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Smoke Signals

"Smoke Signals" Her wet lips long slender fingers flipped the lit cigarette 3 seconds it glowed inhaled deep, hard and real slow crushed under Vermillion manolo blahnik killer, Capital K long bare legs in deadly brutal stilletos The taste wasn’t sweet Her last kiss tasted of Manuka and violet scented dom Pérignon tongues that duelled real deep hard hot and slow Katherine and Petruchio the sun the moon real slow and low - perfect incomplete; of course, his mind was a blood let delectable juicy feast She’s his unholy... Pooka nipping at his toes as he treads his shallow waters troll dreaming as he goes Flotsam and jetsam all the smart mouthed burley flows tossed from all the other flapping vacant windows Engaged, sharp like a a guided missile burning his Frenched-out plastic curtained Alphabet Soup lettered windows her ship point of sail, in irons, forward, grins while burning wind blows Morpheus and Zo-so doze She Monster knows where He Monster goes The moths full of mouth and ripe like juicy figs for plucking sucking swollen egos flutter by caught in silken web flattered then slighted unbeknown trade a flippant futile smile sugar coated single file through an XOX m.o. Powder puffs with salted buttery smiles full of Fool’s Gold blow dust and flutter by with jesters who deep throat swallow’s traded jibes on toad stools turgid brown bow low hidden in glass onion's afterglow tittering lice on sparrows chirp they never lead but follow squawking a murderful of crows Pride cometh before a fall, don't ya know ah, the minion are on track Legion shrugs and keeps on walking throws away the Killer K Stilletos walks barefoot on wet grass in her dreams she strides looking for a sharp needle in a haystack walks barefoot on wet grass in her dreams she strides looking for a sharp needle in a haystack ah, the minion are on track Legion shrugs and keeps on walking Water off a Duck’s Back (LadyLaberinth/2019) Desperate/Disparate. Defn. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/P%C3%BAca https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ml0ySvrVd6o https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gkfYEBFEhK0 https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=M-O

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Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/7/2019 2:00:00 AM

n.b. cigarettes can kill you.

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/2/2019 2:07:00 PM

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xyTBdPytCIk

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/1/2019 2:27:00 PM

“The hot macadam pulled on his shoes, like desire ...” Martin Amis, London Fields

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/1/2019 2:31:00 PM

“The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame. The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt. Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before. Moth Smoke Lingers.” Mohsin Hamid, Moth Smoke

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/1/2019 8:32:00 AM

“I'd just put Ed Hickey into a taxi. Ed had been mixing his rye with his gin, and I just felt that he needed conveying. Well, anyway, I was walking down along the street and I heard this voice saying, "Good evening, Mr. Dowd." Well, I turned around and here was this big six-foot rabbit leaning up against a lamp-post."

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/1/2019 8:32:00 AM

Well, I thought nothing of that because when you've lived in a town as long as I've lived in this one, you get used to the fact that everybody knows your name. And naturally I went over to chat with him. And he said to me... he said, "Ed Hickey was a little spiffed this evening, or could I be mistaken?" Well, of course, he was not mistaken. I think the world and all of Ed, but he was spiffed. Well, we talked like that for awhile and then I said to him, I said, "You have the advantage on me. You know my name and I don't know yours." And, and right back at me he said, "What name do you like?" Well, I didn't even have to think twice about that. Harvey's always been my favorite name. So I said to him, I said, "Harvey." And, uh, this is the interesting thing about the whole thing: He said, "What a coincidence. My name happens to be Harvey.” Elwood P. Dowd

Lady Labyrinth

Date: 3/1/2019 8:28:00 AM

“Well, you've heard the expression, 'his face would stop a clock'. Well, Harvey can look at your clock... and stop it. And you can go anywhere you like, with anyone you like, and stay as long as you like, and when you get back... not one minute will have ticked by.” Elwood P. Dowd

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/1/2019 2:53:00 PM

A sailing craft is said to be "in irons" if it is stopped with its sails unable to generate power in the no-go zone.If the craft tacks too slowly, or otherwise loses forward motion while heading into the wind, the craft will coast to a stop.This is also known as being "taken aback," especially on a square-rigged vessel whose sails can be blown back against the masts, while tacking...

Lady Labyrinth
Date: 3/1/2019 2:35:00 PM

“I think one can tell a lot about a person from the way he chooses to let the stub of his cigarette burn out...”