tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38524602935026521272024-03-13T14:44:22.834-07:00The Vaggie TalesI.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852460293502652127.post-84148695065674207862010-10-01T11:02:00.000-07:002010-10-01T11:07:08.094-07:00Wisdom of a Japanese Shower Towel<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I don’t know that you love me</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I don’t know that you’ll call</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">All I know is…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I’m scrubbing with my Japanese shower towel.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It’s made out of nylon</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">There are grooves all over it</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And it smoothes and soothes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And takes out the dead in it.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I’m scrubbing hard in places I didn’t know I had.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Places with dead and sad.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I’m loving and caring now</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">With my Japanese Shower towel</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And who would miss me?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">With all those fun things to do</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And all those interesting people to meet</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I wouldn’t miss me, Why should you?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I scrub my face till its soft</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">My shoulders my back and my toes</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And that place you like to go?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Well, If only I could reach far enough…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And I don’t know that you love me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And I don’t know that you’ll call</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Only I’m scrubbing happily</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">With my Japanese shower towel</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">If only I could scrub my heart with my towel</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">It’s not cracked or broken</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Just hollowed out </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">Like a jack –o’- lantern</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">And I don’t know that you love me</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">I don’t know that you’ll call.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">All I know is…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:13.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">How soft and tender my inner thighs are.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->I.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852460293502652127.post-76759989593635364842010-08-23T15:19:00.001-07:002010-08-23T15:19:32.760-07:00<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Three nights after the orgy near Delphi, I.O. awoke in the woods, having seen the oracle in a dream.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It was twilight, and a full pregnant moon hung in the sky.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Next to her laid a man. Only he wasn’t a man really. Not yet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He had a smooth boyish face, with high cheekbones and soft golden hair. His eyelashes were long and curly, almost womanly. His eyes were bright and blue and he had a soft curve of a nose that pointed gently upward.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">He was beautiful; a boyish man with celestial features.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Yet, as I.O. soon noticed, this creature was no seraphim.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The bottom half of his face was more austere. There was something hard –even cruel about the shape of his jaw line and on his brow a circular mark lay conspicuously discolored and raised causing his smile to reveal a subversive temperament.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">He was a strange fellow: both imp and angel, man and boy. But above this paradox, , he was a carnivore.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His teeth were sharp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So sharp, he could open a bottle using his only his mouth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He claimed to eat a lot of meat: organs, particularly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“You never would think how good a good set of kidneys dresses up a salad,” she recalled him saying.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“Indeed,” he had continued, “a good hardy lung does worlds for my constitution.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Without meat, I feel tired and hollow.” And then he had tossed back his head in such a way, characteristic of a feral dog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“I’ve eaten well for the last few days, so at the moment, I’m the quintessence of virility.” </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">His statement must have given him pause, for he fell silent for a long period and stared at her with such intensity that she was forced to look away. The anxiety of the moment finally broke as laughter bubbled out of them and when it subsided, he and I.O. made sex.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">But now, that is all over. Now they are up and walking.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I.O.’s chorale is not far behind the two walking through the woods. They do not make themselves known to the man-boy-wolf, but I.O. is keenly aware of their presence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The man-boy walks along with one hand on the seat of his bicycle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The chain of the bike clicks continuously as they walk along together.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I.O notices a good amount of dark muddy residue stuck on the tires of the bike and on the spokes of the wheels.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The bike had clearly been to many places.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">The forest floor on either side of the dirt path is covered in ferns.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The chorale follows the pair, brushing through the green fragrant plants.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I.O. fears that the man-boy will catch there scent.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And now, much to her dismay, a breeze is coming through. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>There is music hanging on the breeze.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The Boy stops and peers over his shoulder, tilting his head slightly and closing his blue eyes half way.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>A sly grin is creeping across his face while I.O. shivers.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They are both stark naked and listening to the sonorous strains of a woman singing.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">The music gets louder as they round a corner at the edge of a small clearing. I.O steps on something firm and smooth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Looking down, she sees a vast blue mosaic floor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her foot has a brown leather sandal pump strapped around it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Looking about her, she realizes that they are no longer in the woods, but a ritzy club in Rittenhouse –the Park Bistro.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I.O. is clad in a chic orange tunic-dress that is gathered at the waist with a blue handbag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Inside the handbag is a book.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Pulling it out, she reads, “Hemingway’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">A Farewell to Arms?’’<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">“Good stuff,” says the boy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">“Good stuff,” says the chorale.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">The boy doesn’t hear them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“I will leave you here.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He says.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He is wearing white fitted pants, a blue collared shirt and a straw bowler hat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He looks like a dandy, a hard carnivorous one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He still has one hand on the seat of his yellow bicycle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Looking at the hand, I.O notices that a finger is missing.