Hope, Despair and the Right to Die with Dignity 101

via Hope, Despair and the Right to Die with Dignity 101

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Shadow Dance | The Internet
Won’t you shadow dance for me?
Play it off and tell me how it feels
Won’t you shadow dance for me?
Play it off and tell me how it feels
Let’s try something different, brand new
Oh that, right there, don’t move
I wish I could tip you for all of your time
Yeah, yeah
Girl when you
Teasing me, pleasing me, guaranteed
You know that I love it when you (I love the way)
Dance for me, flashing me, all for free
That’s the way I like it baby
It’s what you do
Me and you should rendezvous
Somewhere we can meet in private
Your debut, time to shoot
Now’s your cue, so
Won’t you shadow dance for me?
Play it off and tell me how it feels
(For me)
If I could freeze the hands of time
I would stay right here with you
Right by my side, that’d be nice
The night is young, your taste is sweet
Lay with me until we find
Just what we need, what we need
Tell me that you love me, babe
Tell me that you love me, girl
Tell me if you love me, baby
Do you really love me, baby?
Do you really love it, girl?
Songwriters: Alia Rose Brockert / Christopher Allan Smith / Matthew Martin / Patrick Paige / Sydney Bennett / Tay Walker
Shadow Dance lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

I’m painting a 4 x 8′ commissioned acrylic on wood for an East Point business owner of the hottest new salon and spa this side of the West Side Green Belt. I’m not satisfied with it. In fact, I’m not sure if I even like the current large work. Here’s (2 panels beneath the “Northampton Barn” (2015) and “Bug” (2013):

 

 

 

barnabe 4 (2)

 

 

All original art work (c) Jen Padron (2018); All Rights Reserved Jen Padron.

“happy birthday, dearheart.”

tied down hard, fast and i can feel my levi’s around me, resting above my waist and not falling were it for hips and ass now.

tied down swiftly, and i’m a tough, hard cocked Queer in yo’ face, yo mama yo mama.

it’s my birthday. my birthday. that one night out of my stolid year bringing allowance to the table. yo, sit yourself down and pull up your feet, under yo ass, yo, my darling.

i feel all assorted and varied like a handful of electrical wires, stripped, about to go

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