Saturday, July 08, 2006

 

Katelyn

Yet, here is the fact of the lighted chamber, the dressy, greedy company, the small, self-interested palaver, the disorganized, aimless, wandering mental action which it represents- the love of light and show and finery which, to one outside, under the serene light of the eternal stars, must seem a strange and shiny thing. Rate My Pussy Pussy Lips Under the stars and sweeping night winds, what a lamp-flower Rate My Pussy it must bloom; a strange, glittering night-flower, odour-yielding, insect-drawing, insect-infested rose of pleasure. "See that fellow coming in there?" said Hurstwood, glancing at a gentleman just entering, arrayed in a high hat and Prince Albert coat, his fat cheeks puffed and red as with good eating.

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