Gotta new tattoo, it’s a real beauty,

March 14, 2008 at 7:05 pm | Posted in writing | 17 Comments
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ahh, you gotta love Jimmy Buffet, for a white man, Margaritaville, carapau, he said smiling like Ronaldhino and looking out over the sparkling blue pool, i see you met my sister, she’s amazing, everybody loves my sister, but i’m gonna tell you one thing, man, she is only dancing with you cos you are a white man too, and in this part of town that means jewellery, safer than any kind of cash man, i’m telling you, my sister is dangerous, she is mixed up in some stuff, if she ever calls you Exu you better watch out, you might think that down here corpses can come to life, maybe your pallor of a big city slow death will be flushed away and your heart will beat for the first time and you will smell perfumes unknown, but your corpse if you die here, man, it will not come to life again. You read much? i read everyday, i’m reading H. P. Lovecraft, and my sister, she is a star vampire, man, heh, there she is, Saudade, Saudade, this crazy white man thinks he’s in love with you already, well later man, he said, nice place, beautiful view,

sorry she said sitting beside me, my brother is fond of spy novels and i do so like him to be happy, you have a beautiful home,

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  1. brilliant, energetic, alive, brilliant…..waxing again.

  2. mmmm…. i likey this one GingaPaul… iz like crunching on peanut M&Ms – nice texture.

  3. this is not a voodoo love affair–right?

  4. well spun. glad i stopped by

  5. Life in the fast lane…my signature song.

  6. Speaking of spy novels, I often wonder if you are actually transmitting encrypted messages thru your writing…
    I’m on to ya dude.
    Now, if I can just get my damn decoder ring to work, haven’t used it in thirty years.

  7. dude, I’m sensing a huge mungus bearing down… fear and loathing in Tasmania, no doubt, all the symptoms are there. But, ride it out, it’s the just-short-of-eight-seconds-that-gets-ya-in-the-money thrill, not quite cashing, but the horns didn’t penetrate your skin, so what the hell… more, please.

  8. I hope to read more of this tale…well done.

  9. *smiling*
    yes and about time too~

  10. Thanks, about time too, no pressure but, hahaha
    Ozzy, here’s the thing, it’s hard to make a secret code when all you need do is highlight word with mouse and hit search which brings me to the next question, given that fact i want to say this story is finished, that this piece is complete in itself because the whole tale is told through implication and outward referencing back and forward in time from this moment thru the code/links, but i know everyone else is gonna disagree, which is a quandary, quandary what a beautiful word, hello ((((((((((((((((ebby)))))))))))))))))))))

  11. I wish I could leave a comment for you that is as clever and insightful as the comments you leave me (especially the one about “Dinner With My Wife”), but today all I have to give is a nod and a handshake for a job well done.

  12. oh, this one was lovely and energetic, as well as energizing!

  13. Randall, a nod and a handshake from you sounds like thunderous applause to me, you are the storyteller,
    Sumedh, thankyou, I keep voting for you in the photoblog competition, it’s a fascinating place, the competition is fierce, some great photographers, but I keep voting for you because yours are just pure Art.

  14. Damn, Paul!

  15. yer a goner.

  16. H.P. Lovecraft eh?

    Good visual imagery.

  17. A tale from the Necronomicon, secret agendas, beautiful temptations and a hint of a zombie legend. great work.


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