Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Today Is The Day Before Tomorrow.


Beautiful Barefoot Abby enjoyed her last day off from work today. Barefoot Abigail started her morning beautifully, casually nude and quite relaxed, while brushing and styling her beautiful white hair. She collected her purse and left the house as soon as she adorned herself in her beautiful nude body jewelry. She walked leisurely on her typical perpetually always bare feet, with her barefoot anklets and toe-rings, as the weather was fine for her usual morning nude always barefoot run. Barefoot Abby has often been nude her entire life, of course, so she encourages most other barefoot women and certain men to do the same, whenever appropiate, as is their practice for maintaining excellent natural form in their naturist exercises. Barefoot Abby takes many social concerns to heart, including Barefoot Women's Liberation, being admirably influential and persuasive, while still being elegantly flamboyant and adorably exhibitionistic, having the good sheer nerve to simply go nude however and wherever she pleases, earning the respect and cooperation of many, being very influential and enjoying her life. On warm or hot days, Barefoot Abby's as comfortable in her nude body jewelry in the now very naturist-friendly streets of Houma as she is running nude on her healthy always bare feet in the muddy marshlands, of course. Clearly, Barefoot Abby's years of work in imperative humane social reform and liberal hedonistic morale has paid off, since "skin will win!", as they say, now that casual female nudity is thankfully completely in favor, eliminating any lingering cultural sensitivity to healthy beautiful barefoot women just going nude in public in Houma, as is always their right. Finishing her briskly accomplished nude barefoot run before noon, Barefoot Abby met with her nude barefoot lady friends and stopped in at her naturist spa resort's International House of Pancakes diner swim-up bar for a free serving of morning pancakes. Barefoot Abby gladly credited her alloted donation to the children’s advocacy charity. She returned home with her purse, and she then came out to see me in her newest boat at Lake Bayou. Barefoot Abby couldn't wait "to hit the water" as her nude swimming pleasure was most assuredly to be the highlight of her day. She docked her boat and lay about nude in the sun for a couple of hours, sunning herself to improve upon her already perfect nude body sun tan. Seeing me waiting for her under the water, Barefoot Abby smiled, took a few deep breaths, and she plunged her beautiful healthly evenly sun-tanned sexy nude body into the deep water, swimming underwater the rest of the way. She certainly is shown enjoying her sexuality in every sort of healthy way. She definitely loves to swim. No one looks like Barefoot Abby when she's swimming and diving so well, the way her submerged lovely feminine athletic nude dancer's body and beautiful long flowing twin black-streaked white hair gleam above her cleanly round and lovely bare high forehead and her strong bare shoulders. It's impressive how my brave and devoted little barefoot wife swims so gracefully underwater, with the ever-present dark pitch-black grime completely shadowing the natural soles beneath her always bare feet creating the perfect contrast in her esteemed nude beauty.

Her shining ear-rings and her nude nipple-rings adorning her always fully sun-tanned bare breasts glimmered brightly. I never fail to be impressed by her beauty and her grace. After a long and luxurious swim together, we withdrew to a nearby glade, and we conducted our favorite of all our lovemaking rituals. A fine Floral Design day has come to pass for us.

Barefoot Abby's at home now, having exercised nude and bathed properly and is at the moment quite sound asleep from exhaustion until her primetime television shows come on. Her work day tomorrow's hopefully to be uneventful and easier for her than before. Save for the air conditioner, that infernal machine she describes that will either break down or else never turn off and make the place into a chilled over "icebox" not very much to her liking. Ah, well. Worse things have happened. I can't foresee any other problems for my beautiful barefoot wife, Barefoot Abby tomorrow. Everything of design perpetuates well for both of us, as life flows on in the bayou.


Next:
Damn It All To Hell...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/03/damn-it-all-to-hell.html

Monday, February 27, 2006

Barefoot Lady Nightshade's Abduction and Memory Loss.

Will Uncovering What Really Happened To The
Barefoot Lady Nightshade Help To End The Infinite Crisis?

This evening I attended a mystic spellcasting at the Oblivion Bar. Barefoot June Moone, the Barefoot Enchantress has given me vital information as to the brief abduction of Barefoot Eve Eden, the Barefoot Lady Nightshade, by a young man whose description is now confirmed to be Alexander Luthor of Earth-3. Barefoot Eve remembers that her fellow captives were the Barefoot Power Girl (who is now on Earth-2), Martian Manhunter, Breach, the Barefoot Lady Quark, Black Adam, and the Ray. Also present was the version of Superboy who rampaged against a gathering of heroes recently in Smallville, Kansas on the same day Earth-2 was splintered away from our own reality. What the Barefoot Lady Nightshade was unable to remember--as she continued to lay bathing as her nude body floated in the water of the scrying pool that she had been fully submerged in when these visions had manifested themselves to us--is how she escaped and who rescued her. By the unusual way she was casually floating her slender nude body as she still lay in the mystical water, we could perceive that Barefoot Eve's personal vibrational field was unlocked, leaving her helpless when the young divergent Luthor decides to use her again. How frustrating. The Barefoot Lady Nightshade will be taken by him once more, and there's nothing the Shadowpact or I can do about it. It's just a matter of time.
I'll pass this information on to the Barefoot Black Orchid at the next opportunity. This knowledge has shown me something important:
I should never again doubt my instincts, nor quickly dismiss any further premonitions I or my family should have. One way or another, this Infinite Crisis should draw to a close promptly. And when it does, who knows what the consquences of this latest revelation shall be?


Next:
Today Is The Day Before Tomorrow.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/today-is-day-before-tomorrow.html

Sunday, February 26, 2006

The Barefoot Orchid In Atlantis.

The Nude Purple Barefoot Flower of The Seven Seas...


re: Barefoot Susan Linden-Thorne-Weems II wrote:

"Dear Alec. Sorry this e-mail has to be so short. I can't keep the phone line busy for very long. I'm on the Sea Devils' ship. They've been gracious hosts. I sent you this photo we took of me visiting Mermaid Lori's garden peak! She's a talented cultivator, let me tell you. Tomorrow is Mermaid Lori's birthday. I'm going to Atlantis just in time for a mermaid's birthday party! This is so exciting.
I understand she's SUPER at kissing! We'll see. Here's Mermaid Lori coming up again. Time for a photo of our favorite sexy nude mermaid surfacing:

"How exciting! What a wonderful Tell A Fairy Tale Day this has been. Somebody's talking to me. They want me off the ship and down in the water again. Something is going on down there. Time for another good healthy swim and go check it out. I'm fine, just having a hard time keeping up with everyone else. Everyone's extremely pushy, but I don't blame them. Working in the ocean is a real challenge for me. But I love it, I've never seen anything like this. Into the blue I go again! We'll need the floodlight this time, it's already dark. But I'm not scared though, far from it. Dive time! If I miss my splash, they'll leave me here. I'm off. Best watery wishes to you back home, Barefoot Suzy."


Barefoot Suzy seems to be at her best under pressure. If all goes well in their recovery work, she will have wonderful memories of this experience. An interesting and pleasing event this may be to behold indeed.


Next:
Barefoot Lady Nightshade's Abduction and Memory Loss.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/nightshades-abduction-and-memory-loss.html

Mardi Gras Time!

Barefoot Tefé Had A Fine Day, Dancing Nude At The New Orleans Festival.

I hope everyone is having a safe and happy Mardi Gras weekend.
Barefoot Abby, Barefoot Tefé and all their friends certainly are.
Barefoot Tefé loves belly-dancing nude on the streets of New Orleans,
with her typically concrete-toughened dirty-soled always bare feet.

Such memories! I'm so proud of my beautiful barefoot loved ones.

I achieved a reconciliation with the lovely Barefoot Zatanna.
I attended her nude underwater escape stunt show in New Orleans,
last night. She is pleased with my continuing friendship. I'm invited
to attend her 46th birthday party this May. I'm glad she's doing fine. She asked me to get a good "before" photo, when she was still dry, which I did as soon as I found a good angle of her beautiful bare breasts. "Was it something I said?" She joked. Her audience laughed.

"Don't try this at home." She insisted, before the water started. Once submerged, she escaped in record time, dancing nude in her dangling chains.

"You'll never see me drown on Mardi Gras weekend, in these chains!" She spends a fortune on wardrobe, yet her nude shows are her best. "Always", she said, "Especially when I pole dance wet, as an encore!" She laughed. She certainly is the sexy artist and talented performer. She also learned that I am a better at kissing than John Constantine. No surprise there. She savored my taste of lime on her luscious lips.

It's been a great weekend.
Enjoy the celebrations, my friends!



Next:
The Barefoot Orchid In Atlantis.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/orchid-in-atlantis.html

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Mermaid Lori Lemaris.

The Beautiful Nude Mermaid Lori Lemaris.

The Lovely Nude Little Mermaid With Colossal Problems!

