the writing game reborn.

so b.mac sends a pair of lyrics, and i write the story/poem/rant that comes in between:

She's a mixed up kind of girl, The kind you wished you'd never met
She took the country from the world, Now she's teachers pet.
[from Teacher's Pet by Imperial Teen]


She's a mixed up kind of girl, The kind you wished you'd never met. A fulsome kind of girl, not so unlike the rest. No, what separated Debra from the others in her circle (meant here in the loose sense, "circle" -- the geometric bond between these girls was formed primarily by the empty space in their middle) was not that she was mixed up. Nor even the rather sundry manifestations that her mixed-upness took. What made Debra [Pronounced "de-BRAW!" by her crazy-nosed step-mother] different was something very simple -- something noticeable only to a few, as the vital differences so often are: She was obsessed with Mr. Albus DeMornay, her history teacher. Now, Obsession makes for exciting commentary, but the simpleness of this case curtails much of its momentum. So we will look now to a page taken from Debra's ["DEEEbs" by her brother Winceton (self-nicknamed The Winchalator, if you're not into that whole brevity thing)] diary, which she kept on her person at all times. For safety. There are few places where self-evident truth can be contorted and mangled and offered a lollipop more effectively than the pages of a high school girl's top secret diary. And few ways in which those contortions can come to life more vividly than in the form of a list. Thusly, what follows is the entry taken from 19 November of this last school year. (On the opposite side of the page is an entry titled "The Vortex of My Sex," and it looks interesting, quite; but unfortunately it is written in a tight inward spiral, and in very tiny print, all attempts to read it have made us feel not well.) Here, then, is the list, entitled,

WHY MR DEMORNAY WILL FINALLY STOP PAYING ATTENTION TO THAT BITCH SIGOURNEY COX AND FINALLY REALIZE WHO HE REALLY LOVES

1) He has compassion in his eyes, all the time, and Sigourney Cox doesn't know what she's looking at, that soul-stabbing whore.

2) SiCox has an ugly, horrible voice and talks way too much.

3) But when his true love finally gathers the courage to raise her hand, which will happen by class discussion of Ch. 6 of A People's History of the United Sates AT THE VERY LATEST, then he will hear her voice is like a song to him and understand that she IS his TRUE LOVE.

4) And like how Zinn says that when the white marauders came they did more than take over this land, they brutalized it, it was like "they took the whole world out of this country." Like Zinn says that, only this will be the opposite: Mr DeMornay will hear what his almost-now true love has to say and look at her eyes and hear her song and realize that,

5) She took the Country from the World, and

6) Now she's teachers pet.

Stop often to check she is with you every lick of the way.

Everybody who reads this blog knows that it is an almost bodily explosion of ideas, wherein every entry represents a symbolic, sensual death that with its last breath offers fresh life to you (the Reader) via its sharp insights and erotically charged irony. A death, yes; yet somehow a regenerative one because each entry magically begets another.

Like le petit morte, after morte after morte after morte.

These sentiments were echoed deliciously by reader Sexy Kiss, who wrote to say that he discovered my blog during a horrid family trip, and it "warmed [him] up with it's curious topic, helped me escape the family madness, and gave me some great ideas for my sexy kissing website." I knew just what he meant. He continued, "If you have time I could use some tips from a pro on my sexy kissing site, but no pressure." The only pressure I felt was the usual tightness in the front of my pants, so I decided to go see what Sexy Kiss-related revelations aPSI had inspired.

I was so pleased:


Getting Into the Ryhthm - French Kissing


* Increase the pressure on her mouth.

* Now pull back and look into her eyes, to make sure she is still interested.

* Then drop your gaze to her lips again.

* If she is hesitant or shy, you can whisper against her lips softly, ‘Give me your tongue’.

* With your tongue trace the outline of her lips.

* Then give her another all encompassing kiss again.

* Next slowly swipe your tongue across her lips where they meet.

* If she is interested and excited, her lips will part automatically (if they aren’t already).

* Now caress her tongue in a light licking motion.

* Don’t push your way in, or be too aggressive.

* You can even suck her tongue gently.


I really felt excited and like I had learned some things that I want to try really soon. But, too I will keep in mind the parting words of Sexy Kiss and "go slow until you have got the hang of controlling all the wet stuff."