: EVERY MOMENT IS LOVELY, YES :

{ matryoshka }

There is a secret burlesque show inside a hot dog stand inside an unknown hat shop inside a midnight nightclub inside a speakeasy. She said if I came, she would let me eat her nipples. Secret knock: bribe the bouncer: tip the cap: bacon-wrapped with avocados and sour cream. I step inside a red telephone booth, close the folding door. The phone rings, I answer. A trap door springs and I fall onto a tall stool. The room is barely lit. A stuffed bear growls on the wall and his claws are out to be manicured. I order a drink made with blue flame and the bartender tosses the fire back and forth between two steel mixers and her face glows in the light and she pours the fire into a thick glass with jagged ice. Her hair is a gold beehive that shoots to the ceiling. The floor is pillows, the walls are leather. A dock rope with knots descends from somewhere that is dark. She flicks her long pink tongue and hisses. Butterflies swarm the top of her beehive, pluck some pins, and it collapses in long cascading curls. She climbs the rope, whips her hair around and it turns to smoke and wraps itself around my arms and legs and it is time to eat.


~O~

22 x like a billion = how much I love you:

K said...

Image after image, incredibly vivid.

~otto~ said...

Thanks, K. When you come to New York, we can go there ;-)

Kevin said...

Only in New York. I love it.

~otto~ said...

Kevin, this city is batshit awesome, and that may or may not have happened ;-)

TC said...

Thus is definitely brilliant vivid absolutely literal plan oral A material, please take me there when I come to your town in my dreams.

If I could figure out how to do a fake identity I would choose an exotic female name Otto, but my Google Account is a prison house.

So let's just say I have been bound and gagged and am on the ground in a parking lot typing this with my toes on the laptop of a beautiful authoritarian woman from Odessa named "Arypo".

~otto~ said...

We already have a reservation, Tom. And once again I am astounded at your ability to pick up on things such as Odessa. Indeed, her name is classic Russian: "Arypo." Or maybe Texan.

Ashwin Sodhi said...

he takes me there all the time, and still i can never find my own way. otto, it was somewhere along the magic realism line just past delirium tremens, or something like that, wasn't it?

~otto~ said...

Ash, that's about right but upside down and backsideways up to the left.

ana c. said...

orgasm

~otto~ said...

Ana C, I see my work here is done. No need to write again, life goal accomplished, bucket list complete. It was fun everybody! Have great lives (and orgasms)!

:-P

boing

gamefaced said...

sum good stuff nice trip reactions.

~otto~ said...

gamefaced, let's run away together and eat hot dogs and smoke.

~otto~ said...

(I mean eat smoke not smoke smoke, that's gross)

sarah said...

otto otto otto
i want to give a bear a manicure

~otto~ said...

sarah, get your clippers, let's go

swine said...

man i miss that city.

~otto~ said...

swine, it misses you too. It told me the other night. It wants you back.

swine said...

a vivid memory of ye oul' Times Square, 1986: walking about the porno joints, going into a little VHS store, seeing an ENTIRE FUCKIN (no pun seriously) SECTION called: "Ron Jeremy Fucks Fat" (in which, of course, "rugchest" himself is doing the nasty with...overweight women). also, i miss cars with big fins.

~otto~ said...

That sounds a little like how I imagine Heaven.

TC said...

Otto,

The sheer generosity of your imagination is but another of y/our blessings.

Something tells me you would even/also have loved 1986 in Romania.

The power of positive memory reconstruction shall know no bounds!

It's like I told you long ago: Big Two-Hearted River, your astral home.



("parry", it says here. What is this, a word verification bot or a fencing instructor??)

~otto~ said...

Tom, thanks. Since you mentioned Big Two-Hearted River to me way back, I have read it many times. On first read, I was dumbly confused. On second read, it was a revelation, even though I still didn't know what was going on. But on all the subsequent reads, and there have been many, it opens up to me a little more. I hope I never think I understand it, because then I would just be fooling myself into something that probably wasn't true. It is better for me, I think, to let it wash over me, and just feel it. It feels great. Thanks again.

PS -- I wasn't able to make it to Romania in '86, but I bet it was awesome ;-) Like Paris but not. (I did make it to Paris in '86. Arrived on Christmas morning and the cabby stole $100 bucks from me, a child. Better than being shot, I suppose, or forced into slavery under Bela Karoli.)

TC said...

I knew it, Otto. The cabby recognized your big heart(s).

Don't they say one of those is born every minute?



(I cannot tell a lie: "croctene", almost a Pinocchioesque word verification... oh well I guess, when in Rome...ania.)

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