Today was Quiet Day, until a deafening loud noise rang out!
Early this evening, Barefoot Suzy and I heard a sonic disturbance channeling into the Green. Hurriedly, we rushed out to the Shell Beach region in the Gulf Stream Islands. There, on an isolated sandy beach we met our most exotic nude siren temptress wielding a now-silenced conch horn. Lori Lemaris was her name, and she truly is a mermaid, a highly-respected and noble denizen of legendary Atlantis! Mermaid Lori is also known as Barefoot Lori, whenever possessed of her legs and her bare feet on land. Barefoot Suzy knew of Mermaid Lori's fame, and instantly heaped praise and delight upon the noble nude mermaid's survival of the Spectre's destruction of the Atlantean Kingdom. Mermaid Lori came to us because she had nowhere left to turn. Atlantean Barefoot Queen Mera's resources have begun to wane tremendously, and now even Aquaman himself is nowhere to be found. Mermaid Lori attempted to contact Superman, the Barefoot Wonder Woman, the Barefoot Power Girl, and others. But she ultimately failed, as every hero is either lost, displaced, or missing in action during the continuing chaos of the Infinite Crisis. The Barefoot Black Orchid and I were Mermaid Lori's last resort. Barefoot Suzy lifted the wet tender mermaid into her powerful purple naked arms. She insisted they go to the Oblivion Bar, as the mystics there would be to Mermaid Lori's advantage. Barefoot Suzy told me that her involvement with Mermaid Lori would take her away for some time.

I told her it would be all right. She has served me well, and I would always be grateful. Barefoot Suzy then told me that after her journey to Mermaid Lori's underwater homeland, she would begin to involve herself more closely in the scheme of things. Find a way to halt the Villain Society's progress, or help in the coordination of an effort to neutralize the OMACs, perhaps. Anything but to sit on the sidelines while other heroes fail. I offered to go with her, but she insisted that I remain. She was right. The dead raconteur's bleeding of stories remains unresolved despite my best efforts turn things around.
A madman sits in a prison, waiting for release like a ticking time bomb. I cannot ignore these things. Besides, Barefoot Abby would never forgive me if I risk our well-being on yet another crusade to save humanity. The burden must fall on one who is prepared. I trust no one more so than the Barefoot Black Orchid. I hugged the heroic nymphic nude women, wishing them the best of luck. They bid me farewell. Soon I was alone on that beach. Mermaid Lori and Barefoot Suzy submerged themselves deep into the gulfstream waters. They swam away in their consumate grace underwater. As soon as the beautiful nude women swimming below the water were gone, the sky darkened, and a formidable thunderstorm began, as if echoing my concern and despair of being isolated from the outside world-- now at a time when power such as mine is needed most. For now, I'd better go join Barefoot Abby in New Orleans for the weekend festival.


Next:
Mardi Gras Time!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/mardi-gras-time.html

Friday, February 24, 2006

Barefoot Tefé On Parade With The Krewe of Barefoot Aphrodite.


Barefoot Tefé is dancing in the 22nd Krewe of Barefoot Aphrodite parade tonight. She looks exquisite in her shining nude body jewelry, complete with the magical girdle Cestus, and a waving sash in hand. She prefers to go traditionally nude, wearing her sexy nude body jewelry only, including the girdle. This is in the naturist tradition of the mythical true Barefoot Lady Aphrodite Venus. Her beautiful nude dancer's body shows off her magnificent healthy swimmer's physique. With Barefoot Tefé's perfect nude tan, her elegantly growing bare breasts, and her beautiful long white hair, it was only natural that she be selected for the role of Barefoot Lady Venus. This will help fashionably with planning her nude modeling career in her travels.

With or without her powers, naturally nude and body-bejeweled, the young Barefoot Lady Tefé always has been, and she forever shall be a Barefoot Nature Goddess of most exquisite nude beauty, glamor, wit, charm, and heart. Not unlike the eternally beautiful barefoot blonde nude Olympian Barefoot Love Goddess herself--
The Fabled Barefoot Lady Aphrodite Venus.


Next:
Mermaid Lori Lemaris.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/lori-lemaris.html

The Woodrue Investigation Is Complete.

Should We Close The Book On Jason Woodrue?


Barefoot Suzy Is Back From Belle Reve Prison With Her Report...


re: Barefoot Susan Linden-Thorne-Weems II wrote:

"Alec, I have filed my report and I hope it is to your liking. After obtaining my security pass with pertaining papers and putting the finishing touches on my human disguise and my proper composition and pigmentation [Eyes were still violet in color, hence my wearing of tinted glasses] I was processed quickly under my DEO Agent alias and rushed into the viewing room of the interrogation center. Somewhat high tech situated, but still obsolete when comparison ratios to Blackgate, the Slab, Arkham, and other such security laden criminal-holding facilities are taken into account. Dr. Woodrue was placed in the cell under armed guards and I viewed him via the channel [per your suggested precautions]. He seemed stable, he waited patiently as the line of questioning through my dictation and reception was being prepared, as I could not communicate with him directly for your fear of my possible tipping him off as to my individual presence. I've tried to be as complete in my study as is pertinent. Here are the following results:

Does Dr. Woodrue remember Alec Holland, and is he aware of your family?

Yes. He has full recollection of you, and of your initial confrontation. In addition he knows all that followed in the intervening years.
He remembers Barefoot Abby, in her early encounters with him, concerning his proving of the discovery of your true nature as the most primary Earth Elemental. He remembers that his devastating attempts to harm humanity and all animal life is, by default, to do grevious harm to the Green. He recalls confronting the Cult of the Manhunters on humanity's behalf. He's not forgotten his oath of the New Guardians, and his eventual discarding of it, in turn disavowing his very acts of superheroism. He remembers standing helpless before you in your omnipotent phase. He remembers Barefoot Tefé, her captivity, her great power, her escape and attempted assassination of him. He recalls his second breakdown, the anger the Batman shown him at the breaking of his ties to the superhero community. He remembers his odd progenital arrangement with Barefoot Poison Ivy, how he promoted to her the creation of lower class hybrids, especially the short-lived Barefoot Ferak women, their personal "children", so to speak. He remembers being temporarily Jokerized, the splitting off of variant versions of Jason Woodrue, each carrying on a single aspect of his personality to a different location. That is to his full extent, which invites the next question:

What is it that he does not know, or he has forgotten/or been mindwiped from his memory?

Dr. Woodrue is unaware that Barefoot Tefé has been stripped of her powers during your confrontation with the now-vanished Sargon The Sorceror [who is now presumably exiled to the reformed Earth-2 dimension, and is not active as a factor at this time, by any rate].
Dr. Woodrue no longer recalls his association with the Wizard's Secret Society of Super-Villains. He has forgotten his long-standing friendship with the barefoot villainess, Barefoot Lady Star Sapphire, and how she detested his behavior/dark humor at times, her adverse reaction to his shrill laughter in particular. He knows not any of the secrets of the Justice League. He feels no reason whatsoever to distrust or to hate them. He doesn't even remember who Barefoot Zatanna is! He holds no grudges against Green Lantern or the Atom. He certainly has no animosity for the Swamp Thing. For him, the whole of his life as been a learning experience to influence this planet by setting a meaningful example. He seems to feel his life is being spiritually guided by the Green. He no longer questions anything of consquence. Even his imprisonment is part of some master plan he is never to know the full meaning of. Nor does he care. He truly is lobotomized fully as a creature of the Green can possibly become, when you get down to it. Barefoot Zatanna really did a number on him this time. Despite her rage in doing so, I think she finally did the job right. I think perhaps this all may turn out for the best.

I will be leaving the final evaluation to you. If there is going to be a massive widespread jailbreak by the Villains United Society hinted at by Barefoot Poison Ivy, I can't imagine Dr. Woodrue being a future danger to anyone. He's far beyond being a physical threat now. But it remains your decision on if we must take action in this instance. Very sincerely yours, Barefoot Suzy."


This report and my subsequently optimistic discussion with the Barefoot Black Orchid today has set my mind at ease. Woodrue is no longer the threat we believed of him. You cannot imagine what a relief this experience has turned out to be.


Next:
Barefoot Tefé On Parade With The Krewe of Barefoot Aphrodite.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/tef-on-parade-with-crewe-of-aphrodite.html

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Love and Sanctity. Nothing Else Matters.

Barefoot Tefé, The Barefoot Lady Romantic...

Today is National Rationalization Day. I had a meaningful discussion with Barefoot Tefé this morning. She will be staying with her barefoot lesbian lover, Barefoot Zaina full time now. Barefoot Abby has at last agreed to this arrangement, it is for the best for all of us. It will allow me greater access to Barefoot Abby and her house. Barefoot Tefé feels that Barefoot Zaina is, as yet, still not prepared to face the greater truth of Barefoot Tefé's existence and conception. Given the negative reaction and my brief interaction with Barefoot Abby's former lover, Jake Evans, I can't see any fault in this notion. Barefoot Tefé's happy where she'll be staying, and I can be closer to Barefoot Abby more of the time. All our respective happiness is what matters most.


Next:
The Woodrue Investigation Is Complete.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/woodrue-investigation-is-complete.html

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Barefoot Zatanna: No Cooperation At All.

Has Barefoot Zatanna Become The Most Worthless Of All The Barefoot Superheroines?

