tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23998531399306507372024-02-19T15:17:08.403-08:00The Pleasure Is All MineGlorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-89322192534054754722010-06-27T14:41:00.000-07:002010-06-27T14:42:42.466-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBKUtDseo4SdsfyyEn2FXPrlkVbSm1znHM29QdI-yfgivdxSEyV7IozO3ArMBTv7THMGq5e4maQhgy1gboVxl2UQLgBoXiX6xIDmWBnpygKFnwVjkPOnDSzOw26DYLMSX4QsqslGsZDJb/s1600/hands_hold.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwBKUtDseo4SdsfyyEn2FXPrlkVbSm1znHM29QdI-yfgivdxSEyV7IozO3ArMBTv7THMGq5e4maQhgy1gboVxl2UQLgBoXiX6xIDmWBnpygKFnwVjkPOnDSzOw26DYLMSX4QsqslGsZDJb/s320/hands_hold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487572066062524434" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I hope so.Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-18391293834669810872010-06-03T19:41:00.001-07:002010-06-03T19:41:38.871-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://scriptedlibations.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/man-with-writers-block.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 424px;" src="http://scriptedlibations.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/man-with-writers-block.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />why cant i write....Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-77926790789427774072010-05-24T18:15:00.001-07:002010-05-24T18:18:11.232-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artblart.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/fireflies-on-the-water-2000.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 406px; height: 304px;" src="http://artblart.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/fireflies-on-the-water-2000.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i wonder if fireflies know what they look like....Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-25052835073490735312010-05-13T06:21:00.001-07:002010-05-13T06:21:37.600-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNGlrZzgU8_ZwJvnBedwPnWbP9EpuJyD1znA07anlR8YEAo9cE3K5uFmy204GQzslT8JfS670Q84S24OAERRHiewogAgboLZHxHkALFEL9zB6ItgZKAah3H9gKe8mbqkUjU_mKLVFF6c/s400/dscn4547.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 272px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiNGlrZzgU8_ZwJvnBedwPnWbP9EpuJyD1znA07anlR8YEAo9cE3K5uFmy204GQzslT8JfS670Q84S24OAERRHiewogAgboLZHxHkALFEL9zB6ItgZKAah3H9gKe8mbqkUjU_mKLVFF6c/s400/dscn4547.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Dance until you DIE!Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-82871620875590372802010-05-09T14:38:00.000-07:002010-05-09T14:40:16.115-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.katherinedutiel.com/series/dreaming/03-consuming-love.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.katherinedutiel.com/series/dreaming/03-consuming-love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i cannot allow myself to enjoy love.<br />it needs to be a struggle.<br />when did i become ok<br />with the idea of being mistreated.<br />and when did it become<br />what i lust after?Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-48365028710659772262010-05-06T11:46:00.001-07:002010-05-06T11:46:38.790-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dimsum.co.uk/images/stories/cny09/Every%20family%20lit%20fireworks%20in%20order%20to%20welcome%20new%20year%27s%20coming.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 493px;" src="http://www.dimsum.co.uk/images/stories/cny09/Every%20family%20lit%20fireworks%20in%20order%20to%20welcome%20new%20year%27s%20coming.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />light my fuse.Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-3219500519431267242010-05-04T17:10:00.001-07:002010-05-04T17:10:49.651-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://paulmayers.blogs.com/my_weblog/images/shame.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 262px;" src="http://paulmayers.blogs.com/my_weblog/images/shame.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />we dont care<br />until its too late.Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-28297829853888315642010-05-02T17:56:00.001-07:002010-05-02T17:56:29.737-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/6477-000016.jpg?v=1&c=IWSAsset&k=2&d=910C62E22B9F47AAF488FCBACB73BFA9C2B2E8586C09ED3299557270421775B3E30A760B0D811297"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 363px; height: 471px;" src="http://cache2.asset-cache.net/xc/6477-000016.jpg?v=1&c=IWSAsset&k=2&d=910C62E22B9F47AAF488FCBACB73BFA9C2B2E8586C09ED3299557270421775B3E30A760B0D811297" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />uh oh...Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-85853497015173001712010-04-27T21:01:00.000-07:002010-04-27T21:02:19.032-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFp7QqWltkSfSVKBgA1WaL9xuUUJxwSZth0whSXw_5K5sUPSRaKABM8FRkxJK56P3o9a1HDua3o2D8UyJlgU2kVSOkfGasSCUjW6QsjWTJZMntHGvZeLKOdzEe-h2vr-UoQu95SBBrI_9/s1600/thm_1956_09_Study_for_a_fruit_bowl_in_Still_Life_-_Fast_Moving.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgFp7QqWltkSfSVKBgA1WaL9xuUUJxwSZth0whSXw_5K5sUPSRaKABM8FRkxJK56P3o9a1HDua3o2D8UyJlgU2kVSOkfGasSCUjW6QsjWTJZMntHGvZeLKOdzEe-h2vr-UoQu95SBBrI_9/s320/thm_1956_09_Study_for_a_fruit_bowl_in_Still_Life_-_Fast_Moving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465033752200787218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />life moves fast.Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-57466895857949925992010-04-27T11:39:00.000-07:002010-04-27T11:45:48.066-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://laist.com/attachments/la_zach/beverly-hills-gunshots.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 279px;" src="http://laist.com/attachments/la_zach/beverly-hills-gunshots.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />dodged a bullet.<br /><br />whats next??<br /><br />im learning. life is teaching me slowly. i wont make that mistake again.Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-76914742082129776512010-04-24T19:38:00.000-07:002010-04-24T19:39:13.103-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMWkLJEXkwKbJ67Agbydu3sSe5kr8LugfVAaDVBFdQWD99Ev66HjBx0nUssBwobUzC9nsZI5PHNjTXrdXxmVHsqrWkSNtaOj_84XjSScN5izkjoWk0Op-e6tCLfkXU9mTmD4Vks0lSwB1/s1600/relientk-mmhmm.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJMWkLJEXkwKbJ67Agbydu3sSe5kr8LugfVAaDVBFdQWD99Ev66HjBx0nUssBwobUzC9nsZI5PHNjTXrdXxmVHsqrWkSNtaOj_84XjSScN5izkjoWk0Op-e6tCLfkXU9mTmD4Vks0lSwB1/s320/relientk-mmhmm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463899056019598914" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />instant smiles...<br /><br />:DGlorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-65122076487421437472010-04-24T12:52:00.001-07:002010-04-24T12:52:27.182-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa218/iamthe1_2007/Chocolate.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 240px;" src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa218/iamthe1_2007/Chocolate.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />mmmmm<br /><br />i miss chocolateGlorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-78955675114389435912010-04-18T08:53:00.000-07:002010-04-18T08:55:01.641-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/03/25/pt_janet_leigh_ent-lead__200x259.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 259px;" src="http://www.theage.com.au/ffximage/2005/03/25/pt_janet_leigh_ent-lead__200x259.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />sometimes i am frightened<br /><br />but im ready to love.Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-19632652842781950122010-04-17T14:12:00.001-07:002010-04-17T14:14:09.183-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/509838332_2a4259dbbd.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 358px; height: 358px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/203/509838332_2a4259dbbd.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />when do i let my guard down<br /><br />when is too soon<br /><br />when is too lateGlorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-74937238406327771232010-04-16T09:13:00.000-07:002010-04-16T09:19:21.358-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2583720576_e82752833a.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 339px; height: 246px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3169/2583720576_e82752833a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />yb<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Possibly maybe......<br /><br />is this it?<br />have i found you?Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-54764615046532512010-04-13T08:55:00.000-07:002010-04-13T09:11:30.197-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoecCxHPdGe7ptXV1e1QqbkdnKJ_Va12qbojEX7K_1KE54PZULVWxh01SfmgRxDDsCpC-1OAw8Q9EpbR800LLv4uQVhOdatJEOSj1-KisikHdIRRBhZwm8qd-mPx1R0omxA_sBFF7szJDd/s1600/bsG107.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoecCxHPdGe7ptXV1e1QqbkdnKJ_Va12qbojEX7K_1KE54PZULVWxh01SfmgRxDDsCpC-1OAw8Q9EpbR800LLv4uQVhOdatJEOSj1-KisikHdIRRBhZwm8qd-mPx1R0omxA_sBFF7szJDd/s320/bsG107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459652068972240674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I keep having these dreams.