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Published: 2009-11-17 14:13:42 +0000 UTC; Views: 1727; Favourites: 86; Downloads: 101
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it's a telephone woman with blue penis-snake. yay!glow space brush by =Falln-Stock
background texture by =duesterheit
front scratchy texture by ~SheisprettyStock
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smooth surreal and has something sexy i can't understand...so it's a fav!
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elictric smoke spooge tenticle thing lol nice stuff
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it's a pandimensional penis! 
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oh no erect penis! ban banban! lol jk
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Erotic and sensual and ohhh but I love your choice of colors.
I am reminded a bit of Sandro Botticelli's paintings - very beautiful work.
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wow. thank you. i'm very flattered with comparison to Boticelli. what a funny coincidence, this week i've been decoupage-ing my studio with newspapers, and then added some of Boticelli's small reproductions, which i've found in my previous apartment, where i lived. of all the historic painter you picked him, LOL. i love Boticelli, even though i don't consider him as a major influence (it's always Bosch)... But now i could! Thank you again
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Wow, extra ordinarily eerie eroticism and evil enthrall on more levels than i know how to attempt to measure. i am not sure if the surreal Seductress may have fallen victim to the consequence coming out of the dire warning that Mom used to make to never, ever, ever under any circumstance talk on the phone during an electrical storm (never of course telling the daughter that the outcome will be that she will end having to be circumcised); OR, if the apparently much mesmerized Mistress agog over her amazingly appealing, newly acquired appendage is a sad misfortunate being now possessed by supernatural extraterrestrials during an alien abduction. Absolutely allured and acutely aware of how she can now experience not only multiple, but multiple means of orgasm and unleash these swarms of sinister, radioactive alien spores to possess so many others as well, and do so while saying, "Look Ma, no hands." Why do i feel that under that scenario the phone well may be an insidious cybernetic alien implant and right now she is dialing a soon to be very befuddled boyfriend to first ask, "Guess where i am calling from", and next to convince him to come over and see some sexy surprise that awaits between her thighs. (never of course telling him that afterward he will have to be exorcised)
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Maybe she wants to be circumsized? Maybe she has that mazochistic drive, that makes that elecrtical storm... Directly from her brain. Is she making one right now with help of that miniature telephone and a blue silicone dildo? Cuming all over the world with little electrical sparks? Or is she one of the brand newborn Godesses of the modern world, Mother of telecommunication, the one that gave Mr. Bell inspiration? Could she give us a call and say some interesting thoughts? Maybe she's just a reminiscense of forgotten thoughts and gestures which are limited by telecommunication... Telepathy, anyone?
Sorry for late reply, but it took me some time to digest your comment and sorry for the inconsitency of the reply, as my english is not my language
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Ahhhhhh, what emphatic euphoria, enthralling exuded to embrace and encase the mind. So seductive to read such soul searing philosophy on the profound topic of very bizarre human notions of just how we decide upon our deities and the religious roads that we decide to follow. As the author once said if i may paraphrase, "We are instantly willing to accept that a fellow came to be by virgin birth, walked on water, and fed the masses with one tuna fish sandwich, but we are summarily unwilling to accept that he was married, lived a typical family life, and sired a child."
We take as absolute gospel the "Revelations" of a solitary man slightly on tilt living on an island alone too long and very likely laboring under the effects of hypoglycemia for lack of enough to eat; while putting pen to paper and passing down the prophecy. These things are accepted out of hand while if you see angels passing along the word of god in Illinois, they burn down your farm run you out of town.
i myself long ago took the wrong path, still following my life long pursuit of a very clumsy waiter as my personal messiah after mishearing the guidance of the song beseeching me to "Put your hand in the hand of the man who spilled the water. Put your hand in the hand of the man who balmed the tea."
Wow. What, i wonder, would be my destiny should i stand on the street corner to preach that i have just now had a calling from the Goddess. She telephoned me the radiance of religion from her rotary; while immersed neck deep in the baptismal bath of Madonna Ma Bell. Encompassed by the ejaculated, entire earth enshrining, enlightening energy of auto-erotic electricity. Her evangelical exotic essence exhorting me, and all others, to convert and cum with her. Sighing and shuddering in the steam while shooting off a steady stream of spiritual, sexually inspired sparks and attending to her delightful Divine desires with a bright blue dildo while whispering wantonly to her randomly chosen from the dial-up directory disciple of the day in a very "2001 Space Odessy" way; that she could absolutely assure me that something wonderful was about to happen.
Would i end up revered; or in the asylum in passing along her prophecy told personally and privately to me, bowed before her burning bush -- if i may be excused for employing the more vulgar contemporary title for the adornment about the gates of the sacred Feminine temple, that she wished all of her worshippers to know that she wanted first and foremost for me to relay that what the Goddess wanted most of all from her followers was to be flayed and filleted fervently about her foreskin.
Yes, i wonder what would happen to me were i to cast off my present pursuit of the awkward waiter of tables and take up the trail of the masochist Mother Telepathy, beckoning by remote mesmerizing mind control from her bath of bewitching be-lure, blue dildo fixed with handset in the receiver to connect and complete the call to congregate, flirtatious phallus flail firmly in her second hand to motivate multiple Mother orgasm on demand. Sending out another ESP acolyte on a new path to preach her perverse philosophy of piety and temptation telephony. Might the cacophony of the climax be the question of the Goddess to her flock, "Can you hear me now?"
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never had strength to answer this one. I hear you Goddess, i hear you...
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i suspect that you likely answered it before i wrote it, i am just not clever enough to know that!
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