Barefoot Abby arrived in New Orleans around 11. She found Barefoot Zatanna's performance studio close to noon. The magic show didn't start until 1, so there was still time for the proper questioning we needed to conduct. I remained concealed in the rosebud that Barefoot Abby was carrying in her hand until such time she had privacy with Barefoot Zatanna. The barefoot lady magician took a drag off her locoweed stick to overcome her ongoing stress, Barefoot Zatanna exhaled the pungent smoke, and insisted that I make myself visible. Barefoot Abby began to feel distaste for the barefoot sorceress at this point, but I assured her this needed to be done as I manifested myself in the sight of Barefoot Zatanna. She was very down to business, asking what the Floronic Man has done to us this time. Barefoot Abby replied, very matter of factly, nothing--yet. Barefoot Abby insisted on knowing exactly what was done to Woodrue in his mindwipe and how much longer it will last? Barefoot Zatanna told us to get out. She said the Justice League is dead, and whatever the Secret Society of Super-Villains do after their mindwipe punishment is no longer any of her concern. This sent Barefoot Abby off on a tirade of her own! Barefoot Abby insisted that if I, the Swamp Thing had ever been a standing member of the Justice League, perhaps none of this Infinite Crisis business would be occurring. Barefoot Abby insists that if I'd been around, the Identity Crisis involving Barefoot Sue Dibny's demise would have not been so disastrous for every party involved. In the end, Barefoot Zatanna has no one to blame but herself, and no amount or makeup, hairspray, fancy top hats, fishnet leggings, or theatrics can hide that fact. Barefoot Zatanna then turned around, looking very different. Her face was older, unkept and haggard. Burn marks from her father's fiery death years ago scorched the flesh of one side of her face and neck, the hand that held her destroyed father's had healed badly, the wrist of that hand also scarred recently by the Barefoot Catwoman's whip. Likewise, the gash of recently inflicted scratch marks by the Barefoot Catwoman on the other side of her face disfigures Barefoot Zatanna further, nearly costing her an eye, which also remains wounded and unpatched. As are the glass cuts she received when hurled through a window and into a trash dumpster three stories below prior to that. Two of her fingers on her good hand are taped together rather tightly, probably due to Barefoot Zatanna punching the Barefoot Catwoman in the face to defend herself. Likewise, Barefoot Zatanna's body was no longer shapely and well kept, but sagging and worn and suffering possible internal injuries due to the attacks she sustained from the Barefoot Catwoman, aggrivating the previous injuries Barefoot Zatanna had taken in a confrontation with the assassin Deathstroke in late 2004. This was her true appearance, minus the glamor spell she cast long ago to maintain a perfect and youthful appearance, falsehood though it is. After this unsettling revelation, Barefoot Zatanna allowed the spell, which is permanent until the moment of her death, to resume. She told us this discussion was over. Barefoot Abby insisted it wasn't. Barefoot Abby posited that if Barefoot Zatanna was as inept as Constantine-- then certainly I, the Swamp Thing, should have taken my proper place amongst the ranks of the Justice League and been honored as such, neutralizing or destroying the dangers that continually plague us. Our barefoot daughter, Barefoot Tefé's monumental struggles should have to be aided to this very day by the Teen Titans and their companionship. That the heroes neglect of our family is wrong. Barefoot Zatanna returned that honor and privilege never enter into it: she was subject to the League's demands and was forced to mystically lobotomize the unspeakably vicious, cruel, and insane Dr. Light. This was the catalyst to Barefoot Zatanna's downfall. Barefoot Abby asked if John Constantine taught her how to do the spell. She demanded an answer. Barefoot Zatanna replied, yes she learned it from John. Barefoot Abby burst out of the room, she'd had more than her tolerance of magic and its abuses for the day, but I insisted Barefoot Zatanna return with us to ultimately deal with Woodrue, as his spared life and future sins were now her responsibility. She refused, saying that I would have to solve my own problems for myself, she's done attempting and failing to do anything heroic or in the line of duty. She'd rather die at the hands of the alien Sheeda than have to be held accountable for a mindwipe or a slaying again. Barefoot Zatanna went on sarcastically, to come back on Saturday. She'll be performing Houdini's infamous underwater torture stunt once again, and drowning nude in chains while daringly submerged upside-down in freezing cold water due to our appalling distraction of her concentration would be a lovely way for her to expire, she said. Perhaps I will come see her perform that challenging underwater stunt this Mardi Gras weekend. No doubt she will be in better shape by then, physically and emotionally. Hopefully we can mend our friendship after this unpleasant exchange. We shall see. Still angry, Barefoot Abby said Barefoot Zatanna will never get off so easy. At this point, harsh words prevailed and I had to escort Barefoot Abby out of the dressing room. We accidentally wound up on stage, where my towering stature and most unusual appearance to the masses won me a pleasing round of applause to which I bowed, standing beside a most shaken and surprised Barefoot Abby. She smiled, as she bowed her bejeweled lean sexy nude body to the adoring audience and said,
"Well, this beats a day at the resort!"

Today is World Thinking And Be Humble Day and it certainly is true.
It's good to be appreciated at times like this, even if I am just part of the show. And it is truly as they say, the show must go on...


Next:
Love and Sanctity. Nothing Else Matters.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/love-and-sanctity-nothing-else-matters.html

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Time For Our Contemplation and Careful Planning...

Barefoot Suzy's Down To Earth. As You Can See,
Now She Has Both Of Her Always Bare Feet Close To The Ground.

Barefoot Abby and I spent most of the day talking things over with the Barefoot Black Orchid, planning out our strategy, our next move. I admit to being distracted in my own thoughts when taking this picture of Barefoot Suzy. She jested that it is flattering to her that anyone would think her always bare feet would be so pretty. They certainly are beautiful. This put Barefoot Abby well at ease. I asked Barefoot Suzy if she was prepared to accept an assignment from me. She said it depended upon what the objective was. I informed both Barefoot Suzy and Barefoot Abby together as to the danger being posed by Jason Woodrue. Both of the barefoot women remained silent, waiting for me to continue, which was of good necessity. Barefoot Suzy was to enter Belle Reve penetentiary in disguise of paramount import, simply to spy on Woodrue directly without him recognizing her. No need to set him off prematurely. She agreed to this. Barefoot Abby and I, meanwhile, are to go to New Orleans and seek out Barefoot Zatanna, who is currently hosting performances of her stage act there to question her about the nature of the mindwipe she had subjected to Woodrue. Barefoot Abby does not trust mindwipes after our experience with Constantine's miserably failed attempt to graft our barefoot daughter, Barefoot Tefé into a normal life that was not her own. I asked that she give Barefoot Zatanna the benefit of the doubt. Barefoot Abby agreed and smiled, saying that at least she could enjoy a good magic show out of the deal. Barefoot Suzy was despondent about the need for a physical disguise, given the security measures at Belle Reve precluded the use of her nude purple body's pheromone manipulation. I assured my young barefoot lady colleague that I had every faith in her abilities and it is certainly time to do things the old fashioned way when a well-known enemy such as Woodrue is involved. She said if she learned anything she would let us know. Barefoot Abby and Barefoot Suzy plunged their beautiful nude bodies beneath the water and swam off to set out to make the preparations for our respective missions. If all goes well, this matter may soon be resolved for us. But then, affairs such as this always have a way of going to hell against us, now don't they?


Next:
Barefoot Zatanna: No Cooperation At All.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/zatanna-no-cooperation-at-all.html

Monday, February 20, 2006

A Warning From Barefoot Poison Ivy!


She's back from the grave.
She's beautiful, seductive, deadly.
She is as maddening and terrifying as ever.
But is Barefoot Pamela Isley still dangerous?

Barefoot Pamela Lillian Isley, aka. Barefoot Poison Ivy. I found her lurking in an algae-laden dike reservoir this morning. She lay there nude in the moldering water, up to her chin. From what I gathered she had slept in there, feeding on the decay itself for substanance. I'm somewhat at a loss for words to readily explain this situation at a veritable exchange. Suffice to say, lying idle in cold moldering moat water cessed over with algae is most unusual behavior even for Barefoot Ivy. Upon my approach she submerged her face once more beneath murkied algae layering the surface of the long-still water, so I summoned her to rise, insisting that she express her affairs plainly. She raised her beautiful slender slick-wet emerging rinsed head from the murk, her pretty green wet facial features, her opening green eyes, her tall wide sleek forehead and bare ears, and her algae-shampooed slicked-back hair glazed and round behind her lovely wet neck somehow gleamed in the dim light. With a sigh she addressed me irreverently, saying that I was full of myself. So much for respect. Her shiny greased-back flat slicked-down wet hair barnacled green with algae and ensuing mildew molds, scant little of her chemical-enriched hair's blood-red hue remained visible, pasted down flat and evenly slicked back beneath the gluey emerald moss behind her neck. Her naked green skin glistened with clorophyll glory as she lifted her slender wet green-skinned beautiful nude body, extricating herself from the murky entrenchment slowly and most disdainfully, as if she wished to remain, indigently. I asked if she was all right, if I could help her? She asked rather cruelly if I was planning to help her the way I did with Killer Croc. And repeat my failure in doing so. No thanks and go to Hell was her reply. She told me I was a hypocrate and became most insulting in the telling of it. At this point, her harsh insults no longer mattered to me. All I wanted was the truth of this matter. I asked what her visit and dereliction was about. Why was she still pretending to be dead? Why did she journey halfway across the country, racing nude upon her athletic always bare feet, to reach the swamp? Barefoot Poison Ivy warned me that the man we both have good reason to hate is coming to get me. She pointed directly to Belle Reve prison on the other side of the bayou, still in operation on the coast. There: Jason Woodrue, the insane Floronic Man remains incarcerated. Suffering the ill effects of a second mystical mindwipe. It was inflicted upon him by an angry barefoot sorceress with diminishing but still considerable powers, due to his own dire transgressions in siding with the forces of evil against my allies, the now-defunct Justice League. Still, Woodrue poses a potential threat. Barefoot Poison Ivy persists that Woodrue will be coming for me again once more, to destroy me and all I hold dear. And this time, even I may not be able to stop him. She demanded that we work together to destroy him now, before the Criminal Society of All Villains United can liberate him from his physical and emotional bonds. If we don't kill him now, he will in time make us wish we had. Seeing no immediate threat from Woodrue, I refused to attack him directly, unprovoked. Barefoot Ivy called me a weak-minded fool in her hauntingly sultry soft voice, as the sky grew darker and cloudy. She stroked back her glazed messy slicked-back hair again, and she walked away confidently nude in a dancing stride, her large green bare breasts bouncing, treading upon her naturally wide-spread supple dirty barefoot toes of her athleticly swift agile and femininely beautiful always bare feet. It started to rain, and the rapid downpour quickly rinsed away the algal bloom residue that had completely covered her slick wet hair before, leaving her sleek wet red hair streaming evenly flat down her back like a trail of blood, down the back of her contrasted green well-endowed beautiful lean nude body. After following her a short distance, I asked, where? In her almost total disregard, Barefoot Ivy stated that she was finally going home to Seattle, and if anyone stood in her way that she would slay them outright, even the Society. I watched, as she turned away, and she safely made her departure, bounding swiftly upon her athletic muddy barefoot toes. Now I could have easily made her my captive and even forced my protection upon her, but I did not. Freedom is all that Barefoot Ivy has left in her life, and I cannot take it away from her. She will, of course, complete her nude barefoot run westward across the country in record time. No doubt, regardless of her intent she will still end up returning east back to the urban hell that is Gotham City.

