vealpen x
Blues .03.03.06
ice pick heels
chanel red nails
lips
ice blue eyes, dirty, dirty blonde hair and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?

vealpen x
.03.03.06
ice pick heels
chanel red nails
lips
ice blue eyes, dirty, dirty blonde hair and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?

vealpen x
JB.03.03.06
ice pick heels
red nails
lips
ice blue eyes, dirty, dirty blonde hair and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?

vealpen x
. JB 03.03.06
ice pick heels
chanel red nails
lips
ice blue eyes and no hesitation
are you moving for
the kill,
Love?

vealpen x
Now

Bordeaux it’s a balmy night it’s cool enough to wear my blazer Warm enough that I can wear an “ironic’ Tee; ironically I know the band on the tee, The über hip woman who I meet at a downtown café thought this was amusing enough to spend the day with me.
We’re a motley Crewe cliques scattered through out the city centre. I am wandering with Pierre(our cherished Professor) and Wes( a 6’ 4” bloke who has become our mate bonding over pub crawls in Strasbourg & Belgium ), as pass we accumulate more and more people from the class. I am in a crowd yet very much alone enjoying a Gitane; why did I quit smoking? Regina, a gregarious woman with a disarming smile, scream’s,” Lets go dancing!” as we pass nightclubs . “We’re I say following . Inside the music pulses. I go to the bar, leaving Regina at a table enlisting Lance to carry drink’s. I am thankful gin is the same word.
When we return, she has been joined by 2 young French women. They introduce themselves, as Tess, and Eve. I am immediately attracted to Tess, she is blonde , tan with tonnes of thick hair, and pale blue eyes he shade of cloudless skies in some tropical country. She’s pulling this gorgeous mounds of hair up. I run my hand through it, and say, si vous pliez, leave it, your hair and you are beautiful ”
“non, too much”, but no longer trying to put it up. She smiles at me and starts dancing.
The rest of the world has just ceased to exist . and there is no hope for me I am lost in the moment, and happily so. I find myself dancing with her . I put my arm around her and pull her close I want to ask her something. She just starts kissing me.. I am no longer aware of anything else. I realise she is putting my hand on her breast. I am not really sure how long this goes on, as I have given myself over completely to the moment. Regina taps me on the she announces, “ we’re leaving au revoiur.” I kiss Tess goodbye for a few minutes , and her friend Eve who presents me each cheek. I am walking out the door and realise I bloody don’t want to go. I bid Regina and Lance goodbye. I go back to my newly discovered land . I see Regina glare, but I really don’t care.
I go back in she’s swirling gracefully on the dance floor, so free., so uninhibited . It’s as if she totally unencumbered by any preconceptions, no past no future just NOW . I love this women, this manifesto, and loathe everything comes before or after. This is in fact a dialect, a theology, a complete belief system and it is all summed up and encapsulated by the figure of Tess under the lights of dance floor and the way she kisses. It is without reserve, hesitation, and completely unfettered by anything or anyone . Our conversation is limited to next to nothing, my French is nearly nonexistent . Her English I fancy a perfect accent enough so its sultry, not so much, that she sounds like Elmer Fudd.. In the moment she is perfect, beautiful and sexy.
Her friend Eve comes and kisses me on both cheeks and a peck on the lips, and leaves French bloke in tow. I look at Tess and she takes my hand and leads me back to the dance floor . We bounce back and forth the table for drinks and the dance floor. She seems not to notice, that I am a truly awful dancer. She occasionally says something and kisses me for a couple of minutes., then either returns to dancing or disappears, only to return say a few words and kiss me. This continues until the lights come on . She takes me by the hands outside gives me a long kiss and says a few words I understand to mean she’s coming with me., when she takes my arm and laces hers through it, and lays her head on my shoulder I start back to my hotel, conversation is very unnecessary, as well as impractical.. She takes my arm, in gentle gesture, smiles and leans her head on me. NOW is bliss, NOW is quiet contentment, NOW is the only place we want to be. We walk saying nothing in the cool spring night.
I am so grateful, that I don’t have a roommate., and we went to the Tabac, and picked-up a couple of litres of Evian which should be a little under room temperature and a bottle of Medoc . I am thinking nothing else is needed. I am so happy to be here NOW
We enter the hotel she holds me a bit tighter, nervous reflex? I stroke her hand on the lift . She follows me off and down to my room. In front of the door I motion open and follow her in. Tess looks around and sits on the bed in gesture which is so natural it is , as I always known her. NOW is brilliant as she looks shy, wanton and serene simultaneously. I kiss her and keep kissing her as clothes fall away and our bodies start coming together. she wants to turn off the light I want to look at her body so tan , lithe. I want to write sings about IT. NOW is brilliant nothing feels backward or studied, It is just the moment it is just brilliant, NOW I am shedding my own clothes and kissing her exploring this beautiful creature. She is perfect. I am entranced and seized by passion . A million new sensations my mind exploding with possibilities. I am not sure what she is saying, but have no doubt that, I am receiving the message. She strokes me as she helps me undress. NOW is all encompassing, nothing exists but the moment and each other nothing has ever come, before nor after. I amazed no tattoos piercing of genitals she is quite tan everywhere except where a small bikini has shielded a small pale triangle with some blond damp hair . She is not even wearing make-up, yet still even in this unmerciful hotel lights which always seems so ambient on brochures , but when there are poorly thought out combinations of florescent lighting with its yellow death pallor , and search light type trac lighting. her nipples stand erect and she moan softly as I kiss her, caress her, lick her soft salty skin.She moans and says encouraging incomphrensible vaguely pornographic things in French she growls , laughs and moans loudly. I caress her slowly as kiss the inside of her thighs . she tightens her legs around my head and takes me in her mouth. I push her back gently. “Non es por tu.
She relaxs and lays back ” looking at me through half closed eyes as I disappear into her sex . I her breathing go short and shallow her slim hips pulse. She starts screaming and her legs are tight around my head her arms around my legs. Until she releases me only straddle my chest then head . She shudders screams aagain, and then again, Tess covered in presiperation lays on top of me a breathing slowly and finally kissing me. She rolls me on top of her wrapping her legs around me and pulling me into her frantically. Screaming “Je adore’! and some other things, that I can’t understand. But need no translation.
NOW is explosive now is pure pleasure. NOW is pure , and existence onto itself.. .

