Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
Monday, October 3, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Jezebel was a harlot when she painted her face and tired her hair and looked out at a window.
St. Matthew inspired by the Holy Spirit, and in Myrna the city of nakedness and cannibalism.
And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away.
St. Matthew inspired by the Holy Spirit, and in Myrna the city of nakedness and cannibalism.
And there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain, for the former things are passed away.
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Friday, December 3, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Condemned to violation by apes are the women who refused their husbands their marital rights. The ape, like the monkey, symbolizes drunkenness because in its antics it resembles an intoxicated man. The female apes are lascivious and tempt the males by displaying their buttocks, thus they symbolize prostitutes or highly sexed women. Female apes who bare twins are said to love one more than the other and if pursued will escape up a tree with the favourite, abandoning the other to the hunter.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
The eunuch Potiphar had Joseph’s trust. Joseph was a handsome man and soon attracted the attentions of Potiphar’s wife. Potiphar’s wife was peeling oranges when she first caught sight of Joseph and was so overcome by his beauty that she cut her finger. The blood stained the fruit and that is why today there are blood oranges.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
There are no flowers here. There is the dandelion, of course, but no daisy. How does your garden grow, I asked the fox, as she lay on her back, with her mouth open, pretending to be dead. Just as the Devil lies in wait to trap the unwary, I never run straight ahead, she said, but always follow a tortuous path.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
When you have such contempt for something, and for so long and so deeply, you naturally begin to feel superior to it—and worse, that you understand it. Eventually you begin to deny it, to ignore it; you work without it; you do something else.
They point at me and scream, Soloiste! Soloiste! I scream back at them, Agoniste! Agoniste!
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
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