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">“But I don’t know anyone,” she stammers.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">“You will.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Ah look, you could make an onion cry with that face.” He says.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>“I’ll be back around sometime.”</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">With that, he mounts his bicycle; clangs open the glass door with the front wheel and zooms out. The bike spills onto the pavement.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The host can’t seem to wipe the vexed look off his face. There is a big dark smudge of dirt on the blue floor.</p> <!--EndFragment-->I.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852460293502652127.post-59809280136940117592010-08-03T10:02:00.000-07:002010-08-03T10:11:41.830-07:00Fingerless<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">How will I know the brow, the intention of my future loves?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Enemies.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Those lovely villains?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">How will I know them as dupers?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">How will I know them as friends?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For, I do portend, I won’t catch their sardonic gazes from behind.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">No, nor will I sense their mischievous whims when they are slyly peering without my knowledge,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Their eyes full of lust and malice, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">eavesdropping on my movements</span> from a perch over my bare shoulder.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">How will I know him? </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">You know.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The one, who will, much to my chagrin –be the dupe of me,</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Without </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">compunction</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">turn me into</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">an oyster</span>?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">coward</span>, a childlike thing -The proverbial scorned woman?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">How will I know him?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Will he be fingerless?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Perhaps have a rare disease?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Scurvy, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">like a pirate</span>, deprived of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">vitamin C</span>?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If he cannot have a care of himself –he’ll none of me.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Thankfully-</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And here’s open <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">black and blu</span>e for you </p> <p class="MsoNormal">In truth, I’ve never seen so many fingers a hand </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A </span>hand <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">that</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">loved</span> me.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">How many times have I been here to sail?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now matter how many times I do it, I’m always, always sick at sea</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Tallow</span> and yellow <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">bile</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Who is it? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Who will put that spoke in my wheel<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And fucking<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"> navigate</span> this condemned vessel?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A fingerless hand, </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A man who has no love for seashells.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But a desire for wanton oyster meat </p> <p class="MsoNormal">A passing but tasty treat</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He will need <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">sharp teeth</span> if he wants to crack open this shell</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">-if he wants this flesh</span>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">-That sort of thing.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">If that is indeed his thing</span>.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What am I doing here</span>?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">What are you doing here </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">with me</span>?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Somewhere lost at sea.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->I.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852460293502652127.post-4770224913761823852010-07-30T12:08:00.000-07:002010-07-30T12:10:30.099-07:00Vagina in the Rough<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Abstract: Previously, on the Vaggie Tales: you’ve only seen I.O. the victim, I.O. the poor wretch, I.O. the poor dear with the amphibian in her vagina, I.O. the girl who is duped and abandoned after a perfunctory meaningless fuck.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Unfortunately, this list above exemplifies the platitudinous existence of many of the feminine variety –a life lived in the state of perpetual disappointment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>However, this will not be the case of Miss I.O. and her vagina.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Not for long anyway. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">What you may not know right now is that I.O. has what is known as a ‘vagina in the rough:’ vaginal power that is dormant or untapped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>With the help and tutelage of her attendant chorale; Mr. Frog the resident vaginal pedagogue, Peter the dumb feral satyr, Turner the magic-handed lecherous virtuoso and Gaea the three headed, silver-tongued <span style="mso-bidi- line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Baskerville Semibold"font-family:";font-size:24.0pt;">concupiscent</span><span style="mso-bidi-line-height:150%;font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"ヒラギノ明朝 Pro W3";mso-bidi-ヒラギノ明朝 Pro W3"font-family:";font-size:16.0pt;"> earth-mother-whore</span>, I.O. will discover her vagina’s true power.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And after facing many obstacles she will escape this cliché of vaginal victimhood and rise to dominate the men who have tormented her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">…..</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">I.O. Your obstacles will be many.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They will come in many forms. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Some will be gifted with the power of persuasion, others with sheer lustful determination. Some will be obtuse and fierce, while others clever and insidious, able to circumvent and beguile your defenses.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Therefore I say beware, dear child.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You harbor great power within you, but it is still weak and you are often drunk and too damn horny.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You must listen carefully to your inner vag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Heed Mr. Frog’s advice –even though he’s a drunken lascivious rogue himself. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>If you do these things, your vag shall become blessed and more powerful than all of the penises of the world.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They will no longer be able penetrate you, for you shall engulf them. Yea, one yawn from your glorious vag, and every threat you encounter shall become a moth to a flame.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Do these things, and do not forsake Mr. Frog.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He is your guide.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">And every so often, give Peter a tickle on his furry ass.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He has so few pleasures in life.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Long-live your glorious vagina.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">The Oracle near Delphi has spoken.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Oracle out.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Why are you still here?....