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30 yo Air Force 1 Is To Be Replaced. The Don Claims The 60 yo Look Of Air Force 1 Also Needs An Update. ...

The current paint scheme ("Livery" when speaking of aircraft) has been used since the Kennedys selected it for the 1st Air Force 1.
The current AF-1 Livery is referred to as "Jackie's Plane" or "Jackie Blue".

The Don apparently dislikes the pastel blue & has proposed more bold colors.
See the options in the Vid & vote Your choice of ...

Jackie's Pastel Blue
Or
The Don's Bold & New

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I was asked to design a credenza with an Asian theme for a client. He liked it and was ready to place an order... then, changed his mind and decided to consult a decorator who worked for a furniture store. They came up with a floating shelf instead of the credenza.



I've been going through some hard drives used to archive drawings and images created over the years. This was one of my favorites.

I listen to a song and think, she is lucky
I think I want someone like you
Over the horizon, maybe there's someone
like you
sadness mixes with happiness leaves me observing nature and its course

I listen to a song and think, she's lucky
I can't listen to some songs because of
Unluckiness? hemm Nothing worth posting
Only memories best kept in a box
In a world of harassment, I must be careful, finding a worthy muse

So many miles covered
On bare feet
Hurts to walk sometimes
Hurts to remember
If only thoughts didn't hurt and we could be ourselves

I think of you and am grateful
to know what I know
Because you showed me
Teacher, when will I pass?
When will I learn enough not to get hurt, waste time?

You say "Hi" and lend an ear
Within a few minutes, you have me
I can't be silent with friends
Friend, no silence allowed
My freedom is the text, bless those who read and understand

The drought brought forth cracks in my soil
As the seeds, carefully sown await
Under a black and white sky
I call the clouds to me as if I was their master

With gentle words like rain, he tends to me
Until the life in me awakens, in pale greens and yellows
New life growing outside of me links earth to sky

He is not a farmer who works the land
He is a steward of my fertile fields
Encouraging life in my land’s empty furrows, waiting
For his same tender hands to cultivate and harvest the best of me

My body is corpse of rotten flowers –my soul an angst ridden Sisyphus—Where’s warmth of a woman gone? When can I smell sweet Jasmine on your hair? When can I caress your hair with trembling fingers—your lips are sweet wine—When can I immerse on them—I long to plant loving kisses on you—When can I kiss the vermilion on your forehead, the sign that you have a husband. Adultery is the passion of poetry. When can I fondle your mounts of Venus, suckle your nipples like a child. I am fond of lesbian voyeuristic sex. How playful are they when they fondle their erotic breasts…How adorable are they when they sodomize themselves with their tongues…oh how I love to hear them moan in ecstasy.

They came to my house with two books. I thought they were giving it for free. Then they said the books cost 200 Rupees. They asked please help them to have lunch. To my irony I didn’t have a single paisa in my pocket. I told them that, they went away angrily without believing me. I thought of celebrity evangelists and I thought of them. All beg in the name of Christianity. When I was having a good job, I was liberal with my money and I used to dish out hefty sums for Christian work. Now I am penny less. ‘Christ’ you are an irony for my purse. I have stopped worshiping Christ and now I follow the path of Mammon. Christ himself has said you are free to worship me or Mammon. I think ironically of Christ’s saying ‘what gain is there if you gain the whole world and yet lose your soul’. Rabbi: I haven’t gained the world. I think it is better to sell my soul to Lucifer. Yes, I long for riches, money, women and fame.

I learnt this term from a
reader- comment on my writing. I had to look up at the dictionary. The dictionary states that Paraphilia is an abnormal s*xual condition of intense s*xual excitement which is of a pathological nature. Do I suffer from Paraphilia, I ask myself.

Hola Mi Amigos I hope all is well with you all an you guys are ok

.....I hear thunder but there's no rain this kind of thunder break walls and window pane...... (prodigy)..#


Hollow heart's and darkening start's that's the stuff that blocks out love........I pour out some rhythm and soul untill my heart exploits the deepest feelings of my soul........!


I yearn to learn no more about love and that chain of lies I cloak my heart now with a pale disguise.