Name' sake

Make food not war!

The world needs more of this ?

*This is not a challenge,  but feel free if you wish

The grass feeds the gazelle

That feeds that lion

That feeds the soil

That feeds the grass

That feeds the gazelle 

. . . Yeah, I dont really know what to say about that 

"Here we are now, in containers"

When I was a kid I used to walk to the general store about a half mile from my home to buy ice cream. One day I found an old bronze tone photograph on a piece of metal. I didnt know what it was so shrugged and tossed it. Many years later, I learned that that was what's known as a "tin type" - very old and depending on who the couple was in the picture,  may have been worth money ?

Pictures, right? They capture moments in time - precious memories frozen in a frame.

In todays world,  digital and forever. (Whether you want them to be or not, lol)

Anyway, Id like to thank you all, who participated in my challenge - truly a blessing to see into the snapshots of your souls,

Thank you ??

Post a picture that means a great deal to you, and explain why.

It can be of a person, place, or thing - it can be one you took, or a screenshot of someone else's.

It can be any image that means a great deal to you.

If you're not premium, put it in your profile. 

This is mine, of myself - because it seems ive been lonely my entire life and asking the sky why

*The theme of this song has nothing to do with the challenge but its called "picture", right? Plus ive always had a boner for Sheryl ?

@Little one - "Six" ?

"oh . . .and four peas"

idk if thats "iconic" or not but hey, it is to me ?

Great challenge TKP ?

With intro

To be a distiguishable whistle in the audience of a live concert recorded album 

I could say "right there! That was me! ?

Tell us something you always wished to do.

Its not just the nectar I need, its the heat, the meat, the take!

The soft . . . oh god the soft!

The trial, denial, the taste of chase won

The scent, mind bent, its the feed, the greed,

Thighs that just . . . I must! I must!

The curves that round and hound like a heated playground.

So much built, Id bury to hilt, cast aside the guilt!

Id take for heavens sake, no longer holding back the flood gate!

Heaved breasts and clawed caress, Id force my seed, deep . . . 

Deep . . . 

All that glitters . . .

Im going mad