(subtitle (outrageous, who subtitles anything these days):
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Hunger Ocassionally Makes Fools Of Us All, Tigger
It is as if the world contains a soft buzz and then the sudden and spontaneous joy of you unfolding grander than a grand piano, an entire orchestra playing the sweetest chord the flute purring the perfect line of melody over your hips and through the scent of your hair and in that single curve every ideal of beauty embodied) a still warm and alive creature whitch responds to touch in the tiniest detaillliteral electricity beneath your glowing skin and hairs rise and come alive and tickle and twitches his whiskers, hmm something alive this way comes through the dark jungle skipping red and joyous in her youth and unexpended energy, i shall become no more than a helpless old crone in a single bed and i will only bear my fangs after it has become impossible for her to resist and she offers me her throat,
14 responses so far ↓
gautami tripathy // May 7, 2008 at 9:42 pm
I suppose she will offer it. After you take on her throat, then what?
Bob // May 7, 2008 at 9:48 pm
Ah, the question is begged… to bite or to–
Chico Mahalo // May 7, 2008 at 10:54 pm
bravissimo…love the flow of this… Nosferatu would be proud…
Lakotaprincess // May 7, 2008 at 11:05 pm
~smiles and smiles and smiles~
Tina Trivett // May 8, 2008 at 12:42 am
Sensual and so vivid….love it.
ozymandiaz // May 8, 2008 at 2:13 am
Yea, I feel that way when I see her picture too
lissa // May 8, 2008 at 3:20 am
i loved this fairy tale. if i were to pick a favorite line, i would just put the whole prosepoemthingy in quotes. great job.
mariacristina // May 8, 2008 at 11:52 am
wow, i love that opening line. It moved me the same way as the image from another of your writings about everything being made of soil. It’s great to be hooked in like this. That first image runs through the whole piece. I imagine a woman unfolding herself in a samba dance - very sensuous. Anything Barazilian.
mariacristina // May 8, 2008 at 11:52 am
I meant to say that the first image moved me to the same extent, not in the same way at all.
hayat // May 8, 2008 at 11:22 pm
Wow! Feels like being sprayed by icy water right after a hot shower! Or maybe the other way around
cool, that is a nice comment, very perceptive lupedeloopwise, hello,
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harmonie22 // May 12, 2008 at 10:30 am
How did I miss commenting on this one? Very saucy.
Paul // May 12, 2008 at 7:12 pm
Woohoo, saucy hmmm, maybe a lemony vinagrette, yummy. haha lupedoloop i really should put a link to Mrs Erin O’Malley’s poem. Hi Peter and the Hare, is that your furry tail I see bouncing into the distance?
peterandthehare // May 13, 2008 at 5:15 am
those fairy tale blues again, dark, dark dark. Yes, it does have an oddly sensual quality. gingatao, you ARE saucy!
And I picked up on your game too. I acctually found it twice but had to go away. “Confusion” is my theme of the moment, in my life, in general. Therefore, you will perhaps see me appearing and disappearing, though you are something of a bedrock within this chaos, the minstrel who plays his piano in the simultaniously pretty and bleak corner, as baroque as it is simple.
Kudos.
You might be discovering “Australia” soon, thats all I will say.
Thanks Peter, ‘discovering “Australia”‘ hmmm,
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