However, I must now take Barefoot Poison Ivy's dire warning for everything it's worth. If Woodrue is going to be a danger to us all, then it is necessary that I do what I must to be ready to face him. Nothing more, nothing less.


Next:
Time For Our Contemplation and Careful Planning...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/time-for-our-contemplation-and-careful.html

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Sharing Optimism With Barefoot Abby.

Barefoot Abby's Presence In The Swamp Is Always A Pleasure.

The weather cleared up enough today for Barefoot Abby to come out to spend the early part of the afternoon. She sat on some rocks in the creek, savoring the chill air in her lovely nude body jewelry. She really wanted to celebrate this International Friendship Day with me.

Barefoot Abby is very graceful upon her always bare feet, of course, so naturally vibrant and beautiful, and just as well. She but rarely comes out to visit me when it's so cold. Seeing her out here again was so wonderful today! Her demeanor today reminded me much of how spiritedly carefree she was in the good old days and she remains so today. How I love her so much. So completely self-assured and enduring, my barefoot wife. My beautiful Barefoot Abby. She is beginning to show her middle-age life beautifully, and I often remind her of how lovely she remains to this day. She appreciates this. We talked for only a short while, but it's always good enough for both of us at times like this. Her electric bill is skyrocketing due to power restoration from last year's storm. Barefoot Tefé is still ill at ease about her current social situation. The Infinite Crisis remains a looming threat to us all. Great many things are of concern to Barefoot Abby. I asked her if that isn't always the case? We had a good laugh, we hugged for a while. She left smiling and she said,
"La revedere!" in her native Romanian, as she walked home nude proudly on her always bare feet, just as happily as she came. We have come a long way, Barefoot Abby and I. Now we are here again, where it all started. All in all, another quiet day as it proceeds onward into another evening. That's life, here in the swamp.


Next:
A Warning From Barefoot Poison Ivy!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/warning-from-poison-ivy.html

Saturday, February 18, 2006

The Calm Before The Storm.


The temperature is dropping. Fog is starting to chase the sun away.
It's going to be dark and cold. There is thunder in the distance.
It will begin raining and do so for quite some time again.
Barefoot Abby and Barefoot Tefé have stayed in today. They enjoyed some well deserved rest, and reflecting on old times. Today, I spent alone. But I am not lonely. I have put unresolved issues at the back of my mind, attending once more to the peace of the swamp. Come what may, in the coming weeks I shall be prepared for whatever is to come from this dark, dismal Infinite Crisis sweeping over this world and its divergent parallel counterpart.

I am Swamp Thing.

I shall be strong and ready to fight!


Next:
Sharing Optimism With Barefoot Abby.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/sharing-optimism-with-abby.html

Friday, February 17, 2006

Another Rainy Night.


It rained on the parade Barefoot Tefé went to see tonight. Her barefoot lesbian lover Barefoot Zaina arrived at Barefoot Tefé's side in time to receive the lush downpour over their lovely nude bodies.


re: Barefoot Tefé Holland wrote:

"Dad. Just got back in. It rained, just like you figured it would. Anyway I got this great picture of Barefoot Zaina. She's cut down so much of her weight and got into such better shape than when we met at that party a year ago. She looks sexy in her cornrows, bodywaxed with her Creole nude body jewelry, right down to her barefoot anklets and toe-rings. Like I said before, Barefoot Zaina's hot now. Since we didn't have to dress up in togas and participate in the parade, we just went nude and watched. Too bad the rain was so cold or else we would have enjoyed it. Even though the parade we went to catch was called off halfway through. Barefoot Zaina kept wanting to sit her Brazilian-waxed nude ass down, saying it was too long a walk. I said, "Come on, Barefoot Zaina! We go barefoot to school, we go shopping barefoot, we'll be barefoot doing everything! You've been always barefoot, typically your entire life, just like I have. You should be able to go for a long walk to the parade or anything else you want to go, got it? Taking these barefoot walks for longer that you're used to, that shouldn't be any different. Just keep on staying up longer on your always bare feet like you always have and always will, and the exercise will do you good and toughen your bare feet better. Don't ever doubt yourself again." I think that really turned her on, my saying that. She agreed. She's just used to being around the water, sitting in a boat and swimming her whole life. Not much used to standing, let alone walking and running on her always bare feet. She's decided to start running everywhere more often on her always bare feet, to keep on improving her form. And even at night, as she always does just fine. Like Mom and me, and all of our always barefoot girlfriends and a few guys we know who are likewise always barefoot. We realized she needs to start soaking up her bare feet in herbal tea to strengthen her perpetually bare soles to help manage these longer, tougher, more challenging walks we'll take from now on. It's fun making tea again. Haven't since I lived with Barefoot Lady Jane. Barefoot Zaina really enjoyed going barefoot again on the walk home tonight, since barefooting always feels good to her, so she will always be going out barefoot from now on, she's saying, she'll always be barefoot no matter what we do, so that's all and good. She's slim down, looks great nude and properly full-body Brazilian waxed, she'll always be going more confidently on her always bare feet just like I always do from now on, and she listens to me. Can't ask for much more than that. When that rain got really intense, we jumped up and we hightailed it for some blocks over to Mom's house, which was really cool because it was a different direction than I'm used to taking. Barefooting up and down the rainy streets to keep our bearings made it great. I was raised in a rain forest, after all, so getting wet and running nude on my always bare feet in the rain felt really good to me. Barefoot Zaina got to shivering by the end, though. I told her to suck it up, we were almost there. We were soaked and Barefoot Zaina was freezing, but loving every minute of it. Mom tried to make a big deal of it. I said Barefoot Zaina was fine. She just needed a hot shower. She's doing that now, while I'm brewing up essential tea therapy. We're going to bathe Barefoot Zaina's typically dirty bare feet clean tonight and have her soak them in this tea to firm them up for some good solid barefoot exercise we'll start having tomorrow, since you know the Barefoot Ideal is important in life. Mom says she's proud of me for taking such good care of Barefoot Zaina. That's cool. Anyway. Krewe of Barefoot Aphrodite's coming on the 24th. That's the one we're pitching in on. Should be a blast. Catch you later, Dad. Barefoot Tefé."


It's good to see Barefoot Tefé make so much of one night.
My barefoot little one deserves all the happiness in the world!


Next:
The Calm Before The Storm.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/calm-before-storm.html

There's A Parade Tonight.

Barefoot Tefé.
The Most Beautiful Barefoot Party Girl.

Barefoot Tefé is going to watch a Mardi Gras parade in West Houma later this evening. The "Krewe of Hercules", I believe it is called. She is going to the festival by herself this time although she may meet some of her naturist friends. She'll have a lot of fun. It's good to know she is starting to fit in with other people. This is a happy time! I'm most excited for her. She is beautiful in her nude body jewelry. Her lovely bare breasts are growing as quickly as her self-esteem. Being truly happy and being herself is the most important thing of all.


Next:
Another Rainy Night.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-rainy-night.html

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Barefoot Suzy's Strength!

My Dearest Barefoot Lady Friend and Partner In The Green World...

The Barefoot Black Orchid returned to the swamp today.
Barefoot Suzy talked to me for a very long time. There is a great deal of wisdom she has learned from her recent experiences. She will continue her relationship with Blue Devil, but distance herself from any emotional attachments with him. She thinks dating others will be appropriate as well. For now she is happy to try new things and engage in simpler endeavors. Such as this nude postcard image which she recently modeled. Her self described "control freak" days are now behind her, she says proudly. She will now be more open and relaxed to other people. She won't try so hard to attempt to change things for the better. She only hurt or isolated herself by doing that, no matter extravagant the payoff of her past successes, she states it was not worth it in the long run. Her strength and sheer will power can now be channeled in more natural ways. Barefoot Suzy is the third and final Barefoot Black Orchid, but she will not let that fact cause her to lose her perspective and balance. Perhaps we can all learn something from this. I know I certainly have. It's good to see her come home. If only for a little while.


