My eyes are the burning beacons of my heart’s desire!
They are the windows into my passionate soul!
They are molten, smoldering romance set in crystal!
They gleam, they glint, they glisten, they impart the wisdom of the ages and they deny you nothing!
They implore, they convey, they whisper “come hither.”
They seethe, they surge, they are the oceans of the world, storm-tossed by pulling tides of love!
My eyes are twin orbs of unplumbed depths, they recede into the infinity of chaos and longing!
They are complete worlds, teeming with life, set within the vastness of space and time!
To stare into my eyes is to come face to face with all that has ever formed your most fevered dreams of fulfillment!
To see a tear fall from my eyes would unleash such a torrent of sorrow within you that there is nothing you would not do to bring the tears to an end!
Glance not into the eyes behind the darkened glass, for this way lies madness… and the yearning… for that which can never be!
Also, they change color according to the light, and they have been called ‘dreamy’ by more than one smitten lass!
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And that is why I am wearing dark glasses in the picture at the top of the page. It is for your own good… and mine.
Pouring My Art Out 
So when exactly are we getting married 😉
When we become Mormons, I guess. Or Muslims. Or whoever is allowed to have more than one wife…
pft
pssst
yes?
Ha
Oh good! I knew I could count on you for the pft, which is the ONLY appropriate comment for this one.
ahaha! someone has to say it, you’re right how else would anyone respond?! 😉
There was a time… maybe before you were born… when you would have agreed with all that… if you had been born…
well younger is as younger does.. or something like that..
Not always.
no?
I forgot.
what?
wooflemoogle
smoogleloogle
sweet
Well I never!
Okies, now for my comment: This was artistic.
I also think it was artistic.
Furthermore, you did demonstrate art here.
It could have been less so, but it was very artistic.
Okay, to say sth more sensible now, I guess the only issue with this piece was that it was artistic.
This was expression to the power of art.
*straight face*
Well, thank you. I am all art-side-of-the-brain. I do a lot of kinds of art. This was really more along the lines of a silly joke. But thanks.
But since you are all arts, even your jokes would be justifiably artistic, no?!
I like to think of jokes as an art form, and not just do jokes about art.
You are on point there!
I have a point… on the top of my head.
On the top or below the top?
Both…
Two impressionist painters walk into a bar…
Whew…had you not kept them hidden…the danger….grin!
That’s what I’m talking about! Thanks.
Hey you! So I was cleaning out my spam folder and there’s a message in there from you that is obviously NOT you unless you have been drinking heavily and then English becomes your second language. That can’t be good and I have no idea what it’s about or how you would fix it. Or if you were drinking heavily and sort of take on a foreign tone in which case… pretty funny joke, “much happy pants” is my new favorite phrase! Anyway here’s the message that I got that says you are the sender:
pouringmyartout.wordpress.com x
brownemonkey@gmail.com
76.191.176.46
Submitted on 2013/06/17 at 6:17 pm
Thanks you much for the fine article of wich much information I have been needing is inside of. I will be sure to pay much visits and atention to all future articles of such good information. Keep up with the good hard work. And speaking of hard, I have for selling some magic pills that will make you like a tree in your soft areas. Only fifty glabotniks for a bottle that will give you much happy pants for a long time.
ummm… it is a long story. It started off as a bad joke, then turned into a robot war, and my blog got shut down while the robots were fighting, but it is all good now. The whole story is here on my blog a few days back, waiting to be discovered.
That is most unique traffic driving strategy that I have ever heard… 😉
I am famous for my shameless attempts to get anybody to look at whatever the heck it is that I do over here. Thanks for noticing. But that happens to be a rather interesting string of events… so… Ha! See what I did there?
You are a genius. But you already knew that. 😉
I suspected it… but I wasn’t sure.
Seriously… if you think I’m a genius just because of that, I can only imagine that your head will explode when you listen to some of my original music, or read some of my funny stories, or look at my art, or my funny and sort of mean pictures of Dick Cheney…
What can I say, I don’t get out much. 🙂
Why aren’t I following you?
Evil Genius, sending some pervy spam note about making a tree out of my soft areas just to get followers… I LOVE it.
I will have you know that that was only the finest, high-grade, top of the line, exclusive, imported, pervy spam!
And anyone that wants to have fun at Uncle Dick’s expense is alright in my book!
