Brenda you are lovely, Romeo and Juliet, Math 6 + Luke 11 in Mem 201

After being on the phone for more than eleven hours, half of it in bed, Brenda sent me her photo. She is lovely, so if the writing I was in the middle of near the University did very little, it has in fact brought something intangible. Doesn't it make sense to look for the intangible after divorce? She used my name while saying good night. True to form and Mr. Lord to a fault- I told her that politeness, honesty was my concern, add to that sensitivity, no matter how intellectual or how Seventies Rock, so I left her a message to decide which she liked best, Matthew Six or Luke Eleven, the latter having the doxology I believe. Sigrid Undset quotes it in Latin (Pater Noster) in the novel of hers that I read while married. The night before last Brenda fell asleep (in my arms?) while on the phone, and I thought not asking her to pray with me was pure negligence or neglect.
I was watching Zefferelli's Rome and Juliet when she called (I'm hoping to reread Coleridge-I own a copy of Collected Coleridge and can reread him anytime untill I give the volume to someone.), my putting it back on after.
I didn't tell her about every painting I needed to look at- I am a Pre-Rapaelite (untill notified by Heaven) and wouldn't eschew it if it were in my fiction. The Ideal of Perversity (Jean Delville, 1891) I hadn't seen untill this week. It is now one of my favorites. The Dawn of Love (Chrales Maurin) from that same year is equally fascinating.
We've been spending more than two hours a night on the phone, which is getting exciting as well as soft (I'm a little bit more affectionate than Paul McCartney in my tamborine and twelve string, need they overlook it) She called last night (cute sexy as in flying) with an idea for a mystery novel and I told her to talk fast if she felt like it and that I need to retire and would try to mostly listen to her. I did compliment her eroticlly, using the words flirt heavily, which she said was fine. She was singing and reading material from when she was studying broadcasting. (The Ghost of Hamilton Dow from Mem 201? of course not he's still alive- but listen to the song I Play Dead by Bjork to bring all this back into sensuality.) I was trying to explain that I meet directors from the theater, so she included them into her and my mystery novel- the detective-author has a love interest and would rather read Wuthering Heights or Anna Karenina and could care less about the Tangled Skein....oh, but The Game Is Afoot.
Brenda is Christian- I write about very soft nudity from Sweden during 1967 to 1975, not after 1975 inregard to nudity (not that I haven't kept my copy of The Mysterious Affair At Styles-The Curtain and my copy of The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes). I can use a back up telephone writer for Forbidden Art, but things are great- she's a good poet. If she has said "I love you" then she really listened to me when I used the principle of "Your Brother in Christ". (You-italized-may take a shower in front if me with another woman, if you are polite or supercool about it as an adult, I could care less if it ever is on Campus with permission.)
I told her she is pretty on the phone this afternoon and asked if she could call toinght.

Courting the muse, (new girlfriends- new stories about what my mom took to heaven with her; she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on and still know where to traffic to play in might be)

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se

http://www.whrb.org

Brenda you are lovely, Romeo and Juliet, Math 6 + Luke 11 in Mem 201

After being on the phone for more than eleven hours, half of it in bed, Brenda sent me her photo. She is lovely, so if the writing I was in the middle of near the University did very little, it has in fact brought something intangible. Doesn't it make sense to look for the intangible after divorce? She used my name while saying good night. True to form and Mr. Lord to a fault- I told her that politeness, honesty was my concern, add to that sensitivity, no matter how intellectual or how Seventies Rock, so I left her a message to decide which she liked best, Matthew Six or Luke Eleven, the latter having the doxology I believe. Sigrid Undset quotes it in Latin (Pater Noster) in the novel of hers that I read while married. The night before last Brenda fell asleep (in my arms?) while on the phone, and I thought not asking her to pray with me was pure negligence or neglect.
I was watching Zefferelli's Rome and Juliet when she called (I'm hoping to reread Coleridge-I own a copy of Collected Coleridge and can reread him anytime untill I give the volume to someone.), my putting it back on after.
I didn't tell her about every painting I needed to look at- I am a Pre-Rapaelite (untill notified by Heaven) and wouldn't eschew it if it were in my fiction. The Ideal of Perversity (Jean Delville, 1891) I hadn't seen untill this week. It is now one of my favorites. The Dawn of Love (Chrales Maurin) from that same year is equally fascinating.
We've been spending more than two hours a night on the phone, which is getting exciting as well as soft (I'm a little bit more affectionate than Paul McCartney in my tamborine and twelve string, need they overlook it) She called last night (cute sexy as in flying) with an idea for a mystery novel and I told her to talk fast if she felt like it and that I need to retire and would try to mostly listen to her. I did compliment her eroticlly, using the words flirt heavily, which she said was fine. She was singing and reading material from when she was studying broadcasting. (The Ghost of Hamilton Dow from Mem 201? of course not he's still alive- but listen to the song I Play Dead by Bjork to bring all this back into sensuality.) I was trying to explain that I meet directors from the theater, so she included them into her and my mystery novel- the detective-author has a love interest and would rather read Wuthering Heights or Anna Karenina and could care less about the Tangled Skein....oh, but The Game Is Afoot.
Brenda is Christian- I write about very soft nudity from Sweden during 1967 to 1975, not after 1975 inregard to nudity (not that I haven't kept my copy of The Mysterious Affair At Styles-The Curtain and my copy of The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes). I can use a back up telephone writer for Forbidden Art, but things are great- she's a good poet. If she has said "I love you" then she really listened to me when I used the principle of "Your Brother in Christ". (You-italized-may take a shower in front if me with another woman, if you are polite or supercool about it as an adult, I could care less if it ever is on Campus with permission.)
I told her she is pretty on the phone this afternoon and asked if she could call toinght.

