There once was a man who had lived through the ages. He had been a builder, an artisan, a healer, a priest, a prophet, a warrior, and a sorcerer. At times he had been a slave. At others he was a tyrant. Magic fell and technology reigned, and then magic rose again, and still he persevered, ancient like the sand itself, driven through the years by his obsession for a perfect world.
– i hate this stupid fashion show. i feel like the incredible hulk up there next to a bunch of pretty little barbie dolls. boys don’t look at me the same way they look at kaylie or lauren. and i would just rather not sell tickets to it, okay? – payson, you are a strong, graceful young woman. and boys do notice you. – you’re my mom. you’re supposed to say that. – i see it here at the gym. i just think you don’t notice them. – sasha said i need to marry my beauty with my braun. i don’t even know what that means. – well, have you ever seen those women in other countries who carry their children on their backs, who are farming and building a home and they’re still just incredibly beautiful? some of those cultures celebrate those women like goddesses. what could be more sexy than the combination of strong and feminine?