Veyron's fault!

I should not have read Veyron tonight...


You can always try the Blogthings, what do you have to lose after all?

There are times not to flirt. When you're sick. When you're with children. When you're on the witness stand.
Joyce Jillson

Slave auction at City of Lost Angels

Ysabela Aeon, the welcoming dark lady
Avril Bosshart, complaining about her lost hair
Lokar Zabelin looking at the train schedule
Avril in March, playing invisible viola for some lindens that I forgot to give her
Barefootkid Rodgers wondering what he is doing is that place
Searching the lavatories : second door on the left, right?
Lokar Zabelin aka HaveGot Acold
Is that intended to me...?
Two symbols of capitalism, perhaps left by Prokofy to conjure the griefers
Some angels lost in the city
At last the auction place, pretty crowdy...and laggy!
Kioko Kumaki, the dancing panda (or the panda dancing?)
She Juniper bearing her white mustache and showing the moon (When the wise man points at the moon, the idiot looks at the finger, and I was looking at the finger...
...well, actually not only at the finger...)
No , no, I won't show you everything, anyway I closed my eyes
She won't forgive me for insisting on her mustache...
Stretching is good when you are under pressure
Panda's ears from above
Nice pheasant (no, it's not her name)
I feel lost among all these grey butts
Some are tired, unless it's a better position to look under She's skirt...?
At last She lost her mustache
She is now launching a bid on the invisible woman
And here come Veyron, late as a star!
It's true that at high altitude you must wear an oxygen mask
Your hat please, I can't see the stage!

Veyron you really rock!

But watch out the lobster claw...

...and stay away from the pheasant's tail

Skull and crossbones at the right place, danger?

The flag in vogue : black, white and supercharged

The only paradise is paradise lost.
Marcel Proust
French novelist (1871 - 1922)

Superslave auction at City of Lost Angels

Supercharged by Veyron

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley, From the poem "Invictus"

City of Lost Angels

There is no slavery but ignorance.
Robert Ingersoll, The Philosophy of Ingersoll (1906), "Fragments"
US agnostic, agnostic apologist, lawyer, & orator (1833 - 1899)

Zodiac Lounge Auction

AUCTIONEER, n. The man who proclaims with a hammer that he has picked a pocket with his tongue.
Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary
US author & satirist (1842 - 1914)