vealpen x: "BlogThis"Tuesday
Rita is a category 5! Flickers and splatters across every channel by weather and news presenters with their pageant smile adding an almost grotesque ambiance. , and newspaper’s proclaim “Monster storm.” The strongest storm ever recorded
Christy is near hysterical, her mother who is visiting is I got to work people leave after frantic phone calls.
Wednesday My day-off starts early various errands the decisions to evacuate have been made. Gathering the dogs all three shot records getting one her vaccinations. Some water, Lunch with the sister sushi and martinis one last moment of civilisation. She is evacuating to Disney Land.
Taking Christy’s mother to the airport. Picking her from my mother’s in meyerland. Who insist I leave my car, and take her civic, because it’s a 4 door, which will make taking the dogs all that much easier. This will ultimately save us from running out of fuel. The trip to intercontinental “right wing dynasty” airport. Takes a good deal longer than usual. I notice there are gas lines everywhere. Exits are closed off on I-45. All day traffic had been light, and then we had been inside the loop not on any high way.
Once in the airport it is not really that crowded. Her mother wants out to dinner then breakfast and come back midmorning. We try to get her on a plane her ticket is for the following week.
The counter agent is very nice, despite her mother’s barking aisle seat! in a heavy German accent. Tonight is impossible, but tomorrow morning is a good possibility. If she can be at the counter no later than 7 A.M. We take her on the tram to the airport hotel. The clerk informs us polititely that not only are they sold out but everything in the city is, as is the state. We leave her in a chair in front a large screen tele screaming get out. Explains. We are leaving at 04:30 A. M. It is not possible to bring her after going out to breakfast. She is lucky and gets a seat on the 09:30 flight to Tucson.
Thursday
04:30 A.M. We leave 290 is inching along we take the feeder. which moves at nearly 10 miles an hour. This is the Indy 500 comparatively speaking. 8 hour we crawl through Houston. Winding our way out of town through subdivisions a connivance store turns into a scene from the Grapes of Wrath, because it has fuel.
There is a group exchanging destinations and origins. It is horrible stories of 12 hours on 6 miles of highway everyone looks exhausted. The lines for the restroom snake around the building. The lines for fuel down the block as the heat covers all in a blanket, and its only 11:00 am the cds are somewhere under the 3 dogs. So its radio and my mother’s Dylan. The radio assures us the contra lanes will give relief. Later the contra lane idea is killed by Giddings/ We both explode in the roasting car, are these people going to let everyone die a slow death to insure some redneck has Easy access to Dairy Queen, Perry is a brilliant example of ineptitude. What processes are going through his mind? He suggest if people had a full tank likely 12 hours ago they had everything. In progress

