The end comes when I want

Myshoes62! What a name. Since mid 2007 I have posted here shoes from all over the world. Good fun. So far. Now it's time to walk without shoes for a while and therefor: NOTHING new for you here now. If you really interested, go and cruise the blog skeleton.
There are posts from 2007, 2008, 2009 and of cause 2010. I made 95 labels, some in German, some in English. Pictures are always in English ;)

You find 507 pictures and even more shoes, lots of feet and a few tits etc. too, if you after that. Thank you 12 followers (one is me!). I am walking on my hands now for a while.
Yours
Johnbook

Photo: Johnbook on stage at the Bridport Art Center, Bridport, Dorset, UK, 2010

Have a swim with Dolores

Who does not dream of a dream holiday. With lots of dreams, dream before you wake up, dream for breakfast, keep on dreaming, lunchdream on the dreambeach, dream walks all afternoon and again dream on the dreambeach about last nights dream. Than comes evening dream dinner followed by a dream drink in your dream bar. Keep on dreaming for a week and the dream holidays are over and back with a nightmare dreamliner to the land without dreams. And Dolores is left behind in the land of dreaming. Who the fuck was Dolores?

Photo: Dream with Dolores, 2010

A photographer more in heaven

If a photographer dies, is he allowed to take his equipement up to heaven? Today was a big day for Rick, he got burried. As he was only two months younger then me ... ok, stop it! As Johnbook's sister said: "Immer lustig und vergnügt, bis der Arsch im Sarge liegt"!

Photo: George Hotel, Bridport, Dorset, UK, Rick's wake, 2010

Rat funeral on a grill

The rule says, if you see a rat, there are 10 others watching you. This little example huddles up at the grill underneath and pretends to be dead. Yes she did. I tried to talk to her, said all these things like, will be dark soon, mummy is waiting, no reaction. Rats can be very pigheaded. And pigs they say: If there is one pig, 100s are watching you. Well, they say aswell, pigs are very similar to humans. And if you see one human, there are 1000s watching you. I don't want this.

Foto: Dead rat, Bridport, Dorset, UK, 2010

TV is like athletic food (some papers like toilet paper too)

Just got from my German fellows the information, that some guys in Berlin / Germany have noticed, that shoes are helping (they hope so) to multiply the circulation of a paper called taz. What a name! How they do that read here

Foto: Television is like athletic food, UK, 2006

They are here and there

As the world needs always some avocation, today the media report about a soon release of some eviedence from NASA that there are Aliens "somewhere". Johnbook knows that already and took this photo between 1993 and 1997 in several places. The photo was confiscated by several goverments since than and only today the new platform on Amazone "shoeleaks" has past it to myshoes. How good is that? But the Aliens don't bother, as usual.

No sex appeal under the shoe

Shoes have no mothers, shoes have no fathers, shoes have no children, shoes are just on their own. Even a football team with 20 pair of soccer boots is not a family. Shoes are always lone fighter. In case there are two of them togehter, we call it a pair, these shoes don't know each other. Sometimes they even look different. But where do shoes come from? If they really not equipped with any sex appeal, how do they reproduce?

Foto: Hope & Anchor, Bridport, Dorset, UK, 2010