Above : going for that kink.com outro look, bound gangbangs style.
Above : Belgradeii sushi restaurant, poliloghia.
Below : same, but the praxis this time. And pretty fucking delicious praxis at that!
Above : the principal ingredient to female as well as urban felicity and contentment, displayed for informational purposes.
Below : the weapons of World War 2. First, the German in the foreground with the Russian in the background, then the other way around -- as per historical reality. Amusingly enough, the Serbs think that's a Yugo.iii
Above : I have somewhere this exact picture, except taken from fort Conde in Mobile, Alabama. I was sure I had published it at some point, but... apparently I can't find where. Amusingly enough Mobile is pretty much exactly Belgrade : the guarding point of a plain, on the side of a river etcetera. What now ?!
Below : the ever-celebrated cunnygag.
Above : while the forefathers evidently had most of the right ideas (note, for instance, how the punished's tits are out), nevertheless it is quite strongly and directly striking just how utterly inadequate their tooling actually was. It'd be quite well worth it, to get a BDSM demonstration going in the (ample, and certainly unmolested by any agglomeration of torture instruments) space, so one can see the sad, withered, inept medieval world side by side with the excellence of contemporaneous torture instruments. Hell, I can get better equipment out of an extemporaneous visit to a pet store than what these guys had available as the idealised museum selection!
Below : hope sprins eternal.
Above : statue to the victory or something like that.
Below : the world's largest, recentest and... least artistically valuable Orthodox church.
Above : The civillians milling pointlessly in the vicinity readily assumed the girls were kneeling towards the altar. Nevertheless (and evidently enough) they're not -- they're kneeling to me. I hereby claim a most interesting title, in a certain perspective equivalent to Stephen's (Првовенчани) : I am the first man to receive the humble homage of two girls in the Sveti Sava.
That's right : while all the (occasionally hotiv, and generally poorly dressed) adolescent pilgrim females kneeled to the altar and prayed to jesus, mine kneeled to me and prayed to me. Ha-HA.
Below : excellent Lebanese restaurant, had after some effort. We loaded up on quite excellent lamb, and most delicious tahini, and other things (Hannah's baba ganoush still better than the quite well made item on offer, ha-HA!)
And with that, my humble reader, this most demonic author bids you farewell, si pe curind!———
- Ma rog, mai depinde si-al cui, da' asa in general sa zicem. [↩]
- 10 years! [↩]
- Speaking of Michael Cera's "obscure & exotic" hipstermobile, tons of period yugos driving happily all over Serbia. [↩]
- And by looking into their eyes I could tell, that they then and there knew they've been wasting their lives ; horror at the sudden realisation stiffening their misguided bodies in an instant. I count at least a coupla cases of certain deconversion (and perhaps a few others, more dubious) as a result of merely gazing upon my glory. What more ? [↩]