Advent, Advent, es brennt ein Licht

at puddleson La RueToulouse-Lautrec,chiffon in pinkand satin skirtsaccentuateface cream en matte,a hurried patterso subduedby drizzleand those shadesof nightsbelonging tothe Moulin Rouge.And as it turns,untiringly,it nodsas if to sayil fautqu’ je parte,and it is late,yet, once insideall time suspendsitselfto serve the soulof all the faithful.I say adieu,to rooms of gloom,and squeezebehind therather fat conciergeto provethat destinycan…

My wife says it looks avant-gardea bit like Mister Ed.Her nightie is the see-through kinda dark fluorescent yellow,it covers all and her behind,and stirs the little fellow.Expanding this is are socks of rougetwo pairs of different sizebeneath, in case of a delugeor other strange surprise,a bilroth sheet to grace the floorand keep the cold from…

that’s what they called it then,no jelly passed her lips, no sweets.The boy who asked her to the prom was black,he’d swing his hips as only blacks can do,his hands were soft and full of grace,they rested on her bum throughout the night,and when he dropped her at her parents’ placethey stood and kissed, him…

so many memories will come,from decades past, the trigger is a scent.Next to a Black, I’d hold my breath,they seemed to have a peculiarity,no pleasant parts at all, even at dawn,worn pheromones perhaps or simply genes?Once in an aeroplane I got to sitnext to a momma of Kolkata’s rich,she smelled of spices, wrapped in a…

where astute deliberationis at home, however fleetingas a common, simple act,ergo those who are intactin their cranial cognitioncarefully weigh their positionjust before they do attend,those unlikely to offendparty crashers uninvitedget their little heads excitedand they pack their bag of tricksto collect perverted kicks.Since they do not have the brainsthey can make no real gainsin a…

that prompted me to dowhat you found so adorable.You said I was unlikethe others who had ogledand tried their little trickslike crafty spiders just to lureanother prize into their netsuntil all blood was suckedfrom lusty veins of chance.There is not anythingspectacular about the likes of mebut I shall now reveal to youjust what it was…