Next:
There's A Parade Tonight.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/theres-parade-tonight.html

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

The Barefoot Black Orchid's Broken Heart.

More Chicanery From Drunken Detective Chimp...

Was Blue Devil and the Barefoot Black Orchid's relationship doomed from the start? Is Detective Chimp to blame? I do not know what to think, but here is what I am being led to believe in the matter thus far:


re: The Chimp Who Can Solve All Your Problems wrote:

"Looks like we're even, salad for brains. You really messed up with that whole Grotto fiasco with Grodd last weekend. But lucky for you, I'm not one to hold grudges. Still, your purple barefoot lady sidekick's in a bad way. Here's the scoop: Yesterday, I was hiding under a table in the back of the Oblivion Bar with my secret stash, the kind of serious crap Nightmaster don't want in his place. I was minding my own business when Barefoot Enchantress, Barefoot Lady Nightshade, and the Barefoot Black Orchid come over and sit down at my table, not seeing me hiding under there. Those barefoot girls. Forcing me to wait for them to leave. The nerve of them. Barefoot Purple Girl tells Barefoot Goth Chick and the old Barefoot Wicked Witch of the West that she's got herself some man problems. Barefoot Sexy Suzydelicious thinks her Big Boy Blue's been skipping out on her and getting it on with hot barefoot demon babes. Yeah! Like we didn't see that one coming. Anyway, after waiting too long for my tastes, the barefoot chicks finally get done chattering. They get up and walk out. Your flighty flowery barefoot girlfriend completely convinced her man's gonna be faithful, or they'll all deal with it in turn. Good. The open jealousy was getting on my nerves. If I wanted to hear shrill whining and groaning, I'd go back to the jungle. Damn hangovers. Make me feel like a safari jeep trail roadkill. Which, let me tell you, ain't pretty. I looked over the dough I borrowed out of Barefoot Nightshade's purse. Then looking up when the front door opened, I saw this awesomely blazing hot demon escort barefoot chick comes striding in the door. I was almost struck blind. Real hot barefoot babe, if I didn't prefer 'em shorter, hairier, and with more of a sloped brow. She gives Blue Devil the eye as she walks past. He smiles at the hot barefoot chick, but musclehead makes no move. Boring. She orders a drink at the bar and sits down at a table to wait for it to be mixed. I hop into the booth with her. She don't carry on with chimps, she says. I point over to the big bouncer and ask what about him? She likes him. I give her some of my cash, enough to please her. I say Blue Boy needs a hug, maybe a kiss. The Barefoot Hottie from Hell says she'll do better than that! Next thing I know, there they are, doing it on one of the tables in the back. Rook runs over asks what Blue Devil thinks he's doing. At least Barefoot Orchid Girl was more discreet in making the first move on her man. Then, the moment of truth. Barefoot Suzy's back for her next shift. She ain't happy. Barefoot Suzy shoves her boss aside and takes a look for herself. Devil would be beside himself, if he didn't have that hellaciously gorgeous piece of work giving him the business. I got my money's worth, even if I wasn't the one getting the service. Everybody's waiting for the smackdown. Barefoot Black Orchid vs Blue Devil: the final match. After it's over, they'll kiss and make up, get engaged and be hitched. No more silly jealousy woes. Doesn't happen. Barefoot Suzy says it's over, she hates him, she quits her job. Maybe she'll come back someday, maybe not. She walks out proudly, with her dignity. Now that's something every good nude barefoot purple chick should be able to do. Very classy barefoot lady. Better composure than I gave her credit for. This time, Blue Boy's the one who's upset. He asks how did this happen? Hell's hottest barefoot hooker tries to point me out, but she don't see me and goes quiet. How I hate having to hide under tables all day! So, where's your slighted sidekick now, you ask? On her way to see you, is my best guess. I tried to fix things between Devil and Barefoot Orchid, but sometimes it don't work out. That's life for you. If you need another favor just call. I'll be here. No, maybe not. Barefoot Nightshade's coming. She looks mad. Better run. Great talking to you. Chimp."


Barefoot Suzy has my every sympathy and respect. I hope to see her soon, for I will give the Barefoot Black Orchid my regards and full support. My trust and faith in Detective Chimp however, has most assuredly expired.


Next:
Barefoot Suzy's Strength!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/suzys-strength.html

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

A Quiet, Peaceful Day It Was...

Valentine's day was just the way we wanted it, my beautiful barefoot wife, Barefoot Abby and I went swimming, made love, and we spoke sweetly. The main feature of our day was my home. The swamp.

I will let it speak for itself:

Morning.


Afternoon.


Evening.


Impressive, isn't it?


Next:
The Barefoot Black Orchid's Broken Heart.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/black-orchids-broken-heart.html

Valentine's Day.

Love Is Where The Swamp Is!

I went over to Barefoot Abby's house this morning and knocked on the door. Romantically, I swept Barefoot Abby off her always bare feet and carried her lovingly outside. She was gorgeous in her nude body jewelry. I kindly asked our barefoot daughter, Barefoot Tefé who smiled charmingly and was casually nude and every bit as lovely as her beautiful barefoot mother, to please close the door behind us and continue eating her breakfast breads and salad. Barefoot Tefé was delighted to see me taking her barefoot mother away for the day for our private celebration. I carried Barefoot Abby out to our familiar haunts, marched her gently down a nice barefoot hiker's friendly trail, she was as yet unfamiliar with. A little muddy for the walking, but of course she always enjoys that. I took her into my arms again and covered her eyes with a blindfolding vine. She asked what the big surprise was. She would soon see for herself.

Barefoot Abby was astonished at the sight of our new gazebo in the clearing. She literally screamed with glee. The roses surrounding it shone brightly in the sunlight. It's not much, but it's all ours. We kissed. I have the feeling this is going to be a most memorable day.


Next:
A Quiet, Peaceful Day It Was...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/quiet-peaceful-day-it-was.html

Monday, February 13, 2006

Barefoot Tefé's Troubles.

A Young Barefoot Female Soul In Angst.

Barefoot Tefé is crying. She is very troubled and has hurt feelings tonight. Barefoot Tefé wants to move away with Barefoot Zaina, so the barefoot girls can be a strong couple like the barefoot lesbian women Barefoot Liz and Barefoot Barb. She wants to get away from the influence of Barefoot Abby and start a life of her own yet again. Barefoot Tefé wants Barefoot Abby and myself to admit she is right first and foremost. To accept her decision without question this time. What to do? It seems unfair to her that she must now complete her teenage years a second time, after the exhaustively premature experiences she has had, but we fear she is unprepared for whatever might come. Barefoot Abby wants Barefoot Tefé to finish school and graduate, even though the choice to continue remains Barefoot Tefé's own. We cannot make this decision for her, although her skipping school has made it increasingly difficult. I wish my barefoot little one could be more patient and secure. The barefoot girl is her own young barefoot woman now. I want to console my beautiful barefoot daughter, but I don't know what will make her happy now anymore. I will try to help Barefoot Tefé to get out of her troubles in any way that I can. But for now, I simply don't know what I can do. It seems a shame to say it, but give me monsters and hell over this feeling of utter helplessness any night.


Next:
Valentine's Day.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day.html

The Lovely Barefoot Liz Tremayne.

A Charming Barefoot Lesbian Couple.

Barefoot Liz Tremayne. Her very name brings back memories.
She was one of the first people to help me during those early years.
It's wonderful to know she still cares and is willing to stay in touch:


re: Barefoot Elizabeth Tremayne wrote:

"Hi, Alec. It's been a long time. Barefoot Abby and I have already talked via e-mail and it's been great. I owe her so much. I'll never forget how Chester and Barefoot Abby helped me to get my life back on track. Life has been good to me these past few years. My sweetheart Barefoot Barbie and I have gone the distance enterprising our respective careers, here in Portland, and we plan to keep going. I'm thinking of going back to television, reviving my In-Depth Magazine program, I'm not sure if I'm ready just yet. My books still sell pretty well, but not in the record numbers of years past. Still, I'm doing well enough. I'm so happy you've made such progress! This this a time we can all be thankful for. You mean the world to me. You really do. I wish you all the best. Stay well, Barefoot Liz."

I'm too choked up to think clearly, so I'll let Barefoot Tefé close with her comment about another message she received from Barefoot Liz.


re: Barefoot Tefé Holland wrote:

"An e-mail just came in for me from some foxy older barefoot lady named Barefoot Liz Tremayne. Is she that same friend of yours and Mom's from before I was born? Anyway, if she is, then she's awesome and she's a barefoot lesbian. I totally think we should meet. It would be really cool for me to have an barefoot aunt like her around. Think about it, okay? See you around, Dad. Barefoot Tefé."


Meeting with Barefoot Liz in person again is a pleasant thought. Perhaps someday it may be possible...


Next:
Barefoot Tefé's Troubles.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/tefs-troubles.html

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Gorilla Grodd!

Damn This Dirty Ape.

