Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Cover Story 0004 - Ch.10

What We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
Dreams of dreams
Confusion of the feelings

First love, [last rites]
Days of joy

Erogenous zone
Nights of love and laughter
Kama Sutra
The orgy - an idyl
The Siren

Little misunderstanding of no importance

For visitors stumbling upon this site:

Who gave Omnium the impetus
Cover stories: The beginning
What Cover-story 0004 is about

Fancy to join? The Flesh-eating Dragon offers a good introduction

Tuesday, August 03, 2010

Census of Marine Life

There's still much homo insapiens can destroy. Enjoy.

Cover Story 0004 - Ch.9

What We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
Dreams of dreams
Confusion of the feelings

First love, [last rites]
Days of joy

Erogenous zone
Nights of love and laughter
Kama Sutra
The orgy - an idyll
Little misunderstanding of no importancel

For visitors stumbling upon this site:

Who gave Omnium the impetus
Cover stories: The beginning
What Cover-story 0004 is about

Fancy to join? The Flesh-eating Dragon offers a good introduction

Monday, August 02, 2010

Cover Story 0004 - Ch.8


What We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
Dreams of dreams
Confusion of the feelings

First love, [last rites]
Days of joy

Erogenous zone
Nights of love and laughter
Kama Sutra
The orgy - an idyll


For visitors stumbling upon this site:

Who gave Omnium the impetus
Cover stories: The beginning
What Cover-story 0004 is about

Fancy to join? The Flesh-eating Dragon offers a good introduction

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Cover Story 0004 - Ch.7

What We Talk About Love When We Talk About Love
Confusion of the feelings
Days of joy
Dreams of dreams
First love, [last rites]
Erogenous zone
Nights of love and laughter
Kama Sutra


For visitors stumbling upon this site:

Who gave Omnium the impetus
Cover stories: The beginning
What Cover-story 0004 is about

Fancy to join? The Flesh-eating Dragon offers a good introduction

An August beginning

On the last day of July - thus yesterday -, after lunch sitting on balcony enjoying a mug of coffee, a finger-rolled (sic) fag and a certain chapter in Pessoa's 'Book of Unrest', I got a tiny bit distracted by some flies and butterflies jetting around my head, as if drugged up to their eyeballs like the saying goes about certain US-Airforce-pilots. Thus, I went downstairs, soon got ...


 
to the bottom of the phenomenon and decided ...

to leave the cherries to Seanhenge's Air Force
but
allow myself ...

to start August with a plain pleasure.