Aquamarine Silence https://validator.w3.org/feed/docs/rss2.html Oooh, my Love… for now I’d be happy if you write, text, whatever…deep intrusion, biting the sad lower lip…lost Home ah, ah… On the opinion… …to continue celebrating the International Labor Day – Hedonistic Day for some sweet, lazy species… I have to go, my Love…I’ll be back at 11 pm…’cause for sure I will not sleep…until then I try to arrange the Bermuda decagon…while dreaming about different angles… Different angle…kisses on the thighs up to the Bazaar…tulip-capture…The Great Climb-ing…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…lost on you…arranging the golden curls… Dictatorship…oppressing the Aussie…arch-cuddle, slipping, landing… Tight hug…deep intrusion…your breath, your lips…lost I love you…lilying the opinionated Hibiscus…slipping, landing…infinite ecstasy… Turning the Aussie…kisses on the Bells Road, lilies on the Dimples, peony-love on the Hills…lost on you… My Love is dreaming about that day…me too…but he’s not even talking to me…which means that he is still practicing for the big day…hugging the Path…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…lily-love, hungry tulips…forced landing due to red alert…I love you Basically for now the work is to not do anything just observe the external consultants’ work… OOOh, my Love…to continue the series of complaints…this new boss…is a difficult species…He is jovial and engaging in one moment, then loses his temper over something seemingly minor – often a question or observation I raise (well…infinite laughs) What makes it confusing is that he then acts on my input, which tells me the message is landing, but the reaction itself is hostile. He apologized though, explainig himself…saying that he is impatient…don’t know if he will not fire me till the end of the 6 months probation period…although he keeps saying that he is happy that I am part of the team… I know…my Love has a lot of work with the silicone gnomes… Okaaay…so I am to celebrate The International Labor Day, my Love is celebrating The International Hedonistic Day…fall on the sweet, lazy Aussie…kisses on the Lilies Road… One day… that will be fun, my Love…both hiding and striking…by the way…today we celebrate The International Labor Day…sooo? Well…lily-storm in the Bazaar, with high focus on the opinionated Great Sweetness…peony-cuddle, vampire tulips…ignition…who’s working, my Love? I noticed the my sweet Aussie’s account has disappeared again…you are one of a kind my Love…you sweet, complicated species…kisses on the tender sides, down on the hips, down on the lines of candor… So the big SPA plans are postponed to tomorrow…AAAnd my most beloved? WWWhat is he doing now? Celestial perspective…removing the towel praetexta… It started with “I just lay down a little bit”… OOOh, my Love…my big SPA plans turned into snoring from 11 am until 5 pm…now I’m sitting in the middle of the unpacked Bermuda decagon trying to bring some order into the chaos… My most beloved…if we both hide who exercise? My Love, I’m heeeeeere I have to go, my Love…I go to the baths, as you have advised me…I need to swim out the 12 hours of sitting torture…and you must sleep…I’ll be back at 7pm…until then…daydreaming and infinite longing…I love you… My sweet Aussie was tossing and turning too? Celestial perpsective… removing the towel praetexta…kisses on the tender sides down on the hips, down on the lines of candor…seizing the Hills…lily-storm on the treasure and the secret road…tulip-capture…lost underneath…deep intrusion…arch-cuddle…the Great Intrusion…ingnition…lost in you… The seat next to me was empty; in the next one sat a girl whose profile and the position of her head were exactly like Degas’ little dancer statue. She was sitting with her back perfectly straight, at 90 degrees. When she fell asleep she didn’t move either — only her head turned slightly to the left. She got up maybe twice, so for most of the 12 hours she remained still in that position. I was tossing and turning in every angle and direction trying to find a comfortable position, all the while envying her and wondering how she could sit still for hours… I tried to follow her example… after a few minutes… I turned back to my tortured feline position… infinite laughs… Feline onboarded…three trumpets… Feline onboarding! my most beloved…I’ll be back upon arrival, unpacking and shower…at 11am…kisses under the towel praetexta…I love you… your voice, your accent…your lips, your breath, gentle kiss, hungry kiss…bells on the swan lines…lilies on the Gems, down on the Mid-Galaxy, down on the Lilies Road, fall in the Bazaar…seizing all the sweets…lily storm…lost in you…tulip-love, forced landing…fire And I cannot write so fast on mobile like the “y”, “z” or whichever generation of kittens… My Love, I was writing…concentrating on your thighs… Needless to “say”, my Love…Big Scandal in Australia…put down the guitar…kisses on the thighs, up to the Bazaar, lily-storm, hungry tulips…The Great Climb-ing…, slipping, landing…sweeeet prisoner…buttercups-hug, gems-kisses…can you breath, my Love? I’m back, my Love…the concentration of felines at gate 18 has increased significantly… Gimme 20 min more, my Love, I need to walk… It seems the winking is not about Budapest…peony-cuddle, lily-love…emergency landing…deep intrusion…fire My sweet Aussie has tunnel vision now…infinite Love…celestial perspective…trumpets on tge thighs…up to rhe Bazaar, seizing all the sweets…lily-storm…crazy tulips…lost in you…lost underneath… OOOh, my Love…to continue the series of complaints from the airport…it turned out that the return ticket was economy, not premium economy…I found myself squeezed with a lot of felines…slipping under the sheets…pants off…kisses on the Bells Road, down on the Dimples, down on the Hills…peony-love…detour on the hips…WWWhere is The Great Sweetness? Big Scandal at the front…lily-fondles…sweeeet hardness…buttercups-cuddle, gems-kisses…hungry tulips…forced landing…fire WWWhat is my most beloved doing now? And WWWhere? Shouldn’t he sleep? after 15 hrs…it feels an eternity…lost underneath…arch-cuddle…The Great Sweetness on his way…jail time…hot hardness…infinite ecstasy… My Love reminded me…enough of the boring airport stories…Big Scandal…lost in you…kisses on the Lilies Road, down on the lines of candor…detour to the Bazaar…lily-fondles, hungry tulips… hot velvet, hot hardness…I love you… Finally…real mineral water, not purified water…found Evian…there is one duty free shop along all the gates and one restaurant, fortunately nearby my gate… Jing Jing is my wallpaper on the iPhone… I’m back, my Love, I was looking for a place to charge my phone but nothing…I will smile at Budapest and run to the baths…in 15 hrs from now…Oooh… I don’t unserstand, my Love…anyway…gimme 20 min, I need to walk a bit… My Love, if you are in AU you must be sleeeeepy…lilies on the Gems…slipping…vampire tulips…The Path on the hills…infinite ecstasy… The people were really prisoners in their homes for months…ping pong said that they wanted to be closed, self-isolation… a colleague from the factory told me… Now my Love is afraid to travel to Shanghai…infinite smile…you shouldn’t, my most beloved…the city is very safe and clean; in 10 days I’ve only seen three pcs of paper/ trash on the streets…the air is surprinsingly clean and the food is great. I don’t like the grey skyscrapers which remind ne of the communism and the lockdowns… Back hug…kisses on the Bells Road, lily-love on the Dimples, trumpets on the Hills…detour on the hips…WWWEhere is…?Turning the Aussie…hungry tulips…forced landing…lily-cuddles…jail time… My most beloved…Apple-Cheeks has landed…