Bantering with Octagons

[cymbidia]

Fuckers fuck us. Over? Under? Through and through. We weep and wail and feel like our teeth will fall out from the pain. Then we notice the sun again. Everything is a circle, have you noticed that?

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Over, under, and through. Any which way to get us through the fall is the proper course to take. Step outside the line to see the sun in all her gloryious fire. Weep, wail, and beat your chest when she slips behind the menacing clouds, but never fear, she's still there, waiting for her cue.

 

[sigh]

queen rides her golden chariot
ablaze with heat and light
azure sky, cloudless beckons
as she rises, peaks and descends

beneath her i lay naked
on a grassy hillock's knob
drinking in her warmth
spinning slowly though the day
accepting her as lover
teacher
giver of life

ride queen ride
across the heavens
sail eternity's path
may the multitudes
understand your
gifts

 

[Camille]

The queen cannot ride, her wheels are octagons, her chariot made of stone. She rides as she lives. In circles

 

[sigh]

octagons are circles too, only with eight rather than infinite sides
and they don't roll so well
nor make for good hoops
(as in hula)
and they're a much harder hole to dig

too

 

[Camille]

Dig, dug all the way to China. The queen asks if you're in China and you dig an octagan hoop where do you come out?

 

[cymbidia]

OUT!
Inclusive? Exclusive?
Semantics: the black hole of language.

 

[Dillinger]

For OUT is Love and Wisdom and Power.( Get OUT. If thou hast T already, first get UT. Then get O. And so at last get OUT. 23 Skidoo.

The way out is the way.

 

[cymbidia]

Just slip out the back, Jack, make a new plan, Stan.
No need to be coy, Roy, just listen to me.

The outer limits of human experiences begin in the innermost recesses of the human heart.

 

[Jimi]

Take a moment to breathe in the aura of our friends - experiences old and new are shared. Their scent, taste and texture warm my mind and body to a new, loving heat, felt briefly at my birth - remembered now as if yesterday - not half a Century of walking along this mystic road.

 

[sigh]

i have a blue aura in the morning
a red one every night
a crystal in my afternoon tea
a pyramid over my light
i chant my mantras all day long
in a lotus on my floor
i keep the demons all at bay
with a pentagon on my door

a new age nursery rhyme

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Blue auras blink on and off in the bright early morning, waxing and waning into a sort of even, hypnotic glow around the world. Making it seem like everything will be all right if you only squint your eyes in order to see. Everything will be fine if you only close your eyes in order to see. Everything will be okay.

 

[Impetus]

How to be okay:

Put on your fuzziest winter coat and pull the hood down over your eyes and zip the damn thing up so that it covers your nose and put on your darkest sunglasses and thickest pants and cover your ears with cotton and tape. Nothing can pierce your shield. You are anonymous and without face. The elements cannot touch you, humanity cannot reach you. You are impermiable.

Now get out there and make some babies.

-I

 

[freescorfr]

Wanted: woman to make babies with. Bohemian luxury lover ready to doss in life giving mode. Intellectually sound and willing to create more than babies. Ten year contract offered.

 

[Andreina]

Option to extend the contract afterwards?

Halo

 

[Svedish_Chef]

Extention required, long and hard preferred, but demands are flexible.

Will require warm wet area for workspace, and tender care for replenishing after task is completed.

Apply to within.

 

[Andreina]

me? apply for the position with you? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? You really want to watch how your Mrs Mellon Collie is kicking my ass, dont you?

Halo

 

[Svedish_Chef]

The wonderful gorgeous sensual wonderful luscious brilliant girl of mine would know this is just "bantering with octagons" not a formal application.

There after all is only one true lodgement location, and the form to be filled out MUST be cosigned.

And yes I love to watch her ass, I mean her kissing, I mean kicking ass.

Even those with a halo!

 

[cymbidia]

Kicking ass requires enormous determination and the ability to shrug it off and go sowing one's wild oats elsewhere if the kicking doesn't result in an appropriately hurt response. Why hurt anyway? Make love, baby, not war.

 

[freescorfr]

War babies, water babes, defiant humour, like a tram which will not stop. A demure tram, pedantic, impressionist, clanking tram, in Prague, full of frenzied passengers in a serene city: souteneurs and gipsies, poets and touring visitors wave like blown trees in this graceful, whimsical and charming chariot, crossing the clamorous complexity of history.
Perhaps I will become a janitor.

 

[GreenEyedGirl]

Janitors sweep up the fragments of history. Pushing miscellaneous pieces of importance around with an old broom, putting old memories and tropies in with the garbage, removing what those of import had forgotten.
Janitors keep our history in black, plastic bage tied with a knot.

 

[sigh]

black
plastic
on
white
skin

a naked woman under vinyl
with rope
and a gag
and a teeny tiny clamp where it counts the most

to sleep
perchance
to


whenever i want you all i have to do is dream

 

[Impetus]

Woman under vinyl, a delacacy in france, but here in america, we view it with the same unbridled disdain that we usually reserve for either the bald or those without shoelaces. Thus spake Veep, upholder of toes. His shoulder adorned with gold fleck and pointed toward the sky, like some sort of fleshy radio antenna. Afterword, he went home and thought about anal sex for the *entire day*. You have no idea how tiring that is. First you have to decide to think about it, then you have to think about it, and then you have to, at some point, stop. That's three seperate requests there, I don't have time for that kind of commitment. I want my daydreams quick and dirty, and with a side order of relish. Because relish goes good with everything, except Jello. Which, studies show, there is always room for. *Always*.

-I

 

[cymbidia]

Room for breathing while the circus tent flaps disconsolately high above but...yeh!..there's room to move about, to stretch, to grow in the sometimes stifled air where the elephants tread. Shade is not systematically harmful to children and other living things. Not systemically. Not.

 

[Black_Bird]

May be harmful to children; burning sensation under eyelids where movies of pretense and arrogence were once shown. Fist made of iron, sensabilities made of gel and one broken moment.

Look both ways before crossing. Tie your shoes before you trip. Don't run with sissors. Hurry up. Don't cry wolf and

help

me.