
With a face that speaks of years of horror experienced and endured, Time magazine’s most influential person of 2009 testifies to the magnetic attraction that exists between footwear and capitulum.

With a face that speaks of years of horror experienced and endured, Time magazine’s most influential person of 2009 testifies to the magnetic attraction that exists between footwear and capitulum.
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Adrift, abandoned, alone. MistressKinks’ demeanor promised any posited selection of celestial bodies, yet delivered only mortifying disenchantment. Could she not read my impassioned plea? Am I so perverted, corrupt, untouchable?

While some might label Louis Vuitton a snooty French seller of handbags and wallets, more enlightened minds are acquainted with the truth.
If perhaps its prime function is that of a purveyor of luxury leather goods, Louis Vuitton is clearly also a committed championer of contemporary SoH couture for the modern sophisticate. Laudable, splendid, and shrewd.

Pregnant with symbolic intimation, this aching testimony to collective Iraqi rage serves as a poignant reminder that not only can the simple act of placing a shoe upon a head speak to our jocose and whimsical faculties, but also to our desire for post-cataclysmic political remonstration.

Credit for this superbly supine 3 o’clock neonate SoH must fairly be split between the infant and the organizers of referenced feet feat.
Assuming, of course, neither miraculous serendipity nor recondite prodigy beyond all justifiable expectation.

This idiosyncratic variation on the 9 o’clock no-assist introduces a quixotic element of mystery into the standard SoH equation. Who is this masked man? To what end his anonymous, frustrated projection of cartoonish rage? Or perhaps, of not rage?
For his mouth and eyes express only a disaffected equanimity; wrath is indicated by the eyebrows. Do they, in the immortally-paraphrased words of Jessica Rabbit, belie his true shoe-nature? Is he then, not angry, but only drawn like that?