Courting the muse, (new girlfriends- new stories about what my mom took to heaven with her; she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on and still know where to traffic to play in might be)

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se

http://www.whrb.org

Brenda you are lovely, Romeo and Juliet, Math 6 + Luke 11 in Mem 201

After being on the phone for more than eleven hours, half of it in bed, Brenda sent me her photo. She is lovely, so if the writing I was in the middle of near the University did very little, it has in fact brought something intangible. Doesn't it make sense to look for the intangible after divorce? She used my name while saying good night. True to form and Mr. Lord to a fault- I told her that politeness, honesty was my concern, add to that sensitivity, no matter how intellectual or how Seventies Rock, so I left her a message to decide which she liked best, Matthew Six or Luke Eleven, the latter having the doxology I believe. Sigrid Undset quotes it in Latin (Pater Noster) in the novel of hers that I read while married. The night before last Brenda fell asleep (in my arms?) while on the phone, and I thought not asking her to pray with me was pure negligence or neglect.
I was watching Zefferelli's Rome and Juliet when she called (I'm hoping to reread Coleridge-I own a copy of Collected Coleridge and can reread him anytime untill I give the volume to someone.), my putting it back on after.
I didn't tell her about every painting I needed to look at- I am a Pre-Rapaelite (untill notified by Heaven) and wouldn't eschew it if it were in my fiction. The Ideal of Perversity (Jean Delville, 1891) I hadn't seen untill this week. It is now one of my favorites. The Dawn of Love (Chrales Maurin) from that same year is equally fascinating.
We've been spending more than two hours a night on the phone, which is getting exciting as well as soft (I'm a little bit more affectionate than Paul McCartney in my tamborine and twelve string, need they overlook it) She called last night (cute sexy as in flying) with an idea for a mystery novel and I told her to talk fast if she felt like it and that I need to retire and would try to mostly listen to her. I did compliment her eroticlly, using the words flirt heavily, which she said was fine. She was singing and reading material from when she was studying broadcasting. (The Ghost of Hamilton Dow from Mem 201? of course not he's still alive- but listen to the song I Play Dead by Bjork to bring all this back into sensuality.) I was trying to explain that I meet directors from the theater, so she included them into her and my mystery novel- the detective-author has a love interest and would rather read Wuthering Heights or Anna Karenina and could care less about the Tangled Skein....oh, but The Game Is Afoot.
Brenda is Christian- I write about very soft nudity from Sweden during 1967 to 1975, not after 1975 inregard to nudity (not that I haven't kept my copy of The Mysterious Affair At Styles-The Curtain and my copy of The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes). I can use a back up telephone writer for Forbidden Art, but things are great- she's a good poet. If she has said "I love you" then she really listened to me when I used the principle of "Your Brother in Christ". (You-italized-may take a shower in front if me with another woman, if you are polite or supercool about it as an adult, I could care less if it ever is on Campus with permission.)
I told her she is pretty on the phone this afternoon and asked if she could call toinght.

Courting the muse, (new girlfriends- new stories about what my mom took to heaven with her; she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on and still know where to traffic to play in might be)

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se

http://www.whrb.org

Brenda you are lovely, Romeo and Juliet, Math 6 + Luke 11 in Mem 201

After being on the phone for more than eleven hours, half of it in bed, Brenda sent me her photo. She is lovely, so if the writing I was in the middle of near the University did very little, it has in fact brought something intangible. Doesn't it make sense to look for the intangible after divorce? She used my name while saying good night. True to form and Mr. Lord to a fault- I told her that politeness, honesty was my concern, add to that sensitivity, no matter how intellectual or how Seventies Rock, so I left her a message to decide which she liked best, Matthew Six or Luke Eleven, the latter having the doxology I believe. Sigrid Undset quotes it in Latin (Pater Noster) in the novel of hers that I read while married. The night before last Brenda fell asleep (in my arms?) while on the phone, and I thought not asking her to pray with me was pure negligence or neglect.
I was watching Zefferelli's Rome and Juliet when she called (I'm hoping to reread Coleridge-I own a copy of Collected Coleridge and can reread him anytime untill I give the volume to someone.), my putting it back on after.
I didn't tell her about every painting I needed to look at- I am a Pre-Rapaelite (untill notified by Heaven) and wouldn't eschew it if it were in my fiction. The Ideal of Perversity (Jean Delville, 1891) I hadn't seen untill this week. It is now one of my favorites. The Dawn of Love (Chrales Maurin) from that same year is equally fascinating.
We've been spending more than two hours a night on the phone, which is getting exciting as well as soft (I'm a little bit more affectionate than Paul McCartney in my tamborine and twelve string, need they overlook it) She called last night (cute sexy as in flying) with an idea for a mystery novel and I told her to talk fast if she felt like it and that I need to retire and would try to mostly listen to her. I did compliment her eroticlly, using the words flirt heavily, which she said was fine. She was singing and reading material from when she was studying broadcasting. (The Ghost of Hamilton Dow from Mem 201? of course not he's still alive- but listen to the song I Play Dead by Bjork to bring all this back into sensuality.) I was trying to explain that I meet directors from the theater, so she included them into her and my mystery novel- the detective-author has a love interest and would rather read Wuthering Heights or Anna Karenina and could care less about the Tangled Skein....oh, but The Game Is Afoot.
Brenda is Christian- I write about very soft nudity from Sweden during 1967 to 1975, not after 1975 inregard to nudity (not that I haven't kept my copy of The Mysterious Affair At Styles-The Curtain and my copy of The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes). I can use a back up telephone writer for Forbidden Art, but things are great- she's a good poet. If she has said "I love you" then she really listened to me when I used the principle of "Your Brother in Christ". (You-italized-may take a shower in front if me with another woman, if you are polite or supercool about it as an adult, I could care less if it ever is on Campus with permission.)
I told her she is pretty on the phone this afternoon and asked if she could call toinght.

