Re: Daddy's Little Princess.
Posted: Sun Aug 01, 2010 9:35 pm
.. Alright.. just where is Kissingham now??.. that gives me an idea, actually.. Apocalypse Now, the sequel:
KISSINGHAM NOW..
.. actually, what am I talking about.. it most obviously should be:
CUMALOTT NOW
.. (sorry about the mix-up)..
Captain Willa-- uh, kwi-- uh Sir F.. is a, uh, man without a mission.. a knight without a sword (seems like).. still, with Sweet Princess Violet (flower) in her tower, we're sure to find a story line.. after all, Coppola almost did.. (that was a little dig, if you'll note.. given my "ending" issues with said flick)..
.. the Evilish Queen Cate is still secretly meeting with Henning in her toruture chamber.. (it's where they work out, if you recall).. oh, and that slippery I.F. Duchess person.. rather imaginary these days, as it happens.. is on hand for S&M consults.. (seems the queen is still foggy as to how to properly employ ratchet straps.. and I can't count the number of times I myself have instructed her)..
Lady Kissy K. is awaiting King G.'s return, so that she herself might return to her usual sword polishing duties.. I do believe he's got his hands full with that restless green isle somewhere off the coast aways.. seems the inhabitants there waste too much good liquor by pouring it in their morning coffee, and Lady Kissy K. has asked him to in some manner ban the practice.. anyway, he's still not returned, and actually, I've only just received word that he actually likes his liquor that way, at least first thing in the morning.. so.. don't know how things will turn out in that respect..
.. oh, and.. [pssssssssst.. kw-- uh, Bond Is Bond (is a bo-bon).. (a baby one at that).. (a little chocolate baby bon-bon).. ANYWAY.. sneak around the queen's cellar and see if you can find out what she and Henning are cooking up down there.. remember: Henning means to destroy Leonard from within.. and he's starting with this fine, upstanding kingdom.. once he's destroyed the likes of us, Leonard will be easy to take down.. so.. we're the first (and only, come to think of it) line of defense, as it were.. and thus the importance of your work here, baby bon-bon.. so.. WISE UP.. (although I'm pretty sure I've told you that already somewhere).. Oh, and too bad about Marlon Brando.. a very good actor too.. I guess this tragedy should serve as a warning to us all: don't get mixed up in pictures.. it's a very grizzly business)..
.. okay.. well.. Oh, yeah.. the hanging munchkins.. still haven't really verified that as a Henning tactic.. it might just turn out to be Dick, his blow-up doll beard.. perhaps Henning's just letting him hang there in wind just to scare us.. hmm.. don't know why I didn't think of that before..
.. alright, well.. see what you can find out, baby-bond-bon.. and I'll return to my memoirs.. I've been taking a break from all of that, as it only depresses me.. but.. I guess that's the lonely and oft-times depressing world of a writer, and so I really shouldn't complain.. actually, I'm thinking of writing a very happy love story for a change.. something to send to Bill Shakespeare for a little spare cash.. my working title is: Romeo and Juliet.. I'll let you know how it turns out..
.. signing out: M.]
.. oh, bye for now, Lady Kissy K., your Queen Highness, etc. etc.. (oh, and your Royal Highness, King G.. where ever you are)..
s.p.v. (fl.). xx x (hmm.. think I'll write a little love note to his Lordship, before getting back to work).. (actually.. I'm feeling like taking a little nap.. must be hormonal).. (too bad that crack in the wall is so big, I can never keep the light out of here entirely)..
My dearest Lordship,
I’ve wrapped myself into a little ball on my bed, though I'm
imagining you behind me, your knees pressed against the
inside of mine, your arms resting around me. Why is it lately
that my strongest desire has to do with you and I taking an
afternoon nap?
.. yes, it would be nice if it were on our tropical get away..
actually, I’m wondering now if there are cabanas somewhere
by the sea that we could stay at.. the sound of the ocean
would be soothing, and I should like us to walk along the
beach by moonlight. I’m feeling you should be drenched in
moonlight.. I’m sensing that about you, I mean.. that that is
what you need -- like the way I’d have you take me whenever
the mood struck you.. you could take me right at the front door
before leaving for work in the morning, and I'd feel you for
hours after that.. because I’m sensing too that that’s what the
moon in me would prescribe for us both.. with this love in me
as our healer.. as I’ve no desire to keep it to myself.. and if
this something in me were like the universe.. cast like its stars
or even eternity’s velvet blackness.. it would all be for you.. in
moments impassioned or mundane, or even just silly (as I know
you’d make me laugh)..
.. it seems I’m back in bed.. I feel to be nearly asleep..
.. you’re still behind me.. and I feel your desire, and you take
me.. and even here in bed I’m by the ocean.. pulsing with the
waves.. your fantasies commingling with my sleepy hair like
seaweed dancing.. and I moan slightly to feel so deeply near
you.. and I sense you too returning to me.. your lips caressing
the nape of my neck.. my soul so at ease, to so naturally be
this place for you.. this place from where you escape and then
return to, so to tie me to your wanting..
ever.. your v i o l e t (stem).. xxx
.. edits: I've been tweaking this letter tonight.. I feel I'm finding out more about it as I try and refine it, actually.. and thus, all the edits..
