A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere.

The view down. The top of Shot Tower, Taroona. May 2013.

Theme Thursday today and I shall consider things that are SMOOTH, and things that are not SMOOTH.

The sweet soulful tones of Marvin Gaye expressing his need for a carnally oriented therapeutic remedy are SMOOTH.

The shrill tones of imbecilic media gawkers whose opinion equates to the spasmodic orgasmic delight at the spilling of blood is most decidedly not SMOOTH.

The subtle glide of George Clooney as he glissades behind an inconversant seraphic maiden and whisks her off to his bedchamber is SMOOTH.

The oafish grunts, thrusts and uncouth posturing of Vladimir Putin as he paws at some guileless strumpet and presents some freshly butchered endangered animal in the attempt to secure some cheap bestial gratification is in no way SMOOTH.

Rocks can be SMOOTH as you promenade along the beach skipping stones and gazing at gulls.

Rocks are rarely SMOOTH when you're tumbling down the face of a cliff, clawing for some semblance of a grasp point.

Comments

George S Batty said…

loved the media shot and hope you don't have first hand knowledge of tumbling down a cliff

28 June 2013 at 02:01

Nana Jo said…

I love the smooth, satiny feel of rocks in my hand, too. The image you portrayed of Putin will be difficult to erase from my memory!

28 June 2013 at 02:29

Unknown said…

Had to laugh at your take of a black cat crossing your path! Glad you are not superstitious!

28 June 2013 at 05:45

Anonymous said…

Nice mix of images, both in word and photo.

28 June 2013 at 23:50

Mrsupole said…

Black cats are cool, just hard to see at night. At first when I looked at the picture, I just thought those were large rocks and since I have a fear of heights I did not want to look too closely. Now I see it looks like a castle tower and a house, plus I see the car. There is no way I would ever be able to look down, so thank you for the picture. Love the Putin comment and he is so smooth when his shirt is off, not. But I think he has a big enough ego for all shirtless men.

Happy Theme Thursday. Hope you have a fun week with Jen and the boys.

God bless.

2 July 2013 at 12:50

Kris McCracken said…

Mi ĉesis!

11 July 2013 at 20:58

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

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