August 4, 2012

Messy Diapers

My favorite kinda diaper is a messy diaper! A fresh diaper always feels good, nice and soft against my bottom, but a messy diaper feels the best. It’s warm and squishy makes me feel like the little ABy I am. Sometimes I feel shy about making my diaper messy. Daddy has to help me when I feel shy. He holds me in his arms and rubs my diapered bottom while he rocks me. If I’m having a really hard time, he slips his hand inside the back of my diaper and rubs my bare bottom. He slides his finger up and down between my cheeks and slides a finger inside my bottom. That works every time! When Daddy pulls his finger out I can always feel the poopy start to come out. I like to plop down on my bottom and feel the messys squish all over inside my diaper. I feel it spread all over my little butt cheeks and squish between them. I rock forward so it squishes between my smooth little lips. Daddy loves to watch me play in my messy stinky diaper. He claps while I bounce up and down, making it squish loudly. After a while I crawl back over to Daddy and climb up in his lap so he can rub my squishy bottom. He squeezes my diaper so the poopy gushes even more. Daddy loves to squish and rub my messy diaper and give me kisses! When we’re all done, Daddy cleans me up and rubs lotion all over my bottom. Then I get a fresh new diaper to make messy all over again! Will you come play with me and change my messy diapers? Diaper Girl Lacy 1.888.430.2010
December 20, 2010

Bells Across the Snow

First pupil: Christmas, merry Christmas! Is it really come again? With its memories and greetings, With its joys and with its pain There’s a minor in the carol, And a shadow in the light, And a spray of cypress twining With the holly wreath tonight. And the hush is never broken By laughter, light and low, As we listen in the starlight To the “bells across the snow.” Second pupil: Christmas, merry Christmas! ‘Tis not so very long Since other voices blended With the carol and the song! If we could but hear them singing As they are singing now, If we could but see the radiance Of the crown on each dear brow; There would be no sigh to smother, No hidden tear to flow, As we listen in the starlight To the “bells across the snow.” Third pupil: O Christmas, merry Christmas! This never more can be; We cannot bring again the days Of our unshadowed glee. But Christmas, happy Christmas, Sweet herald of good will, With holy songs of glory, Brings holy gladness still. For peace and hope may brighten, And patient love may glow, As we listen in the starlight To the “bells across the snow.” —F.R. Havergal Lily
August 31, 2010

My Dream (A Vision Of Peace)

Where the mountains touch the sky Where poets DREAM, where eagles fly A secret place above the crowd Just beneath a silver-lined cloud. Lift your eyes to a snowy peak And see the soon-to-be we seek Whisper DREAMS and let them rise To the mountains old and wise. Climbers climb, it’s time to try Where the mountains touch the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow! Where the ocean meets the sky Where dolphin dance and seagulls fly A place in DREAMS, I know so well The sea inside a single shell. Far across the living sea A pale blue possibility Beyond the castles made of sand Tomorrow in a small child’s hand. Only DREAMERS need apply Where the ocean meets the sky Take me there. Oh take me now… Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. A common ground for one and all Behind the crystal waterfall Where Peace flows like a mighty stream Like Dr. King I have a DREAM. Imagine such a goal in sight For red and yellow, black and white New Delhi, Peking, Kenya, Rome Earth is the place that we call home. Baghdad, Bangkok, Tel Aviv One race HUMAN, we still believe It matters what we say and do This DREAM is ME, this DREAM is YOU! When walls of hate have fallen fast When prejudice has long since passed When last is first and first is last Come DREAM with me Where the forest reach the sky Wake up and DREAM and don’t be shy. No thorns of war, a perfect rose This is where Gandhi’s DREAM grows Whisper now; let the DREAM begin It’s time to trust the truth within. This is where we seek and find A gift in being colorblind DREAM on DREAMERS, hopes are high Where the forest reach the sky. Take me there. Oh take me now Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow. Now, listen close, the future calls… Build your bridges and tear down walls! For time has taught and so it seems Realities are born of DREAMS! Blessed are the peacemakers… Silvie
August 23, 2010

Qui Jun and the Arrogant Monk

There once lived a monk called Shan, in a village in China. He had earned a great name for himself. But he was very arrogant. Qui Jun heard of his arrogance and wanted to teach the monk a lesson. He went to meet Shan who neither greeted him nor acknowledged his presence. Just then a servant of the monk came with a message: “The son of an army officer is here to see you.” The monk said, “I will go and greet him.” Shan welcomed the son of the army officer with respect. After the army officer’s son had departed Qui Jun asked Shan the reason for his double-faced behaviour. “Why is it that you greeted the army officer’s son so respectfully, yet behaved so arrogantly towards me?” Shan the Monk had a quick reply: “Please don’t get me wrong. For me greeting meansnot greeting and not greeting means greeting.” Qui Jun understood the monk’s mischief and hit him hard on his head with his stick. “According to your logic, beating you means not beating and not beating you means beating. Therefore, I have to give you a beating,” said Qui Jun. Shan immediately realised the folly of his actions and started showing respect to everyone he met, irrespective of their status. lily
March 27, 2010

What have you been sniffin?

I don’t know if I would be okay sticking my face up this dudes ass just to view the landscape. LOL I thought it was an interesting picture nonetheless; whoever made these statues making the view point their ass, well I want to meet him! Maybe Adam needs an Eve on that roof top, ya think? But instead of cement use a nice cushy material like memory foam for her Boobs and view it through her nipples. Rebecca 1 888 430 2010