Natalie Charalambous

Man will eat itself

	She has a voice like a palliative angel and pongs of fresh lavender and roast dinners

Not only is Natalie Chara-la-la-lombous a bit of a tongue twister, and a bit easy on the ol' eyes, she has a voice like a palliative angel and pongs of fresh lavender and roast dinners. When mortal men are in her presence, the weak willed crumble pathetically at her flawless feet and beg her to end their eternal pain.

'Kill me, oh perfect one!' they shout. 'Kill me before this cherished moment doth cease and I return to my unvaried, insipid life of monotony and routine!''

'Kill me with your eyes and with your splendid chest for I art thou not good enough to be in your celestial presence!'

'Kill me gently or with knives of steel and rage. End my paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!'

And then, with one soft glance from her impeccable left eye, the torment is over. And Natalie Chara-lolly-lambous glides back into the cosmetic ether, like a swan through zero-gravity, looking for another X chromosome to inspire and destroy.

You're a wanton, hurtful, peerless beast, Lala-lily-lolly-lilo-lombous. Please resist this anatomic perfection, this cadavic utopia, before bloke armageddon begins.

Any more pictures like this, Ms Charlala-lilly-lolly-lilo-lambada-lombous, and MAN WILL EAT ITSELF.