Courting the muse, (new girlfriends- new stories about what my mom took to heaven with her; she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on and still know where to traffic to play in might be)

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se

http://www.whrb.org

Brenda you are lovely, Romeo and Juliet, Math 6 + Luke 11 in Mem 201

After being on the phone for more than eleven hours, half of it in bed, Brenda sent me her photo. She is lovely, so if the writing I was in the middle of near the University did very little, it has in fact brought something intangible. Doesn't it make sense to look for the intangible after divorce? She used my name while saying good night. True to form and Mr. Lord to a fault- I told her that politeness, honesty was my concern, add to that sensitivity, no matter how intellectual or how Seventies Rock, so I left her a message to decide which she liked best, Matthew Six or Luke Eleven, the latter having the doxology I believe. Sigrid Undset quotes it in Latin (Pater Noster) in the novel of hers that I read while married. The night before last Brenda fell asleep (in my arms?) while on the phone, and I thought not asking her to pray with me was pure negligence or neglect.
I was watching Zefferelli's Rome and Juliet when she called (I'm hoping to reread Coleridge-I own a copy of Collected Coleridge and can reread him anytime untill I give the volume to someone.), my putting it back on after.
I didn't tell her about every painting I needed to look at- I am a Pre-Rapaelite (untill notified by Heaven) and wouldn't eschew it if it were in my fiction. The Ideal of Perversity (Jean Delville, 1891) I hadn't seen untill this week. It is now one of my favorites. The Dawn of Love (Chrales Maurin) from that same year is equally fascinating.
We've been spending more than two hours a night on the phone, which is getting exciting as well as soft (I'm a little bit more affectionate than Paul McCartney in my tamborine and twelve string, need they overlook it) She called last night (cute sexy as in flying) with an idea for a mystery novel and I told her to talk fast if she felt like it and that I need to retire and would try to mostly listen to her. I did compliment her eroticlly, using the words flirt heavily, which she said was fine. She was singing and reading material from when she was studying broadcasting. (The Ghost of Hamilton Dow from Mem 201? of course not he's still alive- but listen to the song I Play Dead by Bjork to bring all this back into sensuality.) I was trying to explain that I meet directors from the theater, so she included them into her and my mystery novel- the detective-author has a love interest and would rather read Wuthering Heights or Anna Karenina and could care less about the Tangled Skein....oh, but The Game Is Afoot.
Brenda is Christian- I write about very soft nudity from Sweden during 1967 to 1975, not after 1975 inregard to nudity (not that I haven't kept my copy of The Mysterious Affair At Styles-The Curtain and my copy of The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes). I can use a back up telephone writer for Forbidden Art, but things are great- she's a good poet. If she has said "I love you" then she really listened to me when I used the principle of "Your Brother in Christ". (You-italized-may take a shower in front if me with another woman, if you are polite or supercool about it as an adult, I could care less if it ever is on Campus with permission.)
I told her she is pretty on the phone this afternoon and asked if she could call toinght.

Courting the muse, (new girlfriends- new stories about what my mom took to heaven with her; she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on and still know where to traffic to play in might be)

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se

http://www.whrb.org

Brenda you are lovely, Romeo and Juliet, Math 6 + Luke 11 in Mem 201

After being on the phone for more than eleven hours, half of it in bed, Brenda sent me her photo. She is lovely, so if the writing I was in the middle of near the University did very little, it has in fact brought something intangible. Doesn't it make sense to look for the intangible after divorce? She used my name while saying good night. True to form and Mr. Lord to a fault- I told her that politeness, honesty was my concern, add to that sensitivity, no matter how intellectual or how Seventies Rock, so I left her a message to decide which she liked best, Matthew Six or Luke Eleven, the latter having the doxology I believe. Sigrid Undset quotes it in Latin (Pater Noster) in the novel of hers that I read while married. The night before last Brenda fell asleep (in my arms?) while on the phone, and I thought not asking her to pray with me was pure negligence or neglect.
I was watching Zefferelli's Rome and Juliet when she called (I'm hoping to reread Coleridge-I own a copy of Collected Coleridge and can reread him anytime untill I give the volume to someone.), my putting it back on after.
I didn't tell her about every painting I needed to look at- I am a Pre-Rapaelite (untill notified by Heaven) and wouldn't eschew it if it were in my fiction. The Ideal of Perversity (Jean Delville, 1891) I hadn't seen untill this week. It is now one of my favorites. The Dawn of Love (Chrales Maurin) from that same year is equally fascinating.
We've been spending more than two hours a night on the phone, which is getting exciting as well as soft (I'm a little bit more affectionate than Paul McCartney in my tamborine and twelve string, need they overlook it) She called last night (cute sexy as in flying) with an idea for a mystery novel and I told her to talk fast if she felt like it and that I need to retire and would try to mostly listen to her. I did compliment her eroticlly, using the words flirt heavily, which she said was fine. She was singing and reading material from when she was studying broadcasting. (The Ghost of Hamilton Dow from Mem 201? of course not he's still alive- but listen to the song I Play Dead by Bjork to bring all this back into sensuality.) I was trying to explain that I meet directors from the theater, so she included them into her and my mystery novel- the detective-author has a love interest and would rather read Wuthering Heights or Anna Karenina and could care less about the Tangled Skein....oh, but The Game Is Afoot.
Brenda is Christian- I write about very soft nudity from Sweden during 1967 to 1975, not after 1975 inregard to nudity (not that I haven't kept my copy of The Mysterious Affair At Styles-The Curtain and my copy of The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes). I can use a back up telephone writer for Forbidden Art, but things are great- she's a good poet. If she has said "I love you" then she really listened to me when I used the principle of "Your Brother in Christ". (You-italized-may take a shower in front if me with another woman, if you are polite or supercool about it as an adult, I could care less if it ever is on Campus with permission.)
I told her she is pretty on the phone this afternoon and asked if she could call toinght.

Courting the muse, (new girlfriends- new stories about what my mom took to heaven with her; she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on and still know where to traffic to play in might be)