</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Grow a Vag….</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Seriously.</p> <!--EndFragment-->I.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852460293502652127.post-66517248344388357722010-07-24T08:46:00.000-07:002010-07-24T08:51:59.796-07:00Turner -Half Man -Half Something Else<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">Abstract: After having ravaged Io fiercely (prestissimo con brio), the musical trio steps back from her unconscious, languid body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Now once again, they only have each other to amuse. They begin to sing again. The song churns along for a while like a flooded river. But Turner, who is still in his semi-solipsistic state, eyes lightly shut in order to deny all other sentience, diverts their song from its course and leads it into a brief cadenza.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am Tuner </p> <p class="MsoNormal">–Half man –half something else.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My mother called me ‘Stranger,’</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Which is a strange thing for a mother to say</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Considering that I passed through her fickle vagina</p> <p class="MsoNormal">-Half hers -half something else</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But I suppose there had been many strangers there in that secret place long before I passed through.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">There, in those fleshy gratifying corridors is where strangers become familiar.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I know, for I am the progeny of that strange and profane familiarity. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I come from that intimate distance </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Those close encounters without a present</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Those loves -discursive and fleeting</p> <p class="MsoNormal">That passion that lives in a gaze and dies when the stranger’s gaze turns away.</p> <!--EndFragment-->I.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852460293502652127.post-88712220029478624282010-07-19T19:35:00.000-07:002010-07-23T07:33:41.590-07:00The Orgy Near Delphi<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Abstract:<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>After not heeding Mr. Frog’s didacticism, I.O. travels to Delphi to seek a prophecy from the oracle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Along the way she meets three horny musicians sitting in the woods by a fire.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">All night they had been playing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Till this moment, it was just between three of them.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Turner with his long long fingers is plucking the gut strings of his harp.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He is the unquestionable authority in the troupe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His fingers, being three feet in length, completely dominate the size of the instrument and dwarf his emaciated little body.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He shuts his eyes, needing to use vision beyond their faculty, and like an enigmatical high priest, he invests himself deeply into the music: handing himself over to the custody of a muse who considers herself above time, space and human strength. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Gaea, a three-headed Sumerian, with voluminous breasts a-swaying, carries the melodious tune. Each of her three mouths engages in the song forming triadic cadences.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Two of those sensuous orifices sing with teeth a-chattering, lips a-stretching, and tongues contorting to form her dulcet strains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Her third mouth, wraps gently around a pipe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She tenderly fingers the stops and blows in time with the rest, stopping every so often to longingly gaze at her phallic-like instrument.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Peter is a dancing satyr.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His job is to keep the time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He canters atop a small wooden pedestal.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As Turner allows, the song progresses and Peter’s rhythms increase in complexity. His hooves move faster and faster until all that can be seen of his legs is a swirl of thick mangy hair.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He claps his hands, and releases clamoring yelps as he drives the Odyssean cantata in a spiral upwards from Gaea’s opening sentimental and lilting refrains, to an exuberant allegro con fiocco; fast with fire and might.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">Io is exhausted from her travels in the woods.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She approaches the fire and startles the melodious triumvirate bringing their nimble song to a sudden halt.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">No one speaks. Gaea is peering at her with her three sets of eyes, while Turner’s hands begin to stray away from his instrument.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>His eyes are still closed, however the fingers are somehow aware of Io and now they seem to develop and follow their own stream of consciousness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They begin to crawl toward her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>One long index finger laces around her waist and draws her close to the trio.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Peter is restless and excited –stamping and neighing at her with lustful enthusiasm. </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%">The real instrument has arrived.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The main entertainment can now begin.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p> <!--EndFragment-->I.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852460293502652127.post-7571816733602211462010-07-11T20:30:00.000-07:002010-07-12T07:39:29.122-07:00Mr. Frog’s Sad Sad Song: A Criticism of I.O.’s Recent Behavior.<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"> I only come when you’re down -an inverted, depraved wretch that calls only when no one else will.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Your desire to exit anywhere -to any place- is the cue for my entrance</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Your dithering guest, indignant and impatient,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Drunk on attention, a tinkering green rogue.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A frog. In your vagina.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So, this is what you think of me?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The epitome of irritation?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Is this what you are telling our guests?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, let me tell you-</p> <p class="MsoNormal">When you are duped, sitting in a distracted mess, who is here for you?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You love me, I always tell you the truth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I’m the very symbol of verity, a nice green change from your forgetful slippery friend. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>What was his name again?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You don’t have to tell me your woes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I know them all.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have here, memorized them chapter and verse.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am here. I have come to recite them aloud for all to hear.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m your sad sad song. You are my device at this moment, my own private theater.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Your labia is the proscenium that I press myself from</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Out from the those moist lips, those damp dark wings, that wondrous curtain</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Out to the stage! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Clandestine, mysterious Fortune with her beautiful sequestered folds of flesh</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Moves like an ocean of regret with an ambivalent tide. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes, that’s you.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Dusk, dawn, exit, entrance. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">You are my moon, my spotlight: my forgotten sweetheart.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I always return to you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And how do you repay me?