KISSINGHAM NOW..
.. actually, what am I talking about.. it most obviously should be:
CUMALOTT NOW
.. (sorry about the mix-up)..
Captain Willa-- uh, kwi-- uh Sir F.. is a, uh, man without a mission.. a knight without a sword (seems like).. still, with Sweet Princess Violet (flower) in her tower, we're sure to find a story line.. after all, Coppola almost did.. (that was a little dig, if you'll note.. given my "ending" issues with said flick)..
.. the Evilish Queen Cate is still secretly meeting with Henning in her toruture chamber.. (it's where they work out, if you recall).. oh, and that slippery I.F. Duchess person.. rather imaginary these days, as it happens.. is on hand for S&M consults.. (seems the queen is still foggy as to how to properly employ ratchet straps.. and I can't count the number of times I myself have instructed her)..
Lady Kissy K. is awaiting King G.'s return, so that she herself might return to her usual sword polishing duties.. I do believe he's got his hands full with that restless green isle somewhere off the coast aways.. seems the inhabitants there waste too much good liquor by pouring it in their morning coffee, and Lady Kissy K. has asked him to in some manner ban the practice.. anyway, he's still not returned, and actually, I've only just received word that he actually likes his liquor that way, at least first thing in the morning.. so.. don't know how things will turn out in that respect..
.. oh, and.. [pssssssssst.. kw-- uh, Bond Is Bond (is a bo-bon).. (a baby one at that).. (a little chocolate baby bon-bon).. ANYWAY.. sneak around the queen's cellar and see if you can find out what she and Henning are cooking up down there.. remember: Henning means to destroy Leonard from within.. and he's starting with this fine, upstanding kingdom.. once he's destroyed the likes of us, Leonard will be easy to take down.. so.. we're the first (and only, come to think of it) line of defense, as it were.. and thus the importance of your work here, baby bon-bon.. so.. WISE UP.. (although I'm pretty sure I've told you that already somewhere).. Oh, and too bad about Marlon Brando.. a very good actor too.. I guess this tragedy should serve as a warning to us all: don't get mixed up in pictures.. it's a very grizzly business)..
.. okay.. well.. Oh, yeah.. the hanging munchkins.. still haven't really verified that as a Henning tactic.. it might just turn out to be Dick, his blow-up doll beard.. perhaps Henning's just letting him hang there in wind just to scare us.. hmm.. don't know why I didn't think of that before..
.. alright, well.. see what you can find out, baby-bond-bon.. and I'll return to my memoirs.. I've been taking a break from all of that, as it only depresses me.. but.. I guess that's the lonely and oft-times depressing world of a writer, and so I really shouldn't complain.. actually, I'm thinking of writing a very happy love story for a change.. something to send to Bill Shakespeare for a little spare cash.. my working title is: Romeo and Juliet.. I'll let you know how it turns out..
.. signing out: M.]
.. oh, bye for now, Lady Kissy K., your Queen Highness, etc. etc.. (oh, and your Royal Highness, King G.. where ever you are)..
s.p.v. (fl.). xx x (hmm.. think I'll write a little love note to his Lordship, before getting back to work).. (actually.. I'm feeling like taking a little nap.. must be hormonal).. (too bad that crack in the wall is so big, I can never keep the light out of here entirely)..
My dearest Lordship,
I’ve wrapped myself into a little ball on my bed, though I'm
imagining you behind me, your knees pressed against the
inside of mine, your arms resting around me. Why is it lately
that my strongest desire has to do with you and I taking an
afternoon nap?
.. yes, it would be nice if it were on our tropical get away..
actually, I’m wondering now if there are cabanas somewhere
by the sea that we could stay at.. the sound of the ocean
would be soothing, and I should like us to walk along the
beach by moonlight. I’m feeling you should be drenched in
moonlight.. I’m sensing that about you, I mean.. that that is
what you need -- like the way I’d have you take me whenever
the mood struck you.. you could take me right at the front door
before leaving for work in the morning, and I'd feel you for
hours after that.. because I’m sensing too that that’s what the
moon in me would prescribe for us both.. with this love in me
as our healer.. as I’ve no desire to keep it to myself.. and if
this something in me were like the universe.. cast like its stars
or even eternity’s velvet blackness.. it would all be for you.. in
moments impassioned or mundane, or even just silly (as I know
you’d make me laugh)..
.. it seems I’m back in bed.. I feel to be nearly asleep..
.. you’re still behind me.. and I feel your desire, and you take
me.. and even here in bed I’m by the ocean.. pulsing with the
waves.. your fantasies commingling with my sleepy hair like
seaweed dancing.. and I moan slightly to feel so deeply near
you.. and I sense you too returning to me.. your lips caressing
the nape of my neck.. my soul so at ease, to so naturally be
this place for you.. this place from where you escape and then
return to, so to tie me to your wanting..
ever.. your v i o l e t (stem).. xxx
.. edits: I've been tweaking this letter tonight.. I feel I'm finding out more about it as I try and refine it, actually.. and thus, all the edits..