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se

http://www.whrb.org

Brenda you are lovely, Romeo and Juliet, Math 6 + Luke 11 in Mem 201

After being on the phone for more than eleven hours, half of it in bed, Brenda sent me her photo. She is lovely, so if the writing I was in the middle of near the University did very little, it has in fact brought something intangible. Doesn't it make sense to look for the intangible after divorce? She used my name while saying good night. True to form and Mr. Lord to a fault- I told her that politeness, honesty was my concern, add to that sensitivity, no matter how intellectual or how Seventies Rock, so I left her a message to decide which she liked best, Matthew Six or Luke Eleven, the latter having the doxology I believe. Sigrid Undset quotes it in Latin (Pater Noster) in the novel of hers that I read while married. The night before last Brenda fell asleep (in my arms?) while on the phone, and I thought not asking her to pray with me was pure negligence or neglect.
I was watching Zefferelli's Rome and Juliet when she called (I'm hoping to reread Coleridge-I own a copy of Collected Coleridge and can reread him anytime untill I give the volume to someone.), my putting it back on after.
I didn't tell her about every painting I needed to look at- I am a Pre-Rapaelite (untill notified by Heaven) and wouldn't eschew it if it were in my fiction. The Ideal of Perversity (Jean Delville, 1891) I hadn't seen untill this week. It is now one of my favorites. The Dawn of Love (Chrales Maurin) from that same year is equally fascinating.
We've been spending more than two hours a night on the phone, which is getting exciting as well as soft (I'm a little bit more affectionate than Paul McCartney in my tamborine and twelve string, need they overlook it) She called last night (cute sexy as in flying) with an idea for a mystery novel and I told her to talk fast if she felt like it and that I need to retire and would try to mostly listen to her. I did compliment her eroticlly, using the words flirt heavily, which she said was fine. She was singing and reading material from when she was studying broadcasting. (The Ghost of Hamilton Dow from Mem 201? of course not he's still alive- but listen to the song I Play Dead by Bjork to bring all this back into sensuality.) I was trying to explain that I meet directors from the theater, so she included them into her and my mystery novel- the detective-author has a love interest and would rather read Wuthering Heights or Anna Karenina and could care less about the Tangled Skein....oh, but The Game Is Afoot.
Brenda is Christian- I write about very soft nudity from Sweden during 1967 to 1975, not after 1975 inregard to nudity (not that I haven't kept my copy of The Mysterious Affair At Styles-The Curtain and my copy of The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes). I can use a back up telephone writer for Forbidden Art, but things are great- she's a good poet. If she has said "I love you" then she really listened to me when I used the principle of "Your Brother in Christ". (You-italized-may take a shower in front if me with another woman, if you are polite or supercool about it as an adult, I could care less if it ever is on Campus with permission.)
I told her she is pretty on the phone this afternoon and asked if she could call toinght.

Courting the muse, (new girlfriends- new stories about what my mom took to heaven with her; she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on and still know where to traffic to play in might be)

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se

http://www.whrb.org

Brenda you are lovely, Romeo and Juliet, Math 6 + Luke 11 in Mem 201

After being on the phone for more than eleven hours, half of it in bed, Brenda sent me her photo. She is lovely, so if the writing I was in the middle of near the University did very little, it has in fact brought something intangible. Doesn't it make sense to look for the intangible after divorce? She used my name while saying good night. True to form and Mr. Lord to a fault- I told her that politeness, honesty was my concern, add to that sensitivity, no matter how intellectual or how Seventies Rock, so I left her a message to decide which she liked best, Matthew Six or Luke Eleven, the latter having the doxology I believe. Sigrid Undset quotes it in Latin (Pater Noster) in the novel of hers that I read while married. The night before last Brenda fell asleep (in my arms?) while on the phone, and I thought not asking her to pray with me was pure negligence or neglect.
I was watching Zefferelli's Rome and Juliet when she called (I'm hoping to reread Coleridge-I own a copy of Collected Coleridge and can reread him anytime untill I give the volume to someone.), my putting it back on after.
I didn't tell her about every painting I needed to look at- I am a Pre-Rapaelite (untill notified by Heaven) and wouldn't eschew it if it were in my fiction. The Ideal of Perversity (Jean Delville, 1891) I hadn't seen untill this week. It is now one of my favorites. The Dawn of Love (Chrales Maurin) from that same year is equally fascinating.
We've been spending more than two hours a night on the phone, which is getting exciting as well as soft (I'm a little bit more affectionate than Paul McCartney in my tamborine and twelve string, need they overlook it) She called last night (cute sexy as in flying) with an idea for a mystery novel and I told her to talk fast if she felt like it and that I need to retire and would try to mostly listen to her. I did compliment her eroticlly, using the words flirt heavily, which she said was fine. She was singing and reading material from when she was studying broadcasting. (The Ghost of Hamilton Dow from Mem 201? of course not he's still alive- but listen to the song I Play Dead by Bjork to bring all this back into sensuality.) I was trying to explain that I meet directors from the theater, so she included them into her and my mystery novel- the detective-author has a love interest and would rather read Wuthering Heights or Anna Karenina and could care less about the Tangled Skein....oh, but The Game Is Afoot.
Brenda is Christian- I write about very soft nudity from Sweden during 1967 to 1975, not after 1975 inregard to nudity (not that I haven't kept my copy of The Mysterious Affair At Styles-The Curtain and my copy of The Exploits of Sherlock Holmes). I can use a back up telephone writer for Forbidden Art, but things are great- she's a good poet. If she has said "I love you" then she really listened to me when I used the principle of "Your Brother in Christ". (You-italized-may take a shower in front if me with another woman, if you are polite or supercool about it as an adult, I could care less if it ever is on Campus with permission.)
I told her she is pretty on the phone this afternoon and asked if she could call toinght.

Courting the muse, (new girlfriends- new stories about what my mom took to heaven with her; she'd lose her head if it wasn't screwed on and still know where to traffic to play in might be)

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se

http://www.whrb.org

Brenda's poetry, on the phone again for three hours

Brenda and I were on the telephone again from eleven till two- two thirty as she was reading her poetry to me. Seven hours in if you combine the two nights. There was also a conversation about ecclesiastical poety without my explaining how many divinity students are near by and how much Comparative Religion there is in the city (it is archaic to think of it as being secular, really?). Of course I begin with a possibly one-sided agnostic tactfully put outlook when talking to Christian women that are beautiful in that they attend worship service. I explained that Love Comes First, then any belief in Christ. She belives the Bible is the word, or love, of God and paraphrashed the principle of Truth, Light and Way. (Is it that it is only Truth Light and Way, under the authority of the Father) I tried to explain that love exists in heaven (I do not believe in an afterlife-heaven is the legacy left to those of us here still alive to act; Heaven is the Here and Now we have inherited from the deceased, from their testamentof living, having lived, having loved and having been loved.)
I explained that I don't believe in the existence of sin or a fallen angel, only disease and compassion.
I went on about She sings beautifully and there was on note that I would have tried to accompany her on, but I knew where it was in the stanza.
Her poetry is good. Much of it is scanned and ryhmed.
I promised I would include her in my own form of prayer.
I'd love it if she really were to fall in love.
There's too much literary criticism in my form of prayer and not enough get things on paper.
I mentioned to her that I again met the director of a theater company and none of her young actresses inadvertantly had found there way into the shower this time. My trick or guideline is that I meet creative people of renown without discussing literature with them- dada is to surrealism as bohemia is to the here and now.
I got a hug last night from one of the young lady's that I knew when I was married- it was soft and I let her go way to soon. After the first hug I was trying to manuever throwing a pass at her. She was in school and worked in the video store while I was married. The second hug was more accurate. Now she's decadent, but respectable, ie. gone. I explained on the phone that she couldn't stay.
Earlier I had that song lyric can easily be distiguished from free verse. There is college radio music that is innovative without being overly experiment. I found that Vilhelm Ekelund had been the first prominent proponent of free verse "before returning to prose'. Notably, in six years, at the beginning of the twentieth century, he wrote six volumes, including Varbris (Spring Breeze), Syner (Visions) Havets Stajarna (Star of the Sea).