Tuesday
Rita is a category 5! Flickers and splatters across every channel by weather and news presenters with their pageant smile adding an almost grotesque ambiance. , and newspaper’s proclaim “Monster storm.” The strongest storm ever recorded
Christy is near hysterical, her mother who is visiting is I got to work people leave after frantic phone calls.
Wednesday My day-off starts early various errands the decisions to evacuate have been made. Gathering the dogs all three shot records getting one her vaccinations. Some water, Lunch with the sister sushi and martinis one last moment of civilisation. She is evacuating to Disney Land.
Taking Christy’s mother to the airport. Picking her from my mother’s in meyerland. Who insist I leave my car, and take her civic, because it’s a 4 door, which will make taking the dogs all that much easier. This will ultimately save us from running out of fuel. The trip to intercontinental “right wing dynasty” airport. Takes a good deal longer than usual. I notice there are gas lines everywhere. Exits are closed off on I-45. All day traffic had been light, and then we had been inside the loop not on any high way.
Once in the airport it is not really that crowded. Her mother wants out to dinner then breakfast and come back midmorning. We try to get her on a plane her ticket is for the following week.
The counter agent is very nice, despite her mother’s barking aisle seat! in a heavy German accent. Tonight is impossible, but tomorrow morning is a good possibility. If she can be at the counter no later than 7 A.M. We take her on the tram to the airport hotel. The clerk informs us polititely that not only are they sold out but everything in the city is, as is the state. We leave her in a chair in front a large screen tele screaming get out. Explains. We are leaving at 04:30 A. M. It is not possible to bring her after going out to breakfast. She is lucky and gets a seat on the 09:30 flight to Tucson.
Thursday
04:30 A.M. We leave 290 is inching along we take the feeder. which moves at nearly 10 miles an hour. This is the Indy 500 comparatively speaking. 8 hour we crawl through Houston. Winding our way out of town through subdivisions a connivance store turns into a scene from the Grapes of Wrath, because it has fuel.
There is a group exchanging destinations and origins. It is horrible stories of 12 hours on 6 miles of highway everyone looks exhausted. The lines for the restroom snake around the building. The lines for fuel down the block as the heat covers all in a blanket, and its only 11:00 am the cds are somewhere under the 3 dogs. So its radio and my mother’s Dylan. The radio assures us the contra lanes will give relief. Later the contra lane idea is killed by Giddings/ We both explode in the roasting car, are these people going to let everyone die a slow death to insure some redneck has Easy access to Dairy Queen, Perry is a brilliant example of ineptitude. What processes are going through his mind? He suggest if people had a full tank likely 12 hours ago they had everything

vealpen x:
"BlogThis"Tuesday
Rita is a category 5! Flickers and splatters across every channel by weather and news presenters with their pageant smile adding an almost grotesque ambiance. , and newspaper’s proclaim “Monster storm.” The strongest storm ever recorded
Christy is near hysterical, her mother who is visiting is I got to work people leave after frantic phone calls.
Wednesday My day-off starts early various errands the decisions to evacuate have been made. Gathering the dogs all three shot records getting one her vaccinations. Some water, Lunch with the sister sushi and martinis one last moment of civilisation. She is evacuating to Disney Land.
Taking Christy’s mother to the airport. Picking her from my mother’s in meyerland. Who insist I leave my car, and take her civic, because it’s a 4 door, which will make taking the dogs all that much easier. This will ultimately save us from running out of fuel. The trip to intercontinental “right wing dynasty” airport. Takes a good deal longer than usual. I notice there are gas lines everywhere. Exits are closed off on I-45. All day traffic had been light, and then we had been inside the loop not on any high way.
Once in the airport it is not really that crowded. Her mother wants out to dinner then breakfast and come back midmorning. We try to get her on a plane her ticket is for the following week.
The counter agent is very nice, despite her mother’s barking aisle seat! in a heavy German accent. Tonight is impossible, but tomorrow morning is a good possibility. If she can be at the counter no later than 7 A.M. We take her on the tram to the airport hotel. The clerk informs us polititely that not only are they sold out but everything in the city is, as is the state. We leave her in a chair in front a large screen tele screaming get out. Explains. We are leaving at 04:30 A. M. It is not possible to bring her after going out to breakfast. She is lucky and gets a seat on the 09:30 flight to Tucson.
Thursday
04:30 A.M. We leave 290 is inching along we take the feeder. which moves at nearly 10 miles an hour. This is the Indy 500 comparatively speaking. 8 hour we crawl through Houston. Winding our way out of town through subdivisions a connivance store turns into a scene from the Grapes of Wrath, because it has fuel.
There is a group exchanging destinations and origins. It is horrible stories of 12 hours on 6 miles of highway everyone looks exhausted. The lines for the restroom snake around the building. The lines for fuel down the block as the heat covers all in a blanket, and its only 11:00 am the cds are somewhere under the 3 dogs. So its radio and my mother’s Dylan. The radio assures us the contra lanes will give relief. Later the contra lane idea is killed by Giddings/ We both explode in the roasting car, are these people going to let everyone die a slow death to insure some redneck has Easy access to Dairy Queen, Perry is a brilliant example of ineptitude. What processes are going through his mind? He suggest if people had a full tank likely 12 hours ago they had everything. in progress