Colonial Suicide

[Violet]

... actually, it occurs to me that the armor would get a bit steamed up on the beach... but such is the price of chivalry, I guess... (at least you won't get burned)...

v i o l e t x x x

[Violet]

... hmm... now that I think of it... since when is "steamed up" a negative?...

your steamy, dreamy,

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[George.Wright]

Violet,
Mon Amore is rusty by the saline spray on the beach, the sex on the beach is a double negative and I can't get the bloody visor off.........


A frustrated Georges.

[Violet]

Georges, as is a recurrent theme with me, I suddenly I feel like Dorothy from over the rainbow, and you it seems have become my love starved tin man... not to worry, I have right here in my hand this handy dandy oil can (which you always seem to have with you, thank god), and I can now "oil" you in the necessary places... of course, there's one area where I have to admit that having armor on could prove quite a problem, but I believe there you have a, well, a... is it too rude to say "cod piece"? which shouldn't be too difficult to remove, I don't think... You know another "Killers" type movie comes to mind here in that it has a sunglass clad hero (played by Nicolas Cage), and a very white skinned, red lipped damsel (played by Laura Dern)... and they too are driving around in some stellar 50's classic convertible, only it's a take on the The Wizard of Oz, but with a bit more acid mixed in... there's even a role for his lordship... that evily dude played by Willem Dafoe -- he's that contemptible "Bob" n'er to weller ex-marine monster with the enlarged gums and the small, yellow rotting teeth...

Anyway, Georges, rent it sometime (it's a David Lynch film, in case you've never seen it, called "Wild at Heart")... I'm sure it's just what the thread doctor ordered, and will probably only confuse us more... As for now, I'm hoping that by the time we finish slurping our third or so Sex on the Beach, and with my careful and astute oiling of all of your frozen, tin-man like appendages, we can finally get down to business, I hope... I mean, on my end I'm really and truly ready for you, my sweet -- ooh, careful now, your armor is scraping my thigh...

... let me at least help you remove your visor so we can maybe get in a long and lingering kiss or two (being the fervent romantics that we are)... gosh, this is really stuck on there, isn't it?...

(to be continued...)

[Violet]

... Georges, I believe I’m getting used to kissing your visor, actually… although I think my lip is bleeding… v
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[Violet]

My dearest Georges,

I thought I'd leave you a little note for you to read on your return either from your shooting spree out West or that foiled caper you and his lordship went out on (depending which movie we’re using)… I truly enjoyed our honeymoon, although it will probably take some time for all these stitches to come out. Still, thanks to all those exotic Sex on the Beach drinks, I barely remember the painful parts. Oh, if we’re in the Wild at Heart movie then we’ll need a wicked mother-in-law (who's really the Wicked Witch of the West(ish)… I guess his lordship wouldn’t mind doubling up on that -- I mean, he does have the braids already, and those evilish robes he wears at court (and whatever feminine items he’s got on under them, come to think of it). As for me… well, in the Heart movie, it seems I’m pregnant. Not too much of a happy bit of news since we’re living wild and on the run, but it’s heartwarming none the less to imagine a little Georges running around some day… maybe heading out West when he’s old enough to start his own random shooting spree… Anyway, my love, I’ve gotta’ go and heave --
all my lo—
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p.s. [between heaving]… I don’t recall our having that lavender-dream wedding I'd been making plans for… I guess I’ll need to fill that in later… I feel married, I guess, what with the little one on the way… [sobbing now]… you know, it’s hard, Georges, keeping this whole love thing going when it only exists on these thankless threads… I wish we could leave the thread business for good, ride out into the sunset, and live happily ever after -- but then we wouldn’t exist at all!… I guess I’m just a bit weepy because of my present condition... Sorry, my love… I’ll try to keep these fears to myself… my valiant knight of the stuck on visor… forever your v i o l e t x x x xx xxxxxxxxxxx -- uh, gotta g---

[George.Wright]

THE COMPLETE END

for the drugery and the pains
the weeping and the insane
who will ultimately get the blame?
Have none of you any shame????


THE END.

[Violet]

... oh, I hope you don't really mean that, my sweet... I tremble at the thought of our non existence...

a distressed v i o l e t

[George.Wright]

Violet,
I will always be here for you like a good genie, a couple of nice rubs, and I appear.........

Do not be distressed my dear.

Georges.

[Violet]

My dearest and kindest Georges,

This is just a little morning poem I'll post for you, which I wrote a while back, and which I thought you especially would like... As for me, it seems 'tis time to sleep...