<br /><br />(it seems when i get bored with my life, or when i dont get what i want, my wonderful subconscious works hard to deliver delicious lucid dreams in which i get to experience my desires in any form. lucky me.)<br /><br />In which i experience the same person over and over. Each time is perfect and i wake up feeling as though ive had a spiritual epiphany. its intense. usually it takes me a while to recover emotionally as my emotions are almost always fried. he leaves me with this feeling inside, which unfortunately fades as i become more and more conscious, but im convinced its what it feels like for me to be in love. its so weird and ridiculous to experience this without a real person, its like im cheating, but i dont care, its real enough in the dreams and thats all that matters at the time. its not just the physical chemistry that drives me crazy, its the safety and security i feel as well with him. i am lifted to a higher, clearer sense of awareness and after each experience, i am left knowing what im truely looking for in a partner. its not going to be easy to find someone like this, but i know unless i get everything that i want, i wont be happy. ive also realized how complex and detailed my fantasies are. i have way too much time on my hands.<br /><br />so heres to unreasonably high standards.Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-65155944237254604052010-04-12T09:02:00.000-07:002010-04-12T09:06:02.150-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://redjotter.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/graduation.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://redjotter.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/graduation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />not sure if this is going to happen<br /><br />does it bother me?<br /><br />surprisingly no....<br /><br />need to find an alternative.Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-22603552517574205902010-04-12T00:00:00.000-07:002010-04-12T00:01:38.602-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7my5DD1VNKowqxWSEQ0Q75QI83QLaF72luoSXhV8GQezp5HbP_1SUhk9hSfk5YJhrEz5T3ET8IVfPL169foNqTLZpeLepqCs7kkayvbCA8T9L6Qjy6xTjYx79Cy4lYNESjulou2SoBvi2/s1600/BUFg4AYaP737sx6dTQ8bLotA_500.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 366px; height: 435px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7my5DD1VNKowqxWSEQ0Q75QI83QLaF72luoSXhV8GQezp5HbP_1SUhk9hSfk5YJhrEz5T3ET8IVfPL169foNqTLZpeLepqCs7kkayvbCA8T9L6Qjy6xTjYx79Cy4lYNESjulou2SoBvi2/s320/BUFg4AYaP737sx6dTQ8bLotA_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459142393650145794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ctrl alt dltGlorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-57533450570592813762010-04-11T19:17:00.000-07:002010-04-11T19:21:27.617-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.exchange3d.com//images/uploads/aff1520///thumb-globe-02-broken.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 345px;" src="http://www.exchange3d.com//images/uploads/aff1520///thumb-globe-02-broken.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i either need to let go<br /><br />or get a solid hold on things<br /><br /><br />i cant tellGlorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-39537416776169555242010-04-11T12:47:00.000-07:002010-04-11T12:54:31.955-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn39/samsbloginess/pictures/guys_intimate4_large.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 232px;" src="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn39/samsbloginess/pictures/guys_intimate4_large.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />maybe?<br /><br />how much of you defines me.<br /><br />why do i sacrifice.<br /><br />when and why do we decide that our desires are unrealistic.<br /><br />am i ready.<br /><br />could i make it alone.Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2399853139930650737.post-57496358586799108692010-04-11T12:43:00.000-07:002010-04-11T12:46:54.389-07:00<div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zombiefanclub.com/images/exploding_head.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 406px;" src="http://www.zombiefanclub.com/images/exploding_head.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Is everything ok?<br /><br />Who am i?Glorfinglehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833712613554850052noreply@blogger.com0