I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[the mingo]

PS - I slept good but was still up early. Gona have to have me a power nap be fore work. Opps got my face in the wrong space. I deny the mistake!

[SadLuckDame]

Ha ha, but be happy For work works on me, too. ppp
Glad you liked. Gonna go read all about our war and peace,
then I'll know exactly what you're always thinking. Loved that teacher man, good stuff.

Sweet dreams from me.

[SadLuckDame]

With a gold-tighted bow
topped in the lap of some.

"Well, Open it up, The Ms-isses.
Guess this means you were good all year."

[the mingo]

we keep talkin' back & forth in music & soon enough the sound waves will be bouncing off the sands of Mars.

I like that though, how we do it. I think everyone should have that. Here's to hoping we keep that close & never let the music fall to the ground. I like.

You probably sleeping now. War & Peace put me to sleep. I tried reading it once. I fell asleep. Next night I tried it again. Fell asleep. Third night - same scenario.
After that I never went back. I had to find something by Anais Nin to rescue me.


You must like the view from the new window. Pure jazz now, ain't it?

So...gonna pop over to the log where ya left me the Winehouse numbers. Gonna leave something there for your morning greet.
'Nite, Mamadoll.

PS - ya wanna know what I'm thinkin' just listen ... & if that don't trip ya - just ask

[SadLuckDame]

Mmm, I use to dance like the hippy kind girls do, spinning and making my patchwork dress do circles around my legs, getting wrapped up heavily in the fabrics, making the bells chime around my ankles. It was about feeling on top of the world and I did. I do so miss it.

Also my girl friend and I would be the groupie girls for the guys' band. We'd hit the dance floor and drag the guys out there to dance with us. I'd carry a little bottle of 'rain' oil, some very finely iridescent glitter and I'd go about 'magically' transforming the bodies getting all heated up out there. It was always making me feel sort of magical, kinda like I could believe I was a fairy or an angel.

Prolly, I've had this ego of mine for a long, long time.
Ego making me feel then like an invincible mystical creature, ego making me feel now like I could do whatever I want with my life. There not being such dull limitations.

Bird song, it always made me take my head off and fly.
Falling into Alice's discovered rabbit tunnel.

I think I could dance with you.
Mayhaps, maybee.
ppp

P.S. What ya thinking of, mr. teacher man?
Of course I'm gonna ask you.
I want you to tell me everything that comes to mind.
la la la

[SadLuckDame]

P.S.S. Wrap you up in the folds of my dress, in the chimes, in my long tresses...
Do you mean?

I was not very sensual, not like the women I see. I couldn't hold a man's stare with the side of mine hip on a design nor with the she-devil cat-eye.
I didn't lick my lips, not that sort. It all seems to be not in me.
I just had a whole heart, really almost innocent.

The most sensual way of expression would be to lay about and read notes, language, laugh and giggle till our two sides might hurt. It's all in the curl up with vocabulary. Make my head dance and my heart sing. And there can be music, too. I like music.

That's why I want a teacher man, touch all the lines on the palm of his hand and think he's some creature right out of mine dream.

[SadLuckDame]

Hmm, I do likes historical sensuality, thinking of Grace here and all those powered patty-cakes, the corsets and strappings, the laced up thighs and the long silk-ties.
Still asking.

Oh man. What a morning already.
I am fully amused.
Where are we.

[the mingo]

First thing I'm thinkin' I'm wrappin' you in silver fox fur. Then I'm steppin' back & passin' 'round you in a slow taking - my - own - sweet - time - about - it - circle. Then I'm goin' over & sitting on the couch. From there I'm lookin' at you & I say, " Come over here, Mamadoll, so I can autograph your menu. "

"I was not very sensual, not like the women I see. I couldn't hold a man's stare with the side of mine hip on a design nor with the she-devil cat-eye.
I didn't lick my lips, not that sort. It all seems to be not in me.
I just had a whole heart, really almost innocent."

Not very sensual? Sounds like a no-confidece vote to me & not a question at all of sensuality.
The sensuality is in there, you being a woman and all born that way, pacing back & forth across your heart like a cage. And you'd lick your lips twice so quick the right moment come along. Don't know how it is where you are but around here we let creatures in cages loose. And if those creatures are of the kind that like their cages for definition, well then we cage 'em even tighter by way of grace & favor.

If a man had the right inclination & his wits about him, a whole heart would be his continual feast & his only worthwhile pursuit. You don't chase rabbits when there is a herd of elk for the taking in the high country meadows.

How's my vocabulary doin?

" The most sensual way of expression would be to lay about and read notes, language, laugh and giggle till our two sides might hurt. It's all in the curl up with vocabulary. Make my head dance and my heart sing. And there can be music, too. I like music. "
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3SnjKHttDrQ
I like words and the play of them and the moments they occur in. Language, the whole idea of it, well, who can speak of the shining of it? Words & language, they are not only the doorways but also the road to the imagination. And the imagination is where everybody lives.

I hear you when you say about the limitations - believe me I know about them.
But...they are our taskmasters, goading us to live true in the face of all odds.
I thank God for every limitation that he, in grace and for grace, lays upon me.
Whenever any limitation shows itself in my life it is then I know for truth that it is a lie that God has forgotten about me.

What a morning indeed! I got snow outside the window. I got a furnace in the cellar. I got coffee and a cup to drink it from. I got lungs and air to breathe.
And...I got you.
And...I'm answering.

[SadLuckDame]

Well, I don't think I'd have such a challenge prowling around and stalking in a silver fox like fur, a wild animal. I'd prolly like.

[the mingo]

Yeah, I was serious 'bout the silver fox fur - must be the romantic in me.

ya know a few days ago you posted & said you were out in your kitchen jotting down your thoughts so you'd remember them later to write to me about. I like that idea. May gonna try it out myself.

My brain is prancing all the time with this/that & I think I'll remember it when I finally get to the 'puter but it's hardly true.

snowing ... gets me going off in my head
no tellin' where it will take me ...
'Nite, Mamadoll ...

[the mingo]

I'm thinking of milk ...

[SadLuckDame]

"I'm going to remain with you, Mr. Fox.
It is that I have resolved
that I am to stay this frisk.

Lift my paw and lead me to what bliss,
might dare tremble within.
Fox, no finer than our den.
Teach mine heart what your temple may delight.
Finery when I'm on to you."
ppp

[the mingo]

Finery when I'm on to you

There's no denying the do in what you do. I seek it everywhere, believing it will not be of much mind to escape.

yes we are to raise from the ground
the things we find there &
wave them all to glory
it will be such as the sunlight in winter
in passing a certain angle in the eye
brings birth to diamonds from snow
& scorn to every cage but the one
we build our own

drape you in primitive finery, yes
but not because i think God was anywhere amiss
for this is just the getting closer
and not speaking of it

[SadLuckDame]

O.K. I'll ask, why milk?
Cause I forgot to ask.

[the mingo]

because a memory had come up on me from out a young man's time...a moment when I tasted for myself, from strange & wild curiosities, a new mother's milk & was plunged by it into startle finding the taste on my tongue to match exactly the scent of the sea where it meets the shore.