ReincarnationFollow

In a previous life, I was a vague scent of vanilla that hovered behind the table in an Indonesian gay Bingo parloUr.

Before that, I was a tattoo on Bette Midler's inner thigh. (Sadly I was mis-spelled)

I'm now putting all my psychic energy into ensuring that my next incarnation will be a yeast infection on Condaleezza Rice's *******.

Anyone else have any interesting former lives, or have you always been a bunch of whiney cUnts?

And do any of you have any significant post-mortem ambitions?

I hope to catch up on my sleep.

That's hot.

NOt shapeless was I wehn in my wandering flight
Upon the crests of waves was I a crescent moon
Free form was no more
Upon the Earth have I been tied to the gates of morning
Waves upon a virgin shore
I plummeted as silver sea foam,
brought to life as shadows were shed
by the soft hum of that watching eye...

If I slithered I sighed upon the foggy bossom of time,
Riding was I in the damp seaside, my feet were my eyes
We called great chorus in those days
Guiding light of stars,
pandering thoughout the twisting tracks in our minds

We were singing
Voices of seeds have nestled beneath
Our ascending cry, it is the waves

Upon these cliffs we have become slight in our smiles
Dreams of the fogotten twilight
that has long passed over our sleepy worlds

many songs will we sing
to the thunderous sight of the soft sky
sullen

In a previous life I was a Tyranasaurus Rex!

Other than that, no previous lives to speak of. I was born in what we now call the 5th Century BC in a small hamlet near Cornwall. I later took the name Artorious Pendragyn. Since that time I have wandered the earth, looking for that perfect piece of pie. There can be only one!

i was, in a past life, a corn in pamala andersons ****.

I was,
I am now,
And will be

In a previous life I was known as Alpha and Omega. That of course didn't go over too well with the locale so I changed my name to Frank Zappa.

Hmmmmm..... Just think about it .... you could come over and hold me down. Your rough hand running over the exposed skin between my too tight tshirt and my jeans. Gently probing beneath the my belt you'd feel the top edge of my panties and get all excited as I let out a girl moan and arched my back, accentuating my young taut breasts. Quickly you would fumble first at my belt and then at my soft cotton panties to get to the treasure lying beneath. Expectedly you would pull them back. Then you'd be dissappointed when you found out my c'ock is much bigger than yours. Of course you are a trucker so you just might be into that sort of thing. Call me!



Edited, Nov 12th 2006 at 5:50am PST by bodhisattva

Whos got rough hands?