Vanillah* Lounge, Insomnia East  
Pseudo Akaash
(love, sex, no-sleep, insanity and some other bollox) 

Nice Stuff

Flammantia Moenia Mundi

  At the bottom of my glass
sparkles a drop of well chilled fluid.
The last sip of the day,
I will save for You.


 Put Your Lips gently round the crystal rim
          (Isn't My Chalice orna(te)mental?)
and absorb the essence of Frozen Margarita
(crystalised sugar, lemon, cyanide and all)


             Drink but..
    Memento Mori, Maure!

 The Sharp Edge Ice Queen of Heaving Grave End
I came from the North Pole, My Tropical Friend..
Aurora Borealis in my cheeks, my name; Heavensend..
A Purple Remedy to an Affliction known as Affection,
(95% menthol, 5% chilli, under the Doc†or's direction.)


                  Drink but..
  Puer Pulcher, memento mori!

I am warning You, (Solo Tu),
        sub Sole nihil novi;

 Spiteful kisses of frost bite
will inspire nothing,
nothing under the Sun,
despite painful elevations.


                 Drink and..
Now spit the bitter-sweet potion out!
            SOS, save Your..

            (keep it on the down-low)


 Save the Last Chunk
of Flesh Venerabilis
  ( I have not ravaged..
        ..or brutalised
                    yet)
to warm my blue lips on.

                 Touch and..
    remember my taste, Moor?


I am an Ice-Cube in deadly motion,
                     (Watch out!)
           sharp, and on-the-edge
enclosed in the flaming walls of my world..


          I'm whirling here,
    yet chilling You there..

 Snow flakes falling on your curly hair,
My Tropical Friend? I came from the North Pole,
           (via an icy vortex that never melts)


 Together might we enter the blackhole,
         enclosed in the flaming walls
    of our Merry-not-go-round World..?


    You're whirling up there..
    Yet I'm falling down here?

    (Crushed Ice and Flesh on Skewers)

    We're landing here..
    Then sailing there..

       Sum mergimurne?
    Where do we......?
To a dead stiffling cage,
             I dare say..
I dare say not,
but whisper;
    (close, feel my touch,
                as I melt
and savagely rob Your Lips
                  of Life)

Out of Pieces of You,
I've torn with my teeth,
in Ravishing Rage of
        (what probably
                   is not)
                    Love,
Exegi Monumentum
just for You..
but..
Eo eo cum eo eo,
and so do You..

.........................................
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  24/04/2004, London 


In debt to *Lucretius, Quintus Horatius Flaccus, 
Agatha Christie, R.Kelly and..Snow. 

* * Exegi monumentum... 
Smutek mnie obrósl kamieniem i trwam, 
wspaniale zalobna.
Kto ja jestem? 
Kamien' nagrobny z wyrytym Twoim imieniem.. 
    Cosmopolitana 
      DaMixRaisTing#2
      London South East
      
      Fair and wise and good and gay?


 Walking up Denmark Hill to meet Daddy Noddi and his girls for coffee at the Fox I passed by the Dog Kennel Hill Ghetto Adventure Playground.
It is a hybrid-kid hang-out, where all the South London "troublings" relieve some of the hyper-tension caused by the general ambience of the Council Estate they're growing up in.

  There're swings and ropes and a wooden shed in the middle of the enclosure, and plenty of dangerous sharp corners one can get seriously damaged on.
 Lots of scars proudly exposed during intimate encounters with females later on in life, will have originated from the boys' less fortunate ducking and diving games on the training ground..

  There's a mini basket-ball court at the road end by the fence.

  As "fair" as Michael Jackson and as young as some of the artist's playmates, "Cabrito" plays basket-ball with his mates from the block.
His messy over-grown afro-mop is already bleached out by the April Sun.
 Surrounded by a flock of young wapiti of a "mongrel" stock (mostly darker-skinned than himself), he possesses the two qualities truly desired in a "black" child by the both of the worlds: white skin and the Sangre Caliente.

  His Momma's pride (she must be white, look at the state his hair's in!), he is agile, quick and never misses a shot (!), little ladies love him too, although he seems unaware of his charm still.

  Moving over to the stage-centre...
It is dark inside of the large wooden shed in the middle of the playground.
 The more mature "Carvus Larvae" and their Teenage Lady-Companions gathered in there for the purpose of privacy and the extra-romantic touch delivered by the occasional sun beam penetrating the cracks in the wooden planks..

  Here an experienced wild-life spotter can observe some early pre-mating games performed by the young of the Homo Sapiens.
  Solely for the purpose of this story we'll look at the team leader, a prime example of the LDNA (London DNA) species, a tall light-skinned male wapiti of around 14yrs of age.
 His hair, carefully covered with a baseball cap over a white bandana, is neatly arranged in tiny plaits.
 Very image conscious from the early start in his life of a LDNA Larva , there is a fully developed perpetrator in his stride, he is soon to meta-morph into a fully matured Lady Killer.
 The latest accessories (including a mobile phone) nonchalantly littered around his persona give him the status of the local Fashion Guru.

"Mun! Ah noh, babes, what's hot and what's not."

  He walks the drunken sailor walk no white man could ever deliver satisfactorily without raising a few eyebrows.
 He talks the rap-melody talk no budding Eminem would ever be ashamed of.
 His voice (already broken) with an occasional high pitched tone squeaking through the thoughtfully engineered chat-up lines is meant to be heard at the far end of the Lady Corner of The Shed.

"What do I need the fragrance for, mun!? The ladies just line up and go, "Oooh! ", anyway, mayt!"

 To the cockerel's crow the Hen Shed responds with a loud laughter..

tbc
April 23, 2004


Vee says, 'I can't be arsed to finish this one...sorree - u do it - and tell me'

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*VANILLA
any tropical climbing orchid of the genus Vanilla, esp. V.planifolia, with fragrant flowers...
Spanish, "vainilla" - pod, diminutive of "vaina" -sheath , pod, from Latin "vagina"

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