Last evening, the Shadowpact camped out in Benson's Swamp.
The Barefoot Lady Nightshade struggled with Detective Chimp over a canteen he was favoring, convinced that it was filled with booze instead of water. The Chimp persisted it wasn't, he claimed he was just thirsty. Perturbed, Barefoot Lady Nightshade seized the flask from the talking ape. She threw it into the camp fire. Sure enough, it exploded: bowling everyone over in unison, most uncomfortably. Most tremendously it was a shock to everyone present here, to be sure. We put out the wild fires it started, lay all blame in the matter completely aside, and carried on. It was rather worrysome the Chimp was probably most drunk again, meaning we would have to wait for him to sober up before administering the healing waters. Ragman was convinced there was somebody following us, from some distance. I sensed it too, but could see nothing. Soon, as we reached the site, there was the problem that would occupy us for the next few hours: Gorilla Grodd and his ape troops. They wanted the secret location of the Grotto as well. As is often the case, attempts at peaceful negotiations failed. The Gorilla Army attacked. We fought back. There was a brief but memorable battle, in that the enemy fell in a complete rout with no casualties or any genuine harm. But Grodd persisted this matter was not finished. He would continue to spy on us and take what he wanted after we were gone. This was something I could not allow. I entered the Green, determined to bring the source of the spring temporarily to our present location, then divert it back, rendering it inaccessible thereafter. This proved relatively easier than I'd estimated. However, the plan backfired horribly. The Chimp was unable to drink, as a sinkhole came into place. The Shadowpact levitated to safety at higher ground. Sadly, the effort has proven useless, as my hasteful attempt at a solution thwarted not only our enemy, but ourselves as well. I have returned to Louisiana, having bid my new friends farewell. It was a most bittersweet interaction. One that I shall remember for some time to come. The Chimp will have to settle his own substance abuse problems for himself. Let us hope he will eventually rehabilitate. Perhaps the Shadowpact will find another solution that will produce more favorable results.


Next:
The Lovely Barefoot Liz Tremayne.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/lovely-liz-tremayne.html

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Everglades Expedition With The Shadowpact.

Another Adventure. Here We Go Again!

What an eventful weekend this is turning out to be. The Shadowpact and I have journeyed to the Florida Everglades in search of the lost remains of the Grotto of Eternal Life. The Nightmaster, the Ragman, the Barefoot Enchantress, the Barefoot Lady Nightshade, and Detective Chimp are at my side as I begin to guide them on our trek. Blue Devil hasn't accompanied the group at this time for reasons that should be more or less obvious. Let's hope so, for the Barefoot Black Orchid's sake. The group's means of teleportation is quite remarkable. I did not have to travel in the Green, I am even still carrying my laptop, thus enabling me to post these new entries. We are not far from the site, just thought I'd check in before setting out. The Chimp is becoming excited and most impatient. He's swinging in the trees, wants us to get a move on. He must have his drink of the eternal waters, lest he desire an unhealthy beverage of a different source, once more... Now it's time for us to be moving again. It's my sincerest hope we'll be successful in our quest tomorrow.
Next stop: Benson's Swamp!


Next:
Gorilla Grodd!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/gorilla-grodd.html

Friday, February 10, 2006

Barefoot Tefé's Tavern Lounge Triumph!

Barefoot Tefé's First Mud Wrestling Night!
Yes. That's My Barefoot Girl...

Barefoot Tefé is starting to find herself really well. Her barefoot girlfriends in the local youth barefoot lesbian community are coming together to enhance their interests. Her favorite sport now seems to be mud wrestling. If this is the case and it is keeping her entertained and experienced, I most heartily approve. Barefoot Tefé loves the mud, obviously. She always wanted to do this with her barefoot girlfriends.


re: Barefoot Tefé Holland wrote:

"Dad! I had a blast tonight. We Nude Bon Temps Lesbos Barefoot Girls finally got our act together and had ourselves a good old fashioned epic 4-hour nude mudwrestling match [my idea] and a group shower! Okay, it's clay and not real mud, more a mix of stuff to get that luscious wet sticky marshy muddy feeling, you know? It's more beautiful than real mud too. We loved it! The thunderstorm outside made it all the more fun when we got started. See how lit up I was at the start of round two? That was a lightning flash brighting up at the window. This new pic of me is now one of my favorites. I so rock! I've never been vain, but I think I'm gonna start. We've been laying down our cash together so long we even made tonight a competition. And guess who won? Guess! Barefoot Zaina won the whole deal, that's who! She was needing those dollars too, so I'm glad. She's so damned hot. I'm not kidding you. She had fun."

"See? The sexy mud bath/dunking makes her look even better!
I loved Barefoot Zaina's priceless reaction when she experienced the thrill of getting her face all good and muddy for the very first time, and her big ol' boobs and sexy cornrow braided locks looked great all gunged over and slinging mud. Once she got her game on, she got into it real fast and she won. Tonight was so much damn fun! I just finished showering off with all the other barefoot girls. Barefoot Zaina got clean and left first. I can leave whenever I want to, but I wanted to send you this. Crap! Look at the time. Well, I'm cleaned up, I have to get out of here. Mom must be going nuts at home. Promised her I wouldn't stay out too late tonight. Wish we had a stupid phone here. I forgot Mom's e-mail address, better go. It's dark out. Better head out in the night, slap some pavement and dirt trails with these barefoot toes of mine and get my nude butt home. It's not far. I'll take a safe route. Promise. Perception is reality, after all. I'm already making good time. After getting all muddy and taking a hot shower, getting outside nude wet and running on my always bare feet in this cool night air feels great. Gotta pick up the pace!

I'm so out of here. Gotta run. I'll be here tomorrow to work on the Mardi Gras stuff. It's pretty cool. Talk to you later, Barefoot Tefé."


Ah, Barefoot Tefé. Such fun she's having! It's good to know that Barefoot Tefé's well-being is in such good hands and doing well for herself. Especially now that business with Detective Chimp might take me out of the state for the weekend. I am feeling much more confident. Things are looking up for the Holland family.


Next:
Everglades Expedition With The Shadowpact.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/everglades-expedition-with-shadowpact.html

Monkey Business.


In my time, I'm encountered every sort of entity or creature imaginable. Or so I believed.
Now, having received e-mail correspondance from Detective Chimp,
I can safely say that I have now seen virtually... everything.


re: The Chimp Who Can Solve All Your Problems wrote:

"You lose something, pal? That nude purple hot barefoot chick of yours has really been stirring things up at the Oblivion Bar, and I figured an update was due. About yesterday afternoon, the Barefoot Black Orchid comes in, and the place gets real quiet. Not that her attire [and I do mean the total lack thereof] would give anybody any real pause. But there she was, and it happened. It seemed like the only one in the place not in the know about the nude barefoot flower pod girl not being so rich and influential anymore, was now the target she's been slumming up time to stalk: the bouncer boy of the place himself, bashful Blue Devil. Now you see, the Barefoot Purple Girl walks in with a chip on her naked shoulder the size of Gotham. She gave the bartender the look of death, saying she was taking that nude waitressing job. Rook told Little Barefoot Miss Ultraviolet the position was already filled. If looks could kill, and believe me, sometimes they do-- then old Nightmaster would be dead on the floor and I'd be stuck looking for Shadowpact a new leader! Rook shuts up and starts being more agreeable all of a sudden. Pheromones, I figure. Good thing I'm immune. I get enough troubles regularly out of Mr. Brownstone. Before I turn around twice, here's the Pretty Nude Purple Barefoot Lady Petunia from Pasadena serving me the next round of drinks, the regular hot barefoot chick having suffered a sudden layoff. Times are tough. You'd think that would be the end of it, but no. First break comes. Barefoot Orchid shoves Devil into a closet and jumps him. Kinky. He's all into it. Good for him. Second shift break, more of the same. Third times the charmer. He figures out she's a little too hard on, when they make some noise, and tells her to blow and take a cold shower. Not so good. Barefoot Suzy-Girl blows her top. Why don't he love her? Where's the respect? Give a barefoot girl a break? He asks her if she left her brain at home. She grabs him, tries to kiss him in front of everyone. He shoves her off. She's pissed. She pastes him a good one in the mug, right between the horns and that lovetap sends him flying through a wall. I hear porcelain shatter. Pipes break. Water's spilling. Great. They got the men's room. Where else am I going to find a place with crappers that accomodate chimps? I'm smart, but I'm not that good. Back to the story, Devil don't bother to get up. Tells her to get out. She starts to say she's sorry, then she jumps and flies away. Sad to see the cookie crumble like that. Didn't see either of them at Metamorpho's birthday bash last night. No idea where they went off to, but I can hazard a guess. Today, things are different. Place is fixed, big surprise, and what's more blue and purple are looking like an item. She's perky and relaxed, and he's more smooth than I've seen him. Don't know what happened in-between. I can investigate, but you got to throw me a banana. Here's the catch: I look into this, make sure it's legit and stays pleasant for them. You help me out on my thing. Namely securing me another gulp of 'Grotto of Eternal Life' water to get me off these vices. I don't really enjoy having human addictions. They can kill me too, y'know. Yes, I know it's buried, so do you. You were there, when those idiots in construction dynamited a pile of boulders down a cliff right onto it and covered it up back in summer of ' 75. Dig it up, get me a spring water bottleful. Should be enough. And I make sure your nude purple barefoot lady sidekick don't blow her shot at the big romance with the guy with the horns. Sound fair enough? Now, don't drop this. Get back to me, and have a good one. Chimp."