http://sites.ggole.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

Brenda's poetry, on the phone again for three hours

Brenda and I were on the telephone again from eleven till two- two thirty as she was reading her poetry to me. Seven hours in if you combine the two nights. There was also a conversation about ecclesiastical poety without my explaining how many divinity students are near by and how much Comparative Religion there is in the city (it is archaic to think of it as being secular, really?). Of course I begin with a possibly one-sided agnostic tactfully put outlook when talking to Christian women that are beautiful in that they attend worship service. I explained that Love Comes First, then any belief in Christ. She belives the Bible is the word, or love, of God and paraphrashed the principle of Truth, Light and Way. (Is it that it is only Truth Light and Way, under the authority of the Father) I tried to explain that love exists in heaven (I do not believe in an afterlife-heaven is the legacy left to those of us here still alive to act; Heaven is the Here and Now we have inherited from the deceased, from their testamentof living, having lived, having loved and having been loved.)
I explained that I don't believe in the existence of sin or a fallen angel, only disease and compassion.
I went on about She sings beautifully and there was on note that I would have tried to accompany her on, but I knew where it was in the stanza.
Her poetry is good. Much of it is scanned and ryhmed.
I promised I would include her in my own form of prayer.
I'd love it if she really were to fall in love.
There's too much literary criticism in my form of prayer and not enough get things on paper.
I mentioned to her that I again met the director of a theater company and none of her young actresses inadvertantly had found there way into the shower this time. My trick or guideline is that I meet creative people of renown without discussing literature with them- dada is to surrealism as bohemia is to the here and now.
I got a hug last night from one of the young lady's that I knew when I was married- it was soft and I let her go way to soon. After the first hug I was trying to manuever throwing a pass at her. She was in school and worked in the video store while I was married. The second hug was more accurate. Now she's decadent, but respectable, ie. gone. I explained on the phone that she couldn't stay.
Earlier I had that song lyric can easily be distiguished from free verse. There is college radio music that is innovative without being overly experiment. I found that Vilhelm Ekelund had been the first prominent proponent of free verse "before returning to prose'. Notably, in six years, at the beginning of the twentieth century, he wrote six volumes, including Varbris (Spring Breeze), Syner (Visions) Havets Stajarna (Star of the Sea).

http://sites.ggole.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

Brenda's poetry, on the phone again for three hours

Brenda and I were on the telephone again from eleven till two- two thirty as she was reading her poetry to me. Seven hours in if you combine the two nights. There was also a conversation about ecclesiastical poety without my explaining how many divinity students are near by and how much Comparative Religion there is in the city (it is archaic to think of it as being secular, really?). Of course I begin with a possibly one-sided agnostic tactfully put outlook when talking to Christian women that are beautiful in that they attend worship service. I explained that Love Comes First, then any belief in Christ. She belives the Bible is the word, or love, of God and paraphrashed the principle of Truth, Light and Way. (Is it that it is only Truth Light and Way, under the authority of the Father) I tried to explain that love exists in heaven (I do not believe in an afterlife-heaven is the legacy left to those of us here still alive to act; Heaven is the Here and Now we have inherited from the deceased, from their testamentof living, having lived, having loved and having been loved.)
I explained that I don't believe in the existence of sin or a fallen angel, only disease and compassion.
I went on about She sings beautifully and there was on note that I would have tried to accompany her on, but I knew where it was in the stanza.
Her poetry is good. Much of it is scanned and ryhmed.
I promised I would include her in my own form of prayer.
I'd love it if she really were to fall in love.
There's too much literary criticism in my form of prayer and not enough get things on paper.
I mentioned to her that I again met the director of a theater company and none of her young actresses inadvertantly had found there way into the shower this time. My trick or guideline is that I meet creative people of renown without discussing literature with them- dada is to surrealism as bohemia is to the here and now.
I got a hug last night from one of the young lady's that I knew when I was married- it was soft and I let her go way to soon. After the first hug I was trying to manuever throwing a pass at her. She was in school and worked in the video store while I was married. The second hug was more accurate. Now she's decadent, but respectable, ie. gone. I explained on the phone that she couldn't stay.
Earlier I had that song lyric can easily be distiguished from free verse. There is college radio music that is innovative without being overly experiment. I found that Vilhelm Ekelund had been the first prominent proponent of free verse "before returning to prose'. Notably, in six years, at the beginning of the twentieth century, he wrote six volumes, including Varbris (Spring Breeze), Syner (Visions) Havets Stajarna (Star of the Sea).