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You turn me from the deserving prince that I am </p><p class="MsoNormal">To a frog that lives in your rejected privates.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I will not be thus put out.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I have rehearsed an air of indifference to test you with.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I light my cigar. I drink my cognac </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And continue my soliloquy, all for you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">All for the sake of your slutty, watery transience.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I know what you like. I’ll twist my fat head sideways, forcing your thighs open, splashing thus, rolling back and forth in that sensuous ocean and your… -your eyes are rolling back? </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pay attention my gigantic idiot!</p><p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Tell me how late he is again. A tardy, forgetful lad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Well, that’s too bad I say.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He must be very busy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>He can come and go as he pleases.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And let me tell you something</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He’s got other oceans to swim in.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He’s got other moons to bask under.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">He’s got other holes to fill. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">To be perfectly honest, he may have a hole of his very own that he’d like filled.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And you -you’re busy too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Too busy. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Coming and going this way and that. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Exit, entrance; the old in-out– and you always choose both.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But I’m your friend. I hang around.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I pop in (–or out rather.)</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I understand. I’m here. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">What’s-his-face, is not.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You don’t deserve it.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Those colossal waves need riding. Don’t they?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You’re too bothered.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You don’t discriminate enough. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">You bang on any coast.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You collapse on any shore.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You dribble along any bank.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And you don’t shop around.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You just expect me to show up here any time you’re down - between waves, between cycles, between moons and tell it like is. Don’t you?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So here am I.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Again.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shop around next time, my darling.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My poor enormous sullied idiot. My forgotten tidal wave of passion,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shop. Around.</p> <!--EndFragment-->I.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852460293502652127.post-34852306471657332512010-07-03T14:21:00.002-07:002010-07-08T06:37:35.894-07:00Chapter 1: If John Doesn't Call<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">If John doesn’t call, or write, or text</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ll die.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ll die an extremely painful, incongruous death.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My death will be non sequitur. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I always knew it would be</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Here’s how it will be if John doesn’t call.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">First, tears will drip down my face.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The tears will pour straight down and turn into streams.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Their trajectories will tumefy and become heavy.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Their swathe, that bulging tumefaction will cause their marriage,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A most imprudent one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A rushed one, a do please tell one, a stitched up one, a rapid one, -one with a shotgun</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Controversial, yes, but far from surreptitious, for, I knew about it all along.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And their disgusting aqueous progeny will become a heavy gushing river</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The river will threaten to drown me, but not before it turns to acid. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Impudent child!</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes, the brat river of tears will become a river of acid.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ll burn in a river of acid if John doesn’t call.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But maybe not. Perhaps instead, my vagina will grow.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Perhaps a frog will protrude from my vagina.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It will not be a birth, for I will mother no one: human, amphibian or otherwise.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It will be a strange, unnatural growth.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">The head will grow first.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes, indeed. Guilelessly I’m telling you that the head of a giant green slimy frog will protrude from the inside of my labia.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It will bubble and blossom forth and its eyes will swell up and glower at me.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Mr. Frog.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He’ll laugh at me </p> <p class="MsoNormal">If John doesn’t call.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">He’ll sing a sad, sad song and say, “you silly girl. You knew it all along after all.”</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">At least I won’t have any problems with bugs.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">And he will be right after all. I knew it all along.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Here’s how it will be between us</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If John doesn’t call.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">A flea will flit by. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The frog will mind the flea.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A fly will buzz by. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">The frog will mind the fly.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then a trench mortar shell will explode</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And we will both die in non sequitur fashion</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If John doesn’t call.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I knew it all along.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I knew this would happen all along </p><p class="MsoNormal">My dear John</p> <p class="MsoNormal">All along.</p> <!--EndFragment-->I.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3852460293502652127.post-25311405686342166582010-07-03T14:21:00.001-07:002010-07-08T06:30:57.783-07:00Intro: Vaggie Tales<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal">I suppose you think this blog is about you?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Well it’s not.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s about my vag. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I hereby decree that the following words are my slaves: slaves of my vag. I’ve captured and mastered them all and chained them -with idiosyncratic grammar- to this virtual space, which is of course, my-vag-space: the space that I’ve staked out for the narratives of my gloriously sensuous vag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>My bitch words will collectively and loudly disclose, with cacophonous sincerity, the trials and tribulations, the triumphs and adulations, the copulations and masturbations of my vag.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s all about me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Me. And my vag.</p> <!--EndFragment-->I.O.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06077822037232289671noreply@blogger.com5