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Concerning Women Who Deserve To Be Praised
Know, O Vizir (and the mercy of God be with you!), that there are women of all sorts; that there are such as are worthy of praise, and such is deserve nothing but contempt.
In order that a woman may be relished by men, she must have a perfect waist, and must be plump and lusty. Her hair will be black her forehead wide, she will have eyebrows of Ethiopian blackness, large black eyes, with the whites in them very limpid. With cheek of perfect oval, she will have an elegant nose and a graceful mouth; lips and tongue vermilion; her breath will be of pleasant odour, her throat long, her neck strong, her bust and her belly large; her breasts must be full and firm, her belly in good proportion, and her navel well-developed and marked; the lower part of the belly is to be large, the vulva projecting and fleshy, from the point where the hairs grow, to the buttocks; the conduit must be narrow and not moist, soft to the touch, and emitting a strong heat and no bad smell; she must have the thighs and buttocks hard, the hips large and full, a waist of fine shape, hands and feet of striking elegance, plump arms, and well-developed shoulders.
If one looks at a woman with those qualities in front, one is fascinated; if from behind, one dies with pleasure. Looked at sitting, she is a rounded dome; lying, a soft-bed; standing, the staff of a standard.
Such a woman is cherished by all men.
From THE PERFUMED GARDEN (Nefzaoui)
@~Pebbles~ wrote:
anyway, according to doa vampys dead….so you been shaggin stiffs??? :shock:
As opposed to shagging flaccids? :wink:
Them were t’days..sendin’ t’kiddies oop chimneys wi’ only the exudations from a tramp’s gouty foot to suck on, every other day and twice on Sundays. :wink:
Rusalka (Dvořák) Song to the Moon
O silver moon upon the deep dark sky,
Through the vast night pierce your rays.
This sleeping world you wander by,
Smiling on men’s homes and ways.
Oh moon ere past you glide, tell me,
Tell me, oh where does my loved one bide?
Oh moon ere past you glide, tell me
Tell me, oh where does my loved one bide?
Tell him, oh tell him, my silver moon,
Mine are the arms that shall hold him,
That between waking and sleeping he may
Think of the love that enfolds him,
May between waking and sleeping
Think of the love that enfolds him.
Light his path far away, light his path,
Tell him, oh tell him who does for him stay!
Human soul, should it dream of me, Let my memory wakened be.
Moon, moon, oh do not wane, do not wane,
Moon, oh moon, do not wane….I don’t go near the chat rooms, too much of a melee for my delicate little sensitivities. I prefer my intercourse to be more one on one! :wink:
What Britain needs is MORE like Arthur, like Mick McGahey, like Jimmy Reid. Proper Socialists and not this shower of Nu-Labour tossers, or Nu- but-really-just-the-samebunch-of-fascist-Tory-Party-Mutha-Fu.ckers.
“The Red Flag” by Jim ConnellThe lyrics . . .
The people’s flag is deepest red,
It shrouded oft our martyred dead,
And ere their limbs grew stiff and cold,
Their hearts blood dyed its every fold.Then raise the scarlet standard high. (chorus)
Within its shade we’ll live and die,
Though cowards flinch and traitors sneer,
We’ll keep the red flag flying here.Look round, the Frenchman loves its blaze,
The sturdy German chants its praise,
In Moscow’s vaults its hymns are sung
Chicago swells the surging throng.It waved above our infant might,
When all ahead seemed dark as night;
It witnessed many a deed and vow,
We must not change its colour now.It well recalls the triumphs past,
It gives the hope of peace at last;
The banner bright, the symbol plain,
Of human right and human gain.It suits today the weak and base,
Whose minds are fixed on pelf and place
To cringe before the rich man’s frown,
And haul the sacred emblem down.With heads uncovered swear we all
To bear it onward till we fall;
Come dungeons dark or gallows grim,
This song shall be our parting hymn.Keep the faith!
GEORGE HARRISON
MY SWEET LORDChaka Khan
THIN LIZZY
Dont believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Dont believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that Im in love with youDont believe me if I tell you
That I wrote this song for you
There might be some other silly pretty girl
Im singing it toDont believe a word
For words are only spoken
Your heart is like a promise
Made to be brokenDont believe a word
Words can tell lies
And lies are no comfort
When theres tear in your eyesDont believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Dont believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that Im in love with youDont believe a word
@sharongooner wrote:
oh ffs essy, you do make me laugh.
:lol:
Oh dear I hope your poor sister wasnt successful? :oops: :oops:A long, weary and continuingly heartbreaking tale for another time mebbe. But at that time she didn’t arf do me a favour, as my diary was explosive
and so was me dad!