http://sites.ggole.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

Brenda's poetry, on the phone again for three hours

Brenda and I were on the telephone again from eleven till two- two thirty as she was reading her poetry to me. Seven hours in if you combine the two nights. There was also a conversation about ecclesiastical poety without my explaining how many divinity students are near by and how much Comparative Religion there is in the city (it is archaic to think of it as being secular, really?). Of course I begin with a possibly one-sided agnostic tactfully put outlook when talking to Christian women that are beautiful in that they attend worship service. I explained that Love Comes First, then any belief in Christ. She belives the Bible is the word, or love, of God and paraphrashed the principle of Truth, Light and Way. (Is it that it is only Truth Light and Way, under the authority of the Father) I tried to explain that love exists in heaven (I do not believe in an afterlife-heaven is the legacy left to those of us here still alive to act; Heaven is the Here and Now we have inherited from the deceased, from their testamentof living, having lived, having loved and having been loved.)
I explained that I don't believe in the existence of sin or a fallen angel, only disease and compassion.
I went on about She sings beautifully and there was on note that I would have tried to accompany her on, but I knew where it was in the stanza.
Her poetry is good. Much of it is scanned and ryhmed.
I promised I would include her in my own form of prayer.
I'd love it if she really were to fall in love.
There's too much literary criticism in my form of prayer and not enough get things on paper.
I mentioned to her that I again met the director of a theater company and none of her young actresses inadvertantly had found there way into the shower this time. My trick or guideline is that I meet creative people of renown without discussing literature with them- dada is to surrealism as bohemia is to the here and now.
I got a hug last night from one of the young lady's that I knew when I was married- it was soft and I let her go way to soon. After the first hug I was trying to manuever throwing a pass at her. She was in school and worked in the video store while I was married. The second hug was more accurate. Now she's decadent, but respectable, ie. gone. I explained on the phone that she couldn't stay.
Earlier I had that song lyric can easily be distiguished from free verse. There is college radio music that is innovative without being overly experiment. I found that Vilhelm Ekelund had been the first prominent proponent of free verse "before returning to prose'. Notably, in six years, at the beginning of the twentieth century, he wrote six volumes, including Varbris (Spring Breeze), Syner (Visions) Havets Stajarna (Star of the Sea).

http://sites.ggole.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

Brenda's poetry, on the phone again for three hours

Brenda and I were on the telephone again from eleven till two- two thirty as she was reading her poetry to me. Seven hours in if you combine the two nights. There was also a conversation about ecclesiastical poety without my explaining how many divinity students are near by and how much Comparative Religion there is in the city (it is archaic to think of it as being secular, really?). Of course I begin with a possibly one-sided agnostic tactfully put outlook when talking to Christian women that are beautiful in that they attend worship service. I explained that Love Comes First, then any belief in Christ. She belives the Bible is the word, or love, of God and paraphrashed the principle of Truth, Light and Way. (Is it that it is only Truth Light and Way, under the authority of the Father) I tried to explain that love exists in heaven (I do not believe in an afterlife-heaven is the legacy left to those of us here still alive to act; Heaven is the Here and Now we have inherited from the deceased, from their testamentof living, having lived, having loved and having been loved.)
I explained that I don't believe in the existence of sin or a fallen angel, only disease and compassion.
I went on about She sings beautifully and there was on note that I would have tried to accompany her on, but I knew where it was in the stanza.
Her poetry is good. Much of it is scanned and ryhmed.
I promised I would include her in my own form of prayer.
I'd love it if she really were to fall in love.
There's too much literary criticism in my form of prayer and not enough get things on paper.
I mentioned to her that I again met the director of a theater company and none of her young actresses inadvertantly had found there way into the shower this time. My trick or guideline is that I meet creative people of renown without discussing literature with them- dada is to surrealism as bohemia is to the here and now.
I got a hug last night from one of the young lady's that I knew when I was married- it was soft and I let her go way to soon. After the first hug I was trying to manuever throwing a pass at her. She was in school and worked in the video store while I was married. The second hug was more accurate. Now she's decadent, but respectable, ie. gone. I explained on the phone that she couldn't stay.
Earlier I had that song lyric can easily be distiguished from free verse. There is college radio music that is innovative without being overly experiment. I found that Vilhelm Ekelund had been the first prominent proponent of free verse "before returning to prose'. Notably, in six years, at the beginning of the twentieth century, he wrote six volumes, including Varbris (Spring Breeze), Syner (Visions) Havets Stajarna (Star of the Sea).

http://sites.ggole.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

Brenda's poetry, on the phone again for three hours

Brenda and I were on the telephone again from eleven till two- two thirty as she was reading her poetry to me. Seven hours in if you combine the two nights. There was also a conversation about ecclesiastical poety without my explaining how many divinity students are near by and how much Comparative Religion there is in the city (it is archaic to think of it as being secular, really?). Of course I begin with a possibly one-sided agnostic tactfully put outlook when talking to Christian women that are beautiful in that they attend worship service. I explained that Love Comes First, then any belief in Christ. She belives the Bible is the word, or love, of God and paraphrashed the principle of Truth, Light and Way. (Is it that it is only Truth Light and Way, under the authority of the Father) I tried to explain that love exists in heaven (I do not believe in an afterlife-heaven is the legacy left to those of us here still alive to act; Heaven is the Here and Now we have inherited from the deceased, from their testamentof living, having lived, having loved and having been loved.)
I explained that I don't believe in the existence of sin or a fallen angel, only disease and compassion.
I went on about She sings beautifully and there was on note that I would have tried to accompany her on, but I knew where it was in the stanza.
Her poetry is good. Much of it is scanned and ryhmed.
I promised I would include her in my own form of prayer.
I'd love it if she really were to fall in love.
There's too much literary criticism in my form of prayer and not enough get things on paper.
I mentioned to her that I again met the director of a theater company and none of her young actresses inadvertantly had found there way into the shower this time. My trick or guideline is that I meet creative people of renown without discussing literature with them- dada is to surrealism as bohemia is to the here and now.
I got a hug last night from one of the young lady's that I knew when I was married- it was soft and I let her go way to soon. After the first hug I was trying to manuever throwing a pass at her. She was in school and worked in the video store while I was married. The second hug was more accurate. Now she's decadent, but respectable, ie. gone. I explained on the phone that she couldn't stay.
Earlier I had that song lyric can easily be distiguished from free verse. There is college radio music that is innovative without being overly experiment. I found that Vilhelm Ekelund had been the first prominent proponent of free verse "before returning to prose'. Notably, in six years, at the beginning of the twentieth century, he wrote six volumes, including Varbris (Spring Breeze), Syner (Visions) Havets Stajarna (Star of the Sea).

