposite for me).

The creator/designer, Eve Rosaliere, has majestically (!) transformed the centuries old ordinary armchair into a different, modern and uninhabited love seat, in which every detail is designed  with thought and care, and imagination (so says the Advert), to make it versatile in it's practicality without sacrificing any comfort. It offers an image of sensuality and refinement (I imagine back and headaches) from the sturdy structure to the fluffy and quilted fabric for the seat and the back, which has a resistant and anti-stain covering but is also washable. The rounded movable cushion to support the small of the back, to facilitate any angle of inclination of your partner, the height of the chair is calculated to the last centimetre to adapt to any kind of morphological posture, etc.

What intrigues me are those hand grips on the top. What are they for? Handcuff your partner? That might explain the drawer underneath it, for storing 'sex accessories', or sex manual perhaps? I confess I am old fashioned and ignorant; never can understand what's the sense of love making without the caressing hands?
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Looks to me more like it's for torture!
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Love & Sex - Till Death

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Who would have thought cuttlefish could be so interesting; when it looks just so-so fried and in a plate. If you happen to catch them in the aquarium at the right moment, you can see just how amazing the way they display their courtship ritual.

He, the macho, would caress her body all over, gently wrapping her around with his 10 long 'arms', (the lucky creatures), and their skin takes on a darker shade of iridescent sheen, and often change colours. One can almost see the expression of red hot libido. Then the female would leave the wooing male with a twist of the body and she retreats backwards, leaving the male with a trail of 'come hither', ink, tantalizing and inviting. The display of foreplay and sex of these lusty creatures is so so fascinating: assiduous courting, changing colours, caressing, sex till death ... that the Aquarium of Barcelona had advertised to urge people not to miss the spectacle!!

I would like to say that to me it was just scientific curiosity but it's also rather morbid that it had mentioned cannibalism. It seems that the cuttlefish only reproduce once in their life time when completed a year. To ensure descendants, they would spend days courting. When the female is receptive, they copulate like crazy for a short period of time, over and over again. Then, they die. Of exhaustion with so much sexual activity. The dead are often devoured by their fellow specie - the other cuttlefish, without garlic nor parsley.

Apparently they all die after the frantic marathon love making. After Easter, there's not one cuttlefish left in the aquarium. The dead bodies would be sent to the crematorium, to legally incinerated. I hate the
thought of them dying from beautiful love to ashes. Then another thought brightens me somewhat: all those beautiful little cuttlefish swimming happily dreaming their turn of love to come ...
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True Friendship - None Of That Sissy Crap

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Promise Of A True Friendship ~

Are you tired of those piss weak 'friendship' poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Here you will see no cute little smiley faces -- Just my stone cold truth & promises of a great friendship.

1. When you are sad -- I will help you get pickled and plot revenge against the bastard who made you sad.
 
2. When you are blue -- I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile -- I will know you are thinking of something that I would probably want to be involved in.

4. When you are scared -- I will rag you about it every chance I get until you're NOT.

5. When you are worried -- I will tell you stories about how much worse it could be until you stop whining.

6. When you are confused -- I will try to use only little words.

7. When you are sick -- Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall -- I will laugh at your clumsy backside, but I'll help you up.

9. This is my oath -- I pledge it to the end.

10. 'Why?' you may ask; Because You Are My Friend.

Shakespeare Minus His Earring

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Stanley Wells presented in London a portrait of, he assured, William Shakespeare, the only one painted of him when he was still alive. This painting formed part of the collection belonging to an aristocratic family. Shakespeare posed for it when he was 46 years old, with sharp features, languid looks, without the earring in his most famous portrait; reddish beard, lips tainted red too, and too much rouge on the cheeks.

Professor Wells, who is the head of the studies of Shakespeare in the University of Birmingham confirmed, after making a series of 'circumstantial' examinations which left no doubt at all that it's literary master himself.

Wells' strongest conviction is: the gentleman in the portrait was a rich man, and Shakespeare, at that age, was already living a leisurely life retired in a grand mansion in Stratford-upon-Avon, after having made a lot of money with his theatre company.

Of Shakespeare, who died 6 years after posing for this only recently discovered portrait, so little is known that there's not even guarantee that he was the author of the work of Shakespeare, the monster of literature. Born in Stratford in 1564, and died there in 1616. Between one date and another, it's known that he bought a company of actors that made some of the plays very famous and these were attributed to him afterwards.

In the meticulous testament which he wrote before he died, there's no reference of him having written any book. It's also known that he had never had academic formation, and his daughters were illiterate. Yet he was the man that was said to have written Hamlet.