Peggy K.
Hair and Make-up Artist, Writer
B7 skin in the game
I The Essentials
B- Senses 7- Touch
Question No.91
Hair and Make-up Artist, Writer
B7 skin in the game
I The Essentials
B- Senses 7- Touch
Question No.91
What kind of
SKIN IN THE GAME |
MIT HAUT UND HAAR
would beremontant Fury?
SKIN IN THE GAME |
MIT HAUT UND HAAR
would beremontant Fury?
BLACK GERMAN FURY WITH SUPPORT OF HER VILLAGE
Skinning,
Change,
Back and forth,
Loud and quiet,
Our beauty belongs to us.
We
share it with others,
if we allow,
allow them
to be ready
or not just now
the ready counterpart is invited
so it can occasionally linger in a series of diverse things.
The list of the sense of beauty is long
is used to exactly what?
serves you and me
united and apart
has beauty forgotten to mention life?
hold us in your arms
because we are able to
–
–
Beauty is also a decision that a woman does not need to make every day, but can. Skin is our largest organ, and like all parts of our body, it is subject to our care. It is happy when we touch it, observe it appreciatively.
Sometimes, hopefully, we pause to be a little surprised by its reaction to the state of our soul.
Skin has a language, it surrounds and protects the diamond in our hearts. In the worldliness it is an expression of our age and age expresses what we could be useful for. This is a sad view that seems to stand in the way of the wisdom of indigenous peoples, those who are able to give value to life in everything.
The wise are the old, the plants, the stones, the water, the animals, the wind, the clouds, the ice, the streams and the seas. Now it has happened that we forgot to ask them. Their love is infinite, as is their forgiveness. Let us thank them for their wisdom and respect our soul's mission, our desires and the paths of healing, humility and acceptance, and dance until our time here is over.
Skin is the last material membrane of demarcation from others, if we disregard the effectiveness of the aura and the circle of the loving field around us.
-
-
and
well
the appearance, we as an appearance
stroll
transform
stomp
float
smile
write
fart
burp
walk delicately on the tips of our toes
scream lustfully
moan in pain and pleasure here and there we paint our lips red
put hair in a bob,
pull it round
touch that of another, that of our children
plaiting it lovingly and teachingly
let a ponytail jump up and down
fling the lips
blink sweetly with the eyes
those same ones that could kill you later
if they were allowed to
lift the spade
build houses
kill cleverly,
destroy with a long breath
sometimes others, sometimes us
is probably the same
we sit by the fire
sing the day's song
-
-
And otherwise it is true, we give birth to children to become ancestors. An appropriate amount of reverence for this is to be internalised, not godlike, just veneration, so that we may venerate ourselves first, thank our bodies, only then may others begin, are allowed to kiss my hand.
Peggy Kurka
for the REMONTANT FURY
Skinning,
Change,
Back and forth,
Loud and quiet,
Our beauty belongs to us.
We
share it with others,
if we allow,
allow them
to be ready
or not just now
the ready counterpart is invited
so it can occasionally linger in a series of diverse things.
The list of the sense of beauty is long
is used to exactly what?
serves you and me
united and apart
has beauty forgotten to mention life?
hold us in your arms
because we are able to
–
–
Beauty is also a decision that a woman does not need to make every day, but can. Skin is our largest organ, and like all parts of our body, it is subject to our care. It is happy when we touch it, observe it appreciatively.
Sometimes, hopefully, we pause to be a little surprised by its reaction to the state of our soul.
Skin has a language, it surrounds and protects the diamond in our hearts. In the worldliness it is an expression of our age and age expresses what we could be useful for. This is a sad view that seems to stand in the way of the wisdom of indigenous peoples, those who are able to give value to life in everything.
The wise are the old, the plants, the stones, the water, the animals, the wind, the clouds, the ice, the streams and the seas. Now it has happened that we forgot to ask them. Their love is infinite, as is their forgiveness. Let us thank them for their wisdom and respect our soul's mission, our desires and the paths of healing, humility and acceptance, and dance until our time here is over.
Skin is the last material membrane of demarcation from others, if we disregard the effectiveness of the aura and the circle of the loving field around us.
-
-
and
well
the appearance, we as an appearance
stroll
transform
stomp
float
smile
write
fart
burp
walk delicately on the tips of our toes
scream lustfully
moan in pain and pleasure here and there we paint our lips red
put hair in a bob,
pull it round
touch that of another, that of our children
plaiting it lovingly and teachingly
let a ponytail jump up and down
fling the lips
blink sweetly with the eyes
those same ones that could kill you later
if they were allowed to
lift the spade
build houses
kill cleverly,
destroy with a long breath
sometimes others, sometimes us
is probably the same
we sit by the fire
sing the day's song
-
-
And otherwise it is true, we give birth to children to become ancestors. An appropriate amount of reverence for this is to be internalised, not godlike, just veneration, so that we may venerate ourselves first, thank our bodies, only then may others begin, are allowed to kiss my hand.
Peggy Kurka
for the REMONTANT FURY