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This warms my heart. Your dad is probably close to my age so its like passing it on to the next generation. Star Wars will never die! I saw Star Wars in 70mm at this theatre in 1977-78: http://cinematreasures.org/theaters/18164 It was one of the stadium sized Cinemascope theatres. It only had on screen and it was wrap around and about the size of a football field! I sat in awe as Darth Vader's Star Destroyer 'Devestator' flew over taking pot shots at the Tantive V. From that point on Star Wars became my religion! I was 6 years old!

Sabrina will have her day...sooner than you might think. I'm glad you like Brian. My set up for him had the desired effect. Everyone that left reviews hated him so much...because they couldn't yet see behind the mask. "Never trust a D*** by its owner, or something." - Snowflake is quite a complicated person. There is always something missing that keeps you guessing. Like I was explaining to someone earlier about him, he is almost a human analogue for the the island nation of Iceland. All cold and ice on its surface in its winter, but raging beneath are blazing fountains of fire and tectonic forces that are always in stress. Can spring rain come and bing life to the cold and calm to the fire or will it have come too late and this volcanic soul explode and shatter? Can this wild descendant from Viking ancestors finally know peace in the touch of love or will he break loose and go berserker? We shall see...

I'm trying to remember. Did Hooters try one of these and call it Bananas? I seem to remember it.

I agree. What mischief have Brian and Snowflake done there?

Questions still whirled like wind through Moira’s mind as Joraan, the ‘Leprechaun’, sat in a chair by her bedside. He sat back in that chair with his head tilted up as he puffed a triple ring of smoke that somehow managed to link together forming a triune shape. The smoke was…purple? Moira blinked herself out of the stupor in which she’d found herself and a look of consternation crossed her pretty face. He’d done this to her somehow? It was all some trick! At once she sat up on the side of

Oh thank you so much Rex! More is forthcoming as soon as I can wring it out of my brain.

Every time you post a new chapter to one of your stories it feels like my birthday! Thank you for what you share.

ON A DEAD CHILD by Richard Barham Middleton Man proposes, God in His time disposes, And so I wander'd up to where you lay, A little rose among the little roses, And no more dead than they. It seemed your childish feet were tired of straying, You did not greet me from your flower-strewn bed, Yet still I knew that you were only playing -- Playing at being dead. I might have thought that you were really sleeping, So quiet lay your eyelids to the sky, So still your hair, but surely you were peeping; And so I did not cry. God knows, and in His proper time disposes, And so I smiled and gently called your name, Added my rose to your sweet heap of roses, And left you to your game.

Thank you so much!

~~~~~~ Jimmy I'll be honest with you, sugar, I've never been sucked off like that before. None of the boys I've ever gotten to play with ever could do what Mr. Chesney did for me tonight. I have never ever EVAR cum like that before in my whole little life! Mr. Chesney acts like this big arrogant jock with the golden hair, the pearly smile, and the skyest blue eyes. But, he's got a golden heart and a dark chocolate soul. No guy can deliver that kind of sex and not love to make you feel lo

I'll post some more tomorrow as there is a wealth of new talent out there that's making great music...and its not on Top 40 radio.

I've also fallen in absolute love with this song and this band. They are new too! Reminds me of Lindsay Buckingham and Stevie Nicks back in the early days of Fleetwood Mac: In The Valley Below: Peaches

They've been playing it a lot on my Alternative To Music station, 94.9 in San Diego. I think it got 5th most requested song of the day last night. I love the raggae rhythm innit!

Great new song. Great new band. Kongos: I Want to Know

Beware the Frozen Heart, Michael. All the money in the world cannot thaw it.

​now I want chocolate buttermilk donuts from Winchell's dangit!

^ pegged (skinny) jeans! I tried some of those on the other day. Still don't look good on my stubby legs. I'll have to do short shorts once I get my tan back.

^ Aren't gravity and donuts terrible!

What I used to wear as a teen is back in style again. It makes me wish I hadn't thrown out my "vintage" 80s wardrobe. Expect that these will make a come back by the time you guys reach your 40s... Excrament on a cracker...what I used to wear is 'vintage' now. *cries*

Thank you! This is a beautiful interpretation of the musical piece "Late October" by Harold Budd and Brian Eno. Thank you for answering my prompt.

Jim does as do others that have gone missing. They live on as a higher energy.

She awoke to a soft moaning and to the wet cold aching into her bones. Startled to find herself in the mud she sat up like a spring and managed to remember enough of the last few minutes to look before her and see the lump of a figure in dark cloth. Fright gripped her again and she kicked away from the figure, gasping in a panic. The shape moved ever so slightly and uttered another gurgling moan that was as pathetic as a dying child’s. This composed Moira into another set of emotions and

"Poor little Jimmy. What mischief have I done there?" ~ Snowflake When you don't think you've made an impression, Comsie, remember that you are my muse and a muse to many. Thank you for what you do. Another great, heartfelt chapter.

Sweet Story: Straight Teen Asks His Gay Best Friend to the Prom: http://www.queerty.com/straight-teen-asks-his-gay-best-friend-to-prom-20150423?utm_source=bb82&utm_medium=social&utm_campaign=gaystraightprom&ts_pid=2

Aw shoot! I missed it! Well, anyways, happy belated birfday, Carlos, from sunny San Diego!