At times like these -- less clothing always makes things better. Or hotter.
The Road To Hell...
Splitastic

In the beginning...

This is not me.

This is not me.

This is not the blogger you are looking for. However, it is something worth looking at, and that's what this section is all about (and isn't the rest of the site pretty much the same?). I've just voted this guy the president of planet hotness, a lifetime appointment or until his abs disappear. Not to say my finicky finger of fate will not throw him to the wayside and pick some other hottie to replace him. It happens. Get over it.

In the moment

The Summer Knows

The summer smiles, the summer knows, and unashamed, she sheds her clothes. The summer smoothes the restless sky, And lovingly she warms the sand on which you lie. The summer knows, the summer's wise, she sees the doubts within your eyes, And so she takes her summertime, tells the moon to wait and the sun to linger, Twist the world around her summer finger. Lets you see the wonder of it all, And if you learned your lesson well, There's little more for her to tell, One last caress, it's time to dress for fall.
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