The ideal surrounding Love.

It's Sunday in Australia and have been away from the computer terminal. It seems to work out that way as a woman is not a keyboard nor a post card to be written too. Many months passing where I was going to give up and let the dedicated male reproduction industry take over. Though, just one more day....

The ideal is what? To embark on a ideal that is not colonising but remind a woman law left unattended can see a woman programmed into a inhospitable space where even a astronaut could be left stranded with a group of men if they did not keep their social minds away from her body in Artemis II? My mum, yes, leaves me to wonder how she protected my thoughts where even Heather is lost unless someone believes in mountains full of them, purple, Scottish highland air and dancing but without the swords.

 

Is research define by a woman being a man's prostitute? Well, I believe not, but to stop trade sex trafficking industry where they could be a wolve in sheep's clothing hiding in the fashion industry?

 

Only yesterday I saw a grandfather being bullied by a security guard at National Library of Victoria, because the grandfather was thought to having his child in a two wheeler pram? He was lost, not sure where his daughter was, but a security guard using a library to promote his career rather than a child enjoying the library? Do security tend to women better though with babies if they have a cleavage?

To keep design refinements where people are not harmed, is to bond the ideals of not monetary accumulation but design techniques where a woman ( and if so, her baby ) is kept secure away from the derelict and colonising thoughts of man.

So we are not talking battery charger stuff here where computer screens are used by crime gangs to analyse interiors space as this security guard was being used for another female porn market ( in a library? ), we are talking a safe learning environment where a grandfather was made public knowledge to crime gangs and a child in a two wheeler pram pram put in danger.

 

My mum, raising me in her own wh  et e maybe before I was born was gang rape by men behind The Prince’s Hotel? Not sure if that would happen, but left naked with clothing and money?

 

a womab. What is the dangers during a Fashion Week?

 

Duncan McLean .. son of June