I think I have done about 60 posts about him. In Photoshop I have turned him into a pizza, a tree, a rock, Fred Flinstone, the Beatles…(not in a good way)… a gynecologist, an executioner cutting off his own head, a rat, a sausage, and some other stuff. Some of them are moving pictures. In one, his head blows lava out of the top. I called it something like; Dick Cheney gettin’ volcaney.
Now you’re talkin’… I’ll be cuddled up a bottle of chard and my laptop checking that out tonight!
But a tip for you and your new career in spam… try to analyze your target audience better. As I am a woman with woman bits I prefer you offer to make my soft spots VANISH …not resemble a tree. Boys take up offers to make their soft spots “big like giant redwood”. Make sense? 🙂
Uh… I think I have basic biology figured out… I am a genius after all, remember? I just thought that was the funniest line to get the point across. Also, I figured women would be less likely to get annoyed by that than if I… why am I explaining myself to you?
😉
And are you talking about a bottle of chardonnay or an actual bottle of chard… the vegetable… because I just did a post yesterday, I think, where I combined the names of fruits and vegetables and herbs and spices to make funny… and sometimes sort of dirty… words.
And maybe somebody who has a profile picture of driving with a huge gun shouldn’t make fun of anybody else’s traffic driving strategies.
Now I don’t even know if Cordelia’s spam was just a witty stunt on her part or it was really in her mail.
PMAO, you really are a character, yes?
Okay. I notice you. Ai?!
That spam stunt got my blog shut down for four days while tiny robots fought a war. That is how much I care about you! I mean, not just you… I don’t really know you… but all of you out there.
Lollllllllllllll
It is funny… now…
hahahaha. Not sure which is funnier -you or your products. Well, I guess they are one and same, eh!
We are interchangeable… thanks…
I see then. You are welcome.
Interesting.
I always try to be that.
I daresay you are not doing bad in that department.
I have my rare moments where things just work.
Seems a lot more often than rare, let me say. Good to hear.
Well thank you.
Shit – I’m aroused
As honored and perhaps frightened as I am by that admission, I have to say that I really thought that poem would get to some of the ladies in that exact way. Even though I meant it as a joke. But so far those words have not been uttered by one member of the fairer sex. So… it looks like it’s just me and you. So tell me… do you come here often? What’s your sign?
No entry normally
It wouldn’t have worked out anyway…
I know, you say tomato I say tomato kinda vibe – Hey Ho…..
That is the major stumbling-block…
You’ve been looking into the mirror again. You should say Bloody Mary three times.
I just said holy shit and am calling it a day.
Giving up
Winning!!!
You spelled ‘whining’ wrong. Lol
Ha… you are fast on your feet in your head.
You are fast on the drawing board.
You are fast on the headboard… ha!
Ouch@!
Watch your head.
Sorry, saladspinner.
That’s Mr. Sala… oh forget it.
Never did know this guy was this crazy. Trent is lucky!
I am feeling the love… okay… that sounded wrong… you know what I mean, right?
Do I?
I hope you do.
Makes sense to me…
No it doesn’t…
How do you know what makes sense to me?
I just do… and when I don’t, I pretend I do.
It must hurt to be that smart.
Oh… it does…
You poor thing.
I know… but I will soldier on… like the little trooper that I am…
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Most excellent poem!
Thanks. I just threw it together.
love it!
Nobody does shameless better than me.
ha what were we talking about again?
My poem… my ode to myself… my love letter to my own face…
riiiiggghhht! ahaha!
Try to follow along.
on it!
Wait… what were we talking about now? HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you snooze you lose 😉
No… I like snoozing.
me too i agree
aarrgghh
yes
Never answer the door when there is a pirate outside!
okay
Does your blog generate a memory-erasing flash, that makes the reader forget everything they read so far, and start clicking on your older posts?
Does it? I don’t remember.
I wish! What were we talking about again? Who said that?
Wait, I commented on this post already??? Weird…
My alien tech mind wipe wand works.
Maybe stupid is just contagious?
Yeah. It is contagious.
And how did I find myself on this blog?#&£*%(!*’;&?
You were mesmerized by my eyes… admit it!
Oh no! Those enchanting eyes!!! Oh blessed horror!
I try to keep them covered, but sometimes they just peek out.