Well, this situation is startling, to say the least. I will report again, as more of this comes to light.


Next:
Barefoot Tefé's Tavern Lounge Triumph!
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/tefs-tavern-lounge-triumph.html

Thursday, February 09, 2006

The Barefoot Black Orchid's Obsession...

Is Barefoot Suzy Succumbing To Demonic Devotion?

The Barefoot Black Orchid paid me another visit this morning. She told me she's going to follow the Barefoot Wonder Woman's example, to step down and quietly resign from ever executing her mission. Perplexed, I asked what she is planning to do, then? Barefoot Suzy said she is going to take a nude waitressing position at the Oblivion Bar. She is going to do it because it will give her the opportunity to work alongside Blue Devil, who is the employed bouncer/enforcer of the place's owner, Nightmaster. The Barefoot Orchid professed her love for the Devil. Barefoot Suzy dreams about him. She can never get him off her mind. She says she wants to marry him, to be his barefoot wife, to always be at his side. What was once simple infatuation has grown into a full blown obsession. Barefoot Suzy asked if I was angry or disappointed in her. I merely said that I was surprised she could come to such a decision so quickly. I told her that we will always be friends, and that I wish her the very best. Then Barefoot Suzy said she had to leave soon, for she is to attend Metamorpho's birthday party tonight. Barefoot Suzy knows Blue Devil will also be there. She cannot wait to see him again.

I can't help but wonder how all of this will turn out. Barefoot Suzy has sold off everything she inherited from her barefoot sister, the second Barefoot Black Orchid, in addition to all that she has subsequently worked for and earned. All the stock to her company, her houses, her gardens, her jungles, her islands, everything she owned is no longer hers, as of today. The huge amount of proceeds have been sent on to various environmental charities and special programs. Now, she has nothing but her hope for the devotion of a man whose reputation is questionable at best. How will the Blue Devil react to all of this? What if she has gotten this wrong? Will he come to reject her in favor of his lifestyle as a player? Is this all a huge mistake on Barefoot Suzy's part? Is she to regret doing this? Whatever happens, I will be there for her, if she should need me. What I think is this: The Barefoot Orchid has given the Devil his due. But will he do the same in return?

Somehow, I sincerely doubt this will turn out at all well.
And a tender hybrid heart will break! Poor Barefoot Suzy...


Next:
Monkey Business.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/monkey-business.html

An Engagement of Gothamites.

Will Dick Grayson And Barefoot Barbara Gordon Tie The Knot?

Barefoot Abby informed me of some splendid news this morning. Yesterday evening, during a rendevous at an airport outside of Gotham City, one ex-police officer and former carnival owner Richard Grayson [adopted ward of millionaire businessman Bruce Wayne] and computer software designer Barefoot Barbara Gordon [barefoot daughter of retired police commissioner James Gordon] were engaged to be married, after several years of setbacks in their relationship. While Barefoot Abby has never met Grayson, she remembers Barefoot Barbara fondly. They were first introduced by then-Commissioner Gordon. Later, after a tragic shooting which left Barefoot Barbara a parapalegic, Barefoot Abby spent a month working in Gotham General as Barefoot Barbara's nude watsu massage underwater aquatic physical therapist. These early extensive gymnastic swimming exercises by the barefoot women were a valiant, yet forelorn effort. As Barefoot Barbara studied the situation, she decided it futile, and opted for a monthly leg muscle electrostimulation program instead, if only to prevent atrophy. Still, a friendship was forged, although the beautiful barefoot women have been out of touch for quite some time until now. Barefoot Barbara's rather wealthy and well off now, running a successful software network business chain, which designed my laptop and made this blog possible. Although she remains in a wheelchair, her health and well-being have improved tremendously. She has movement in her barefoot toes also, only after a experiencing a medical emergency last summer. All of this news excites Barefoot Abby to no end, and she cannot await the issuing of her invitation to the as-yet-unscheduled wedding. Of course I will not attend myself, as there is no seeming tie to the superhero community here. However, I will send some beautiful flowers along with Barefoot Abby to the celebration. Grayson has some unfinished business of an undisclosed nature first, but it should be wrapped up soon, allowing a date for the ceremony. It warms my heart to see such bliss, following the chaos that has taken place in Gotham and Bludhaven. There is indeed life after crisis. I wish this striking, unique couple the best of happiness.


Next:
The Barefoot Black Orchid's Obsession...
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/orchids-obsession.html

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

The Barefoot Wonder Woman, A Beautiful Barefoot Amazon Princess In Need of Our Friendship and Hope.


Barefoot Abby was visited by Barefoot Diana, the beautiful
Barefoot Amazon Princess of Themyscira this morning.
Just as Constantine had predicted.


re: Barefoot Abigail Arcane-Cable-Holland wrote:

"The Barefoot Wonder Woman was just here! Barefoot Diana got here just after Barefoot Tefé had left for school. I was outside, just sitting there nude, meditating and attending to my gardening. The first time I looked up, there she was. She stood so strong and tall in her one-piece costume, standing firmly on her always bare feet, right on my front porch! She didn't see me and was about to knock. I took this shot of her with my digital camera. She almost bolted, seemed ready to fly off. She looked really nervous and confused for some reason. I asked if I could help her. She asked for my permission to visit you. I offered to take her straight to you, but she said she changed her mind. I begged her to come inside so we could talk. She told me she knew about my line of work and felt comfortable talking with me. It was really nice to see her nude for a while. What a fit statuesque body she has! No tan lines at all from under her sexy little costume, so she must spend all of her free time nude in the sun. All the lingering scars on her skin from her last battle with the OMACs were healing and disappearing before my eyes. She didn't need any medical treatment at all. Now that's impressive. Pleased to see she was okay, I asked to take another picture. She nodded approvingly.
"Hola! Blessings, barefoot sister.", she said, as I took her picture.

Isn't she lovely? A sentimental nude-shot keepsake is always so nice! As for her well-being, I took good care of her. First I bathed her always bare feet, then I washed her dark hair and slicked it all back nice and neat with botanical conditioners, and I provided her a full nude body massage to help her feel more relaxed. She couldn't thank me enough! We went outside and did some yoga. It started to rain, and it felt good, so we sat in lotus-position and meditated. The cold rain showered gently over our relaxed nude feminine bodies. Once she relaxed completely, she stroked back her dark wet glossy-slick hair, she shifted and spread out her fingers and her always-barefoot toes in the wet grass, and she started to openly tell me of her problems. Barefoot Diana confessed to her guilt in the manslaughter of Maxwell Lord. She explained Superman's involvement, how the only way to save him was to kill Max Lord. She had no other choice. And then there's the matter of Brother Eye and its OMAC creatures. The Olympians took Themyscira the Paradise Island away to save the Barefoot Amazon race. Now Barefoot Diana's the only one we have left. Without the Justice League, she has nobody left she could turn to. Not really. We held hands and commiserated for a bit. She said I'm as brave in the face of danger as she is. Me! As if I could ever have that kind of courage. I really wish she had been willing to see you, but she didn't want to face the temptation of taking advantage, by asking for your help. She swears she will end this Crisis without outside assistance, even if she has to do it alone. We held hands, walked out by the water, and we went swimming together. I begged her to stay with me, to reconsider. She smiled at me, thanked me for my kindness, and we went back to the house. She put back on her skimpy outfit, tiara, and magic lasso. It was time for her to go.

She has other places to be, to prepare for her ordeal, whatever it may be. I gave her a sack with some apples, oranges and grapes for her trip. Barefoot Diana blessed me, kissed me on the forehead and told me to have faith as she was about to soar off into the sky. I told her to do the same. There's a lot more, but that's all the gist of it. She needs help, Alec. What do we do? Love, Barefoot Abby."


There's not a great deal we can do for the Barefoot Wonder Woman
at the moment. I will stand with Barefoot Diana should the imminent
need arise and help her through this, if possible, I promise you that.


Next:
An Engagement of Gothamites.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/engagement-of-gothamites.html

Constantine. Always The Same.

Speak Of The Devil...

I have an e-mail from John Constantine last night that speaks plainly for itself:


re: Hellblazer John, the F-'ing Ex-Con wrote:

"Hullo, Chief. Gone and nicked yourself your very own weblog. Eh? Very 21st Century of you, by your sodden-offed cobblers. Right. You just might be the hit of the hinterlands yet. Just to give you a ring-up, I'm well on the mend from the wretched taking from me of my barefoot sis, Barefoot Cheryl. Still hurts, when I'm not looking, though. Bloody nice of you, to drop by those flowers for her arrangements last month. They're still blooming full, bye-the-bye. You and Barefoot Abby haven't been giving my barefoot girl, Barefoot Tefé a hard time, now have you? She's well past the tough love stage, so wise up and buy the little sitting puppet barefoot empress her pony. Now about this Infinite Crisis business, shut up and listen: take your bollocks elsewhere, it's not worth it. Not for you, mate. I've turned my back on magic, seeing as how the ninth age was about to finish up shop anyhow. So I'll be of no help to you if you get in over your head again. Don't hold this whole Barefoot Jade thing against Alex, too much. Let your hero friends handle it. Just them. Do a bloke a favour, and stick with the programme. Strewth! Listen to convincing John for once. Eh? I'm on the level here, no tricks. Well, I'm off to Glasgow to see what business my new barefoot girl friday, Barefoot Denise Mina has in store for the chronicling. Should be a relaxing trip, no headaches. Whups! Sorry, Barefoot Abby if you're even bothering to read this. If a certain AWOL Barefoot Themysciran Amazon fugitive from the Hague comes your way, give the good Barefoot Madame Ambassador a fine pat on the back for offing that righteously misguided used car salesman. Had it coming, he did. Well, old spinich. I stuck it in long enough, time to break it off, for now. Jolly good talking to you this way. Yours and whatever, John."


