amanda/john paul ziller

"i've heard that you were married before, john paul. what happened ? where is she now? and so forth."
"she was the daughter of a kansas city meatpacker. a frail debutante sopping up culture while working as a secretary for my gallery in new york. on our wedding trip we went to ceylon to hunt flying foxes, a species of bat.one became entangledd in my bride's hair and i awoke to find her squeaking like a dying bat while hanging naked upside down from a rafter. sooon afterward, she entered an asylum. her daddy had everything efficiently annuled. now i understand she's one of the leading socialites in kansas city. though subject to embarassing attacks. one night at the opera .... "
another sickening silence. both were ashamed of their indulgences. they could sense a taint on their karmas. gradually, however, ziller climbed into a smile. from amanda, a diffident giggle. in a moment, the two of them were laughing - freely and deliriously, like children tickled in their cribs by a roguish uncle. their mouths mashed together, hotly, moistly. his gentle hand kneaded her breasts, then slid down her belly and into her panties. her clitoris perked like a bud, buzzed like a cicada. he grew masculine to an improper degree.
most of the night they did it, laughing and biting. waking in the morning with rhinestone crustations on their eyelids and the butt end of a rainbow filling their tiny room.

BROTHERS IN BLOOM

...heard the mission bell

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note to self :

in bloom
dazed & confused
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Vogue Nippon July 2011
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