@tractive.bsky.social
Dear Alice - I am devastated about the FB ban! Pls c chat.
August 1, 2025 at 6:48 PM
Dear Alice - I am devastated about the FB ban! Pls c chat.
"Nazi Love", kind of a downer, don't ya think? I wonder what's on the other channels?
February 13, 2025 at 9:15 PM
"Nazi Love", kind of a downer, don't ya think? I wonder what's on the other channels?
Who people are on a subconscious level is evident in their left eye. It's like a window into their psyche. Your left eye is so full of fear, it frightens me.
February 12, 2025 at 6:47 PM
Who people are on a subconscious level is evident in their left eye. It's like a window into their psyche. Your left eye is so full of fear, it frightens me.
Where are you planning to go with your passport, Alice?
February 12, 2025 at 6:37 PM
Where are you planning to go with your passport, Alice?
Not to mention that noble Roman profile.
February 6, 2025 at 9:44 PM
Not to mention that noble Roman profile.
I get that, but you know, we have feelings too. We're not just numbers.
February 4, 2025 at 1:52 AM
I get that, but you know, we have feelings too. We're not just numbers.
Did you mean to suddenly leave Facebook before saying Goodbye to your thousands of followers over there? Many of us have been with you for a long time, through thick and thin, and your many ups and downs. Personally, I feel a bit abandoned and hurt.
February 3, 2025 at 7:46 PM
Did you mean to suddenly leave Facebook before saying Goodbye to your thousands of followers over there? Many of us have been with you for a long time, through thick and thin, and your many ups and downs. Personally, I feel a bit abandoned and hurt.
Here's one American who will miss you, terribly!
February 3, 2025 at 2:34 PM
Here's one American who will miss you, terribly!
Oh those lips, those lips, those bootylicious lips!
January 26, 2025 at 1:32 AM
Oh those lips, those lips, those bootylicious lips!
That is pretty much what we all do anyway. Most of us have a hysterical response to the world, and each of our stories are ones of individual insanities. We are living in a world filled with wounded narcissists.
January 24, 2025 at 4:08 PM
That is pretty much what we all do anyway. Most of us have a hysterical response to the world, and each of our stories are ones of individual insanities. We are living in a world filled with wounded narcissists.
That's quite a name you got there. Stress much?
January 22, 2025 at 9:46 PM
That's quite a name you got there. Stress much?
It's Okay. You're Okay.
January 21, 2025 at 2:33 PM
It's Okay. You're Okay.
You were a dancer? What kind of dance? And on the Palladium stage, no less. Were you the lead dancer - the star? Will you dance for us? Just a little?
January 19, 2025 at 10:21 PM
You were a dancer? What kind of dance? And on the Palladium stage, no less. Were you the lead dancer - the star? Will you dance for us? Just a little?
The stanzas got out of order, but you get the gist.
January 18, 2025 at 5:41 PM
The stanzas got out of order, but you get the gist.
Old Sea-bones bellows, “You lecherous leaches,
To the plank, to the plank! You pack of prating preachers.
Ye can plead all ye want with the powers that be
As ya sink like a stone to the bottom of the sea.”
To the plank, to the plank! You pack of prating preachers.
Ye can plead all ye want with the powers that be
As ya sink like a stone to the bottom of the sea.”
January 18, 2025 at 5:39 PM
Old Sea-bones bellows, “You lecherous leaches,
To the plank, to the plank! You pack of prating preachers.
Ye can plead all ye want with the powers that be
As ya sink like a stone to the bottom of the sea.”
To the plank, to the plank! You pack of prating preachers.
Ye can plead all ye want with the powers that be
As ya sink like a stone to the bottom of the sea.”
“Fie! You snarl of simpering sermons.
You primp and preen and prattle,
Padding your purse and patting your pasty paunch.
Praying in the pulpit with squeeze-closed eyes.
Pious palms pressed, all awhile pawing the altar boy.”
You primp and preen and prattle,
Padding your purse and patting your pasty paunch.
Praying in the pulpit with squeeze-closed eyes.
Pious palms pressed, all awhile pawing the altar boy.”
January 18, 2025 at 5:38 PM
“Fie! You snarl of simpering sermons.
You primp and preen and prattle,
Padding your purse and patting your pasty paunch.
Praying in the pulpit with squeeze-closed eyes.
Pious palms pressed, all awhile pawing the altar boy.”
You primp and preen and prattle,
Padding your purse and patting your pasty paunch.
Praying in the pulpit with squeeze-closed eyes.
Pious palms pressed, all awhile pawing the altar boy.”
“Avast, ye ghastly pastors,” he blasts.
“What saintly slosh-bucket hogwash shat ye shortly
Of sin and shame and should and shall not.
Blathering bilge, bumbling boasts, and bombastic imbroglios.”
“What saintly slosh-bucket hogwash shat ye shortly
Of sin and shame and should and shall not.
Blathering bilge, bumbling boasts, and bombastic imbroglios.”
January 18, 2025 at 5:38 PM
“Avast, ye ghastly pastors,” he blasts.
“What saintly slosh-bucket hogwash shat ye shortly
Of sin and shame and should and shall not.
Blathering bilge, bumbling boasts, and bombastic imbroglios.”
“What saintly slosh-bucket hogwash shat ye shortly
Of sin and shame and should and shall not.
Blathering bilge, bumbling boasts, and bombastic imbroglios.”
Here is a poem for you, I hope you like it.
A Pirate’s Prosecution and Punishment of Pedophile Priests
@Kenny Dahle
A clattering claque of clergy is lashed to the mast.
A pack of protesting pontificating priests pinned to the post.
A haughty, honking, Hornblower paces the poop.
A Pirate’s Prosecution and Punishment of Pedophile Priests
@Kenny Dahle
A clattering claque of clergy is lashed to the mast.
A pack of protesting pontificating priests pinned to the post.
A haughty, honking, Hornblower paces the poop.
January 18, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Here is a poem for you, I hope you like it.
A Pirate’s Prosecution and Punishment of Pedophile Priests
@Kenny Dahle
A clattering claque of clergy is lashed to the mast.
A pack of protesting pontificating priests pinned to the post.
A haughty, honking, Hornblower paces the poop.
A Pirate’s Prosecution and Punishment of Pedophile Priests
@Kenny Dahle
A clattering claque of clergy is lashed to the mast.
A pack of protesting pontificating priests pinned to the post.
A haughty, honking, Hornblower paces the poop.
Now you're talking sense!
January 18, 2025 at 2:43 PM
Now you're talking sense!
Whoa! Where am I? What a trip! Reminds me of going to Grateful Dead parties in Marin County, California, only there, they served punch laced with LSD. Taarripppy!
January 18, 2025 at 12:06 AM
Whoa! Where am I? What a trip! Reminds me of going to Grateful Dead parties in Marin County, California, only there, they served punch laced with LSD. Taarripppy!
It is always time for love.
January 15, 2025 at 6:37 PM
It is always time for love.
Yet another talent that has been simmering below the surface, now seeping out. Who'da thunk it?
January 3, 2025 at 4:20 AM
Yet another talent that has been simmering below the surface, now seeping out. Who'da thunk it?
Truthfully (and tell no one of this) I often imagine the ecstatic pleasure of being eaten by you. Bite by bite. Perhaps with a little bolognese sauce.
December 30, 2024 at 5:38 PM
Truthfully (and tell no one of this) I often imagine the ecstatic pleasure of being eaten by you. Bite by bite. Perhaps with a little bolognese sauce.