I will say this for the man:
He certainly has a way with words...


Next:
The Barefoot Wonder Woman, A Beautiful Barefoot Amazon Princess In Need of Our Friendship and Hope.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/wonder-woman-amazon-in-need-of-our.html

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

The Dire Threat of OMAC Attacks.

Is Brother Eye Watching You?

Barefoot Abby and I encountered our first OMAC today, around 10:00 A.M. this morning. Congregations of them have been in migration north, from their mass siege of Themyscira, the now vanished Barefoot Amazon Nation of Paradise Island in the Bermuda Triangle. Now, more of the OMACs are crossing over the Gulf, rather than to the east, as in their earlier, swifter flight. The OMAC in question landed in our general proximity in the glades. It began an examination process which I have recorded on my laptop:

"TARGET ACCQUIRED:
BEGIN FILE PROGRAM-DELTA/APEX .6/9284.2KDJG.QRL_EXECUTE_
SCAN COMPLETE. SUBJECT:///ALPHA-TEN.codex.///ELEMENTAL-FILE-PRIORITYFILES/ALPHA:::://SWAMP THING_ SCAN COMPLETE. -PENDING RESULTS: NEGATIVE. THREAT ACCESSMENT: MARGINAL. RESUME OVERRIDE PROTOCOL. ENGAGED."

The OMAC didn't attack, as I feared that it would begin a systematic assault, for this would endanger Barefoot Abby. It merely ran its program of my status and departed at the tail of its squadron. Barefoot Abby had lowered her beautiful nude body beneath the pond water in which she was swimming, but she now emerged, unafraid. She seemed only a little phased at this situation, and merely asked, "Alec? What was that thing?" as she raised her head up from under the water where she had attempted to hide. I explained to her it was a cybernetic organism, half human and part machine. A person infected by nanotechnology and rendered as less than human, part of a collective to a master spy satellite called Brother Eye. I told her there is no certain way to stop them, just yet. The entailing dangers to all parties concerned are just too great. Barefoot Abby stroked her wet slicked-back fine white hair, drew her slim beautiful nude body closer to me, and she complained that the world was dangerous enough as it was. With the existence of OMAC technology, the danger grows exponentially. Something must be done to resolve this situation, but what? I must do whatever it takes to protect my family from this threat, and my world.


Next:
Constantine. Always The Same.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/constantine-always-same.html

Barefoot Abby's Recovery Is Complete.

Always Wonderful Beautiful Barefoot Abby...

To my great relief, Barefoot Abby is coming home to Houma today from her stay at Metairie Chiropratic for her suffering of a stess-induced intense migraine due to rigorous work hours overextension.
She sent me an e-mail, informing me that her progress is complete and she will be arriving soon:


re: Barefoot Abigail Arcane-Cable-Holland wrote:

"Dear Alec, I'm doing fine and I'll be coming home today. The head and neck massage therapy I've been getting has been wonderful. As you can see from the pic I've sent you, I've been swimming today! Good workouts in the water clear your head of pressure if you use the right technique. It's a good thing I take such good care of myself. It's National Barefoot Girls And Barefoot Women In Sports Day, after all. Taking in the right foods and dietary supliments, living well always barefoot all year-around, regularly meditating, excercising, and sleeping well. Because staying fit helps me out in my self-healing you understand. Nice nude swim today. Felt great. Received some nice compliments about my fine white hair, my sleek forehead, my lean slim nude figure and all my stylish nude body jewelry. I inspired all the other barefoot ladies I've converted to naturism. Now they're all perfectly Brazilian-waxed and will just go outside and tan nude and swim au-naturel whenever they want. Good for them! Our Louisiana nude recreation spas can never have enough affiliates, so I'm proud to say Metairie is joining our spas! After all, it's taken me years to win over Houma as a naturist destination, so it's good to make such a good dent in Metairie this week. And speaking of all the nice barefoot ladies I've met here... They say I'm charismatic and smart, and I should start my own nude family health club. Well, maybe someday. I work hard enough managing all my naturist resort's salons, pools, and spas already! But you know, I'm really sorry about this. Hope I didn't worry you. At 50 years of age, do I look that old? I know better than to put in such ridiculous hours of work, but the place I work at is understaffed. That's the problem. When any everyday barefoot woman who's been taken serious advantage of, or brutally beaten and raped, is ready to talk, you have to listen to her. Listening, caring, responding--makes all the difference. No matter how long it takes or how stressful it is. I know now that I can't do all the work myself. I'll start up a recruitment drive or something if I have to, I don't know yet. I'm just sorry it came to this. I know Barefoot Tefé is really steamed at me right now for putting her off the other night. I'm sorry. I had no right to do that. But I'll make it up to her somehow, I promise. I'm just glad you have her back in the water, swimming and diving all the time again. That's good for her. Anyway, I'm coming home and things will get better for us. Good news is, I'm on vacation with pay (though some of it's already been deducted to take care of my M.C. treatment). I report back to work the night shift on March 1st. With some luck, that night will be peaceful enough for me and I can just get back into the swing of things. I really hope so. For now, I'm just going to get some rest and try to concentrate on making us happy. Hope you're having fun with your new laptop. It must be a mess by now, you having it outdoors all the time, on you or inside you. I'll clean it up for you when I get back. Just try not to lose it, okay? And don't break the digital camera. I'll ride my bicycle as fast as my always bare feet can pedal, lock it up at the house, then I'll hit the nude hiker's trail and come running out on my always bare feet to the lake to be with you, before you know it. Can't wait to be back in your arms again, out there swimming in the bayou, just nude and free-spirited, making love to you! It'll be just like the good old days. I'll be loving you for the rest of my life. Love, Barefoot Abby."


There is no one in this world like my beaufiful barefoot wife, Barefoot Abby. She's so caring and sweet. I am blessed to have her as my barefoot lady soulmate.


Next:
The Dire Threat of OMAC Attacks.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/dire-threat-of-omac-attacks.html

Monday, February 06, 2006

The Barefoot Black Orchid: Up For Shadowpact Membership?

Will Barefoot Suzy Join The 'Pact?

Barefoot Suzy e-mailed me this morning with some exciting news:


re: Barefoot Susan Linden-Thorne-Weems II wrote:

"The Shadowpact visited me in my own home last night, here at the Costa Rica Flamingo Hotel in Panama Beach!"
"The Nightmaster, the Barefoot Lady Nightshade, the Barefoot Enchantress, Ragman, Blue Devil, and Detective Chimp. They told me that I was one of their considerations for their seventh member, since Barefoot Black Alice declined to stay, and the Phantom Stranger has made himself scarce. I told them I'd be delighted to join. Our Totems and my Justice League of Barefoot Amazons associations have been some of the most meaningful experiences of my life. The Shadowpact could be the team I've been waiting for! Nightmaster said they are far from making a final decision, but my skills could be what they will need for future missions. The Chimp asked where the local bar was, and everyone left to find night clubs except Blue Devil. I asked him to stay. I find him so attractive. He's so well built, and oh, that voice! We conferenced over dinner together and talked for a while longer in the hot tub. One moment led into another, and overall, it was a lovely romantic night. We woke up this morning to find the drunken Detective Chimp lying in bed between us, smoking a cigarette, asking if it had been fun! Such rudeness. I had to intervene to prevent Devil from angrily choking the life out of the soused little primate. What a perfectly auspicious new chapter of my life this has become. Soon the Shadowpact set out to speak with additional candidates. So before he left with the group, I asked Blue Devil about our one night stand. He simply replied. 'Barefoot Baby, that's my scene.' Figures. Now I have that much more incentive to join, it would seem. No, basic instinct just isn't my style. Or is it?

This is rather embarrassing, but I'm the one feeling such compulsion. Bottom line: I'm on their chart, if not one of them. Yet. I can't think of a better compliment. I'll let you know if anything further develops. Sincerely with love, Barefoot Suzy."


Barefoot Tefé also received this message and she sent me feedback:

re: Barefoot Tefé Holland wrote:

"Holy shit, Dad! Did you see that wild get-off message from the Barefoot Black Orchid? Barefoot Suzy hit it on with Blue Devil, really! That's 20 different ways of Lost. I'd rather watch the nightly news of the Barefoot Wonder Woman killing Max Lord a hundred times with political commentary than see the Barefoot Orchid and the Devil together. You better hope she used some serious protection with this wannabe Hellboy. You have got to be glad I found my Barefoot Lesbian Wonder Twin. Ha-ha! Barefoot Zaina's the best for me. Later, Barefoot Tefé."


The Barefoot Black Orchid possibly joining the Shadowpact?
The Holland-Mind is racing at the notion.


Next:
Barefoot Abby's Recovery Is Complete.
http://swampthingblog.blogspot.com/2006/02/abbys-recovery-is-complete.html