Lemme pollinate you baby.
Lemme make you squirm.
Lemme make you scream.

Upscale hotel, down to earth gal.
Park Ave. in the 30s
*references required*

Disclaimers:
Poochie in crate so no allergic people please.
I am tattooed. Short hair. Read my #*!%&#@ reviews before you dare book for the love of  St. Patrick so help me...
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Manhattan 3/23-3/25
DC 3/25-3/29
Philly 3/30
NJ 3/31

CHIMES OF FREEDOM

Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
All down in taken-for-granted situations
Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

Copyright © 1964; Bob Dylan

too bad you did not stay in los angeles one extra night bob is plying here this week

this ones for you....

 
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She's got everything she needs,
She's an artist, she don't look back.
She can take the dark out of the nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees.
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She never stumbles,
She's got no place to fall.
She's nobody's child,
The Law can't touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks.
She's a hypnotist collector,
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
Bow down to her on Sunday,
Salute her when her birthday comes.
For Halloween give her a trumpet
And for Christmas, buy her a drum.



Copyright © 1965; renewed 1993 Special Rider Music  

 

NYC needs the heat!
now that ur here
spring is happening
right in my lap
just with the thought that i could
reach out and fructify you!

darn nettie
some day, some day!

But how would we then complain that you showed up for the session with a tattoo and short hair???

I wish I had been at the love-ins, Woodstock, Golden Gate Park, bra burning events.....sigh.....

But you do that anyway. Cya soon!

You will be hearing from me, my dear.  There are too many good reviews about you, and sexy pics on your site to pass up an opportunity to meet you.

well, been meaning to CARPE not just the DIEM but also
carpe clit
carpe nipple
carpe tats

with soft lips only

just BEGGING the schedulezeus at work to coordinate our times

dayummmm
is that too much to ask of fate

carpe fate
sheeshh

... generation of children whose parents were afraid of them.  We stopped a war and made it safe(r) to be gay, a dope-smoker, a woman ... DIFFERENT.  I am embarrassed about nothing I did during that era.  I am as proud of every excess and act of passion I committed then as I was during the commission of them.

Nettie, you'd'a fit right in.

I guess it's a provider, but I can't figure out who it is.

Dam I wish I knew about you being in NYC before I hopped a train home.... I guess there is always tomorrow

...what an awesome machine!!!  

You are the best, Nettie!!!  Thanks for listening (oh, what a night . . .)

I am a little envious of you right now!

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I persuaded her to come to a fetish shoot with me in SF for the top fetish photographer Charles Gatewood. There are more photos in my members section of my website and hers. I will be featured soon in a national magazine from some of those photos with her and will probably take a slightly lower profile...there are a bunch of art books coming out with me in them and I will be at a big NYC art opening as the muse for a fetish photographer too...so better get me while you can...lol. Those that know me will be invited. Don't fret.

OMG  you ar the best...the taste of you still lingers...wont wash till the AM

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May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.



Copyright © 1973 Ram's Horn Music