Serpents climb that ancient tree,
Knowledge brings its daggers,
Yet I am wont to sing to thee of
Love, ‘tis all that matters ––

‘Tis all.

forever your v i o l e t x x x

[Violet]

My dearest Georges,

It’s been months, and I haven’t gotten a call from you, not even a post card… I’m very worried of course, given your decision to drive out West alone… I mean, that guy on all the news channels who went on a Seven Eleven shooting spree last week was wearing a medieval looking visor, after all, and so I hardly think it could have been anyone else but you… (as usual, it seems, you forgot that you’re supposed to be wearing dark glasses)… Oh, and I’m showing, by the way, in case you’re at all interested. I’m just hoping you'll turn yourself in so that maybe your life will be spared and young Georges will at least have the chance to know his now infamous, thrill-seeking father… Oh, also, I’m hoping you left things on a good note with Lord M. since I’m attempting to retain him as your defense attorney… Actually, I already got word from his office and it seems he's quite interested in your case as long as there’s a movie deal attached… Oh, and I’ve already hired a screenwriter and have suggested your story include some sort of cross-dressing Brit barrister angle with some S&M flourishes thrown in, since I think that could really clinch the deal… And so you see, my love (I do miss you, by the way, even though the visor thing was getting a bit arduous), I have been working quite diligently on my end to try to make things a bit better for us, if at all possible, given all of these contradictory, multi-sourced plot points… Actually, Georges, my love, I finally decided to move out of this evilish city of scrapers, as you like to call it, and find us, well, a little flee-bitten dump, actually… but it’s way way upstate, in a town where, besides its being the center of some sort of white-van fleeted, ominous helicopter infested CIA Black Ops operation, seems to be very quiet and rather innocuous, actually, and so I believe our little wood-stove burning, uninsulated cabin would make a perfect and dreamy little hide away for us, although I do feel we should load up on lots of ammo and firearms…

So, that’s the latest, my sweet… I hope you've been checking this P.O. Box that you gave me, and that I will finally hear from you… I ache for you, my knightly lover… and quite often I’ll put on that black veil you like so much, and imagine that we’re back atop our steep and treacherous (secret) wedding bridge…

…okay, my sweetness... my (dimming) light... my valiant, fleeing knight of darkness (and unaccountable violence)…

forever your hope filled Violet,

your hope filled v i o l e t… xxx
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[George.Wright]

Violet,
The visor had a purpose, no one seen my face to identify me. It's our dark secret and one to tell little Georges in the Future. Forget about that tranny Lord M, who needs him????

Anyways will join you soon. I am in some silly village in Kalifornia, where they conducted nuclear tests. It appears to have made my lance bigger. Met a guy called Bin something, talked about revenge on the Eagle, strange chap, not like our usual swamp creatures.........kept talking about Area 51?????

Love Georges

[mickey_one]

Colonel Mustard
him did commit dem suicide
he wents into da Drawing Room
and him listen to Da
Forfucken Bird on Da Wire
Him die quick
but it no painless

[Violet]

[As for above: see post below...]

Georges!!!

I am so happy, overwhelmed, and in tears to finally hear from you after all this time, my most valiant (and violent) knight of the radioactive round table... I've heard that whole Bin-something operation is actually underwritten by the feds, as it happens, and so maybe a little networking could actually land you a nice, cushy government job. On second thought, my love... ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR ****** MIND??? GET THE **** OUT OF THERE, BUT QUICK!!!... AREA 51 IS NOT CLUB MED... (at least I don't think it is), and your trusty lance (though impressively elongated) must now be about as hot as Alabama asphalt* (actually, that just got me all hot all of a sudden)... Oh, as for his lordship, it seems we're sitting real pretty right now thanks to this movie deal, which happens to have Lord M. as its featured attachment. I'm sorry, my love, but you know how these Hollywood types are, you dangle in front of them a British barrister wearing red bikini panties under his magisterial robes 'n wigs 'n things, and, well, it just means that cutting him loose is sure to be a real deal breaker...

Anyway, your anonymity now gives me hope that we can at least keep our place in the evilish city of scrapers (along with our new dump of a hide away upstate), and we could even visit your swampy little inland dwelling from time to time, if only for moisturizing (I understand that "damp" does wonders for the complexion)...

So, please come back to me soon, my love... and maybe we can have a home coming celebration back on our treacherously steep albeit breathtakingly sexy and timeless seeming bridge (of no return)...

forever xxx your xxxx v i o l e t xxxxxx (flower) xxxxxxx
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* In the interest of unnecessary disclosure, this is something bordering on a Laura Dern line from David Lynch's "Wild at Heart" movie (... she, of course, did it with a very slow and sexy Southern drawl)... v. [last edit: I just cleaned up that asphalt line...]

[Violet]

Colonel Mustard
him did commit dem suicide
he wents into da Drawing Room
and him listen to Da
Forfucken Bird on Da Wire
Him die quick
but it no painless

... oh, it seems Lord. M. is just now learning his lines...