http://sites.ggole.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

Brenda's poetry, on the phone again for three hours

Brenda and I were on the telephone again from eleven till two- two thirty as she was reading her poetry to me. Seven hours in if you combine the two nights. There was also a conversation about ecclesiastical poety without my explaining how many divinity students are near by and how much Comparative Religion there is in the city (it is archaic to think of it as being secular, really?). Of course I begin with a possibly one-sided agnostic tactfully put outlook when talking to Christian women that are beautiful in that they attend worship service. I explained that Love Comes First, then any belief in Christ. She belives the Bible is the word, or love, of God and paraphrashed the principle of Truth, Light and Way. (Is it that it is only Truth Light and Way, under the authority of the Father) I tried to explain that love exists in heaven (I do not believe in an afterlife-heaven is the legacy left to those of us here still alive to act; Heaven is the Here and Now we have inherited from the deceased, from their testamentof living, having lived, having loved and having been loved.)
I explained that I don't believe in the existence of sin or a fallen angel, only disease and compassion.
I went on about She sings beautifully and there was on note that I would have tried to accompany her on, but I knew where it was in the stanza.
Her poetry is good. Much of it is scanned and ryhmed.
I promised I would include her in my own form of prayer.
I'd love it if she really were to fall in love.
There's too much literary criticism in my form of prayer and not enough get things on paper.
I mentioned to her that I again met the director of a theater company and none of her young actresses inadvertantly had found there way into the shower this time. My trick or guideline is that I meet creative people of renown without discussing literature with them- dada is to surrealism as bohemia is to the here and now.
I got a hug last night from one of the young lady's that I knew when I was married- it was soft and I let her go way to soon. After the first hug I was trying to manuever throwing a pass at her. She was in school and worked in the video store while I was married. The second hug was more accurate. Now she's decadent, but respectable, ie. gone. I explained on the phone that she couldn't stay.
Earlier I had that song lyric can easily be distiguished from free verse. There is college radio music that is innovative without being overly experiment. I found that Vilhelm Ekelund had been the first prominent proponent of free verse "before returning to prose'. Notably, in six years, at the beginning of the twentieth century, he wrote six volumes, including Varbris (Spring Breeze), Syner (Visions) Havets Stajarna (Star of the Sea).

http://sites.ggole.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

Brenda, Bergman, college radio

Brenda telephoned me. Exclamation point: she's cute. She is my new reader. I didn't have time to add that I told her its cool when women laugh, though I try not to- I mentioned it wasn't sexy for men to laugh often. She read quotes of a foriegn novelist that I had thought of quickly, which I appreciated listening to; I was reluctant to show her the webpage that I had available (it was like the blogs I'm now closing, or revamping), but it went well and she liked my design.
I called later to say "Good Night", while she was in bed and mentioned that she must be tired from talking to me for hours the night before, so I asked her to go to sleep.
I did watch To Joy (Ingmar Bergman) after with Victor Sjostrom and Margit Carlvist but will keep my notes for later with those I have on Port of Call and Thirst, both of which I should watch again. To Joy included the music of the composer Smetana.
I got a nice "Bye, Bye" that was bright and uplifting from a college disc jockey this morning as a late riser, one I particularly like. I seemed a little too happy on the phone, but its music. I happen to appreciate her on air as being a little serious, not too. I had two questions for her, the second being which album a different song by a particular group was on.

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se/

http://www.whrb.org/

http://www.wcrb.org/

Brenda, Bergman, college radio

Brenda telephoned me. Exclamation point: she's cute. She is my new reader. I didn't have time to add that I told her its cool when women laugh, though I try not to- I mentioned it wasn't sexy for men to laugh often. She read quotes of a foriegn novelist that I had thought of quickly, which I appreciated listening to; I was reluctant to show her the webpage that I had available (it was like the blogs I'm now closing, or revamping), but it went well and she liked my design.
I called later to say "Good Night", while she was in bed and mentioned that she must be tired from talking to me for hours the night before, so I asked her to go to sleep.
I did watch To Joy (Ingmar Bergman) after with Victor Sjostrom and Margit Carlvist but will keep my notes for later with those I have on Port of Call and Thirst, both of which I should watch again. To Joy included the music of the composer Smetana.
I got a nice "Bye, Bye" that was bright and uplifting from a college disc jockey this morning as a late riser, one I particularly like. I seemed a little too happy on the phone, but its music. I happen to appreciate her on air as being a little serious, not too. I had two questions for her, the second being which album a different song by a particular group was on.

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se/

http://www.whrb.org/

http://www.wcrb.org/

Brenda, Bergman, college radio

Brenda telephoned me. Exclamation point: she's cute. She is my new reader. I didn't have time to add that I told her its cool when women laugh, though I try not to- I mentioned it wasn't sexy for men to laugh often. She read quotes of a foriegn novelist that I had thought of quickly, which I appreciated listening to; I was reluctant to show her the webpage that I had available (it was like the blogs I'm now closing, or revamping), but it went well and she liked my design.
I called later to say "Good Night", while she was in bed and mentioned that she must be tired from talking to me for hours the night before, so I asked her to go to sleep.
I did watch To Joy (Ingmar Bergman) after with Victor Sjostrom and Margit Carlvist but will keep my notes for later with those I have on Port of Call and Thirst, both of which I should watch again. To Joy included the music of the composer Smetana.
I got a nice "Bye, Bye" that was bright and uplifting from a college disc jockey this morning as a late riser, one I particularly like. I seemed a little too happy on the phone, but its music. I happen to appreciate her on air as being a little serious, not too. I had two questions for her, the second being which album a different song by a particular group was on.

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se/

http://www.whrb.org/

http://www.wcrb.org/

Brenda, Bergman, college radio

Brenda telephoned me. Exclamation point: she's cute. She is my new reader. I didn't have time to add that I told her its cool when women laugh, though I try not to- I mentioned it wasn't sexy for men to laugh often. She read quotes of a foriegn novelist that I had thought of quickly, which I appreciated listening to; I was reluctant to show her the webpage that I had available (it was like the blogs I'm now closing, or revamping), but it went well and she liked my design.
I called later to say "Good Night", while she was in bed and mentioned that she must be tired from talking to me for hours the night before, so I asked her to go to sleep.
I did watch To Joy (Ingmar Bergman) after with Victor Sjostrom and Margit Carlvist but will keep my notes for later with those I have on Port of Call and Thirst, both of which I should watch again. To Joy included the music of the composer Smetana.
I got a nice "Bye, Bye" that was bright and uplifting from a college disc jockey this morning as a late riser, one I particularly like. I seemed a little too happy on the phone, but its music. I happen to appreciate her on air as being a little serious, not too. I had two questions for her, the second being which album a different song by a particular group was on.

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se/

http://www.whrb.org/

http://www.wcrb.org/

Brenda, Bergman, college radio

Brenda telephoned me. Exclamation point: she's cute. She is my new reader. I didn't have time to add that I told her its cool when women laugh, though I try not to- I mentioned it wasn't sexy for men to laugh often. She read quotes of a foriegn novelist that I had thought of quickly, which I appreciated listening to; I was reluctant to show her the webpage that I had available (it was like the blogs I'm now closing, or revamping), but it went well and she liked my design.
I called later to say "Good Night", while she was in bed and mentioned that she must be tired from talking to me for hours the night before, so I asked her to go to sleep.
I did watch To Joy (Ingmar Bergman) after with Victor Sjostrom and Margit Carlvist but will keep my notes for later with those I have on Port of Call and Thirst, both of which I should watch again. To Joy included the music of the composer Smetana.
I got a nice "Bye, Bye" that was bright and uplifting from a college disc jockey this morning as a late riser, one I particularly like. I seemed a little too happy on the phone, but its music. I happen to appreciate her on air as being a little serious, not too. I had two questions for her, the second being which album a different song by a particular group was on.

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se/

http://www.whrb.org/

http://www.wcrb.org/

Brenda, Bergman, college radio

Brenda telephoned me. Exclamation point: she's cute. She is my new reader. I didn't have time to add that I told her its cool when women laugh, though I try not to- I mentioned it wasn't sexy for men to laugh often. She read quotes of a foriegn novelist that I had thought of quickly, which I appreciated listening to; I was reluctant to show her the webpage that I had available (it was like the blogs I'm now closing, or revamping), but it went well and she liked my design.
I called later to say "Good Night", while she was in bed and mentioned that she must be tired from talking to me for hours the night before, so I asked her to go to sleep.
I did watch To Joy (Ingmar Bergman) after with Victor Sjostrom and Margit Carlvist but will keep my notes for later with those I have on Port of Call and Thirst, both of which I should watch again. To Joy included the music of the composer Smetana.
I got a nice "Bye, Bye" that was bright and uplifting from a college disc jockey this morning as a late riser, one I particularly like. I seemed a little too happy on the phone, but its music. I happen to appreciate her on air as being a little serious, not too. I had two questions for her, the second being which album a different song by a particular group was on.

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se/

http://www.whrb.org/

http://www.wcrb.org/

Brenda, Bergman, college radio

Brenda telephoned me. Exclamation point: she's cute. She is my new reader. I didn't have time to add that I told her its cool when women laugh, though I try not to- I mentioned it wasn't sexy for men to laugh often. She read quotes of a foriegn novelist that I had thought of quickly, which I appreciated listening to; I was reluctant to show her the webpage that I had available (it was like the blogs I'm now closing, or revamping), but it went well and she liked my design.
I called later to say "Good Night", while she was in bed and mentioned that she must be tired from talking to me for hours the night before, so I asked her to go to sleep.
I did watch To Joy (Ingmar Bergman) after with Victor Sjostrom and Margit Carlvist but will keep my notes for later with those I have on Port of Call and Thirst, both of which I should watch again. To Joy included the music of the composer Smetana.
I got a nice "Bye, Bye" that was bright and uplifting from a college disc jockey this morning as a late riser, one I particularly like. I seemed a little too happy on the phone, but its music. I happen to appreciate her on air as being a little serious, not too. I had two questions for her, the second being which album a different song by a particular group was on.

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se/

http://www.whrb.org/

http://www.wcrb.org/

Brenda, Bergman, college radio

Brenda telephoned me. Exclamation point: she's cute. She is my new reader. I didn't have time to add that I told her its cool when women laugh, though I try not to- I mentioned it wasn't sexy for men to laugh often. She read quotes of a foriegn novelist that I had thought of quickly, which I appreciated listening to; I was reluctant to show her the webpage that I had available (it was like the blogs I'm now closing, or revamping), but it went well and she liked my design.
I called later to say "Good Night", while she was in bed and mentioned that she must be tired from talking to me for hours the night before, so I asked her to go to sleep.
I did watch To Joy (Ingmar Bergman) after with Victor Sjostrom and Margit Carlvist but will keep my notes for later with those I have on Port of Call and Thirst, both of which I should watch again. To Joy included the music of the composer Smetana.
I got a nice "Bye, Bye" that was bright and uplifting from a college disc jockey this morning as a late riser, one I particularly like. I seemed a little too happy on the phone, but its music. I happen to appreciate her on air as being a little serious, not too. I had two questions for her, the second being which album a different song by a particular group was on.

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

http://scottlord.blogs.se/

http://www.whrb.org/

http://www.wcrb.org/

on the phone for three hours, twelve to three thirty poem Mem 201

Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.

Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.

I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She's five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.

I said, "You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you."

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

on the phone for three hours, twelve to three thirty poem Mem 201

Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.

Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.

I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She's five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.

I said, "You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you."

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

on the phone for three hours, twelve to three thirty poem Mem 201

Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.

Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.

I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She's five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.

I said, "You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you."

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

on the phone for three hours, twelve to three thirty poem Mem 201

Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.

Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.

I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She's five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.

I said, "You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you."

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

on the phone for three hours, twelve to three thirty poem Mem 201

Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.

Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.

I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She's five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.

I said, "You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you."

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

on the phone for three hours, twelve to three thirty poem Mem 201

Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.

Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.

I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She's five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.

I said, "You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you."

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

on the phone for three hours, twelve to three thirty poem Mem 201

Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.

Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.

I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She's five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.

I said, "You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you."

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on the phone for three hours, twelve to three thirty poem Mem 201

Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.

Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.

I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She's five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.

I said, "You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you."

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

on the phone for three hours, twelve to three thirty poem Mem 201

Brenda and I were on the phone for three hours last night. The beautiful thing is that she likes to laugh and second guessed my novel. She applied at Columbia and is a drummer, so during the conversation she helped me create character- at about three fifteen.

Deeper the night will fall,
Caught by the relfection of the moon,
Deeper the night will fall, cuaght by the relection of one moon.

I asked if she was in bed and she said that she was, she could have orgasmed five minutes before then- I hope she did.
She's five one, two hundred pounds. Dark hair.

I said, "You were nice to me. I would try to kiss you or ask to kiss you."

http://sites.google.com/site/scottlorderoticnovel/home

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar

Ladytron - Sugar