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V. there's hardly any moon at all tonight BUT the stars are falling if you can, watch to the west.

I don't know ... my mind hasn't moved past what you're wearing...

... ...I think I better go to bed now...

.. uh, by the way.. I was wearing a very nice charcoal-grey, scoop-neck T-shirt with my panties.. (I mean, I wasn't just sitting around at the computer topless, in other words.. just to set the record straight).. (sorry to disappoint, though)..

kwills wrote:Yawn... I've just come back from saving Andromeda A.K.A Princess Violet,from the Kraken in Krakow.Good job I caught on to Hennings evil plan! I must admit Pegasus is a fine specimen of a horse that can also fly and I never fell off him,not once! I need to teach Buckalot some better manners I think. The King's sword came in mighty handy to chop off the head of Medusa thank goodness for all the hard work that Kissy k put in polishing it! I didn't even need a shield as the sword shone so brightly I could see her coming on the pristine blade and voila off with her head! Actually,when she saw the size of the sword I think it mesmerized her,she sort of stood there with her hair hissing and writhing,someone should have recommended her a good hair conditioner if you ask me.

[from Wikipedia]: Andromeda was a princess from Greek mythology who, as divine punishment for her mother's bragging, was chained to a rock as a sacrifice to a sea monster. She was saved from death by Perseus, her future husband. Her name is the Latinized form of the Greek Ἀνδρομέδη (Andromédē). The traditional etymology of the name is "to think of a man," from ἀνήρ, ἀνδρός (anēr, andrós) "man" combined with μήδομαι (mēdomai) "to think, to be mindful of."

The subject has been popular in art since classical times. In the Christian period the subject was converted into the legend of St George and the Dragon, but from the Renaissance interest revived in the original story, typically as derived from Ovid's account.

In Greek mythology, Andromeda was the daughter of Cepheus and Cassiopeia, king and queen of the kingdom Ethiopia. Her mother Cassiopeia bragged that she was more beautiful than the Nereids, the nymph-daughters of the sea god Nereus and often seen accompanying Poseidon. To punish the Queen for her arrogance, Poseidon, brother to Zeus and god of the Sea, sent a sea monster (a cetus) to ravage the coast of Ethiopia including the kingdom of the vain Queen. The desperate King consulted the Oracle of Zeus, who announced that no respite would be found until the king sacrificed his virgin daughter Andromeda to the monster. She was chained naked to a rock on the coast of Jaffa.

Perseus, returning from having slain the Gorgon Medusa, found Andromeda and slew the cetus. He set her free, and married her...

.. oh, I thought all of this was a dream, kw-uh bo-- uh, Perseus.. actually, it was Georges and I that used to sail the seven seas on a Pegasus.. (the horse gets around, it seems).. oh, and Medusa was there too??.. hmm.. we do tend to mix 'n match around here.. yes, but about my being chained to a rock -- I mean, that's what I call having a charming family.. (figures)..

.. well, valiant [dreamlike] antics aside, kw-- bond.. you also have some 'splainin' to do.. as per..

kwills wrote: Well, Buckalot we have to have a practice session on this cannon in case of an attack from enemy forces,so let's see the instructions Boss left for us................hmmm...........how much gunpowder? study the chart..hmm..where's the chart? oh never mind I'll try a little bit.Hey! Buckalot why did you kick me? look what you made me do I've spillt all the gunpowder into the cannon thingy! Silly sausage, I don't prefer Pegasus you're the best horse in the world no need to be jealous!
Now then stand back I'm going to light the fuse and hope for the best,hooves on ears Buckalot!

OH MY! OH MY!!! We've just demolished MI6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She's going to kill me!

.. now, b.b... when you saw you spilt the gun powder into the cannon.. did you think maybe it wasn't quite the time to BLOW UP MI6!!!!!!!!!!!!!.... (geez)..

.. anyway.. [I am seeing red].. things are a bit more complicated than you might realize, b.b... Now, thanks to the 9/11 info. analysis work I did for MI6, I know full well that Humpty Dumpty alone could not have taken down that building.. ('course MI6 never actually used my info. analysis data on the 9/11 material.. hmm.. I wonder why that was.. oh, well, you say tomato.. and I say there's something terribly rotten in Denmark).. (don't get me started.. I still have some chance of having a good day today).. ANYWAY.. the point is.. as anyone who studied 9/11 carefully could deduce, that MI6 building, baby bond, was pulled as per a controlled demolition, which takes a lot of planning, etc.. IN OTHER WORDS.. you're being used as what's called a "PATSY," kwills, uh, bond.. yes, it sounds like a cute little Irish term of endearment, but it's rather crappy, if you ask me.. Now we need to see if the evilish Queen Cate and that monstrous Henning is behind all of this, and I suspect they are.. (I mean, we have very few players after all, and so who else could it be??)..

.. so.. uh, k-- bond.. you need to lay low for a while.. the whole kingdom now things you're some sort of evilish terrorist or something.. I mean, to think a little tin-can baby wearing nappies and wielding an over-sized sword could single-handedly take down MI6.. (believe me if it was that easy I'd have done it myself).. I mean, that's almost as stupid as saying a bunch of Muslim dudes wielding box cutters managed to take down-- oh, never mind..

.. okay, well.. Oh-- Gad.. this could mean, and probably DOES mean it was an inside job.. which means there has got to be survivors (some of my bosses, no doubt).. This also means that the evilish queen and Henning are in cahoots with some top MI6 personnel.. I'd send you out, bond bon, to investigate all this.. but I fear for your life.. the whole kingdom wants to do with your head what you did to Medusa's (!)..

.. oh, woe is me.. t'have seen wha--

I've got to pull myself together -- I've got to-- Oh, by the way, interesting the etymology on "Andromeda".. "to think of a man".. hmm.. I can't imagine what that might be referring to..


.. [Violet of the Far Away Eyes, takes out her vellum.. and commences to


My dearest Lordship,

I am under great strain at the moment, but still, my feelings
for you only get worse somehow.. I mean.. I still think of you
upon waking up.. and you're there.. at the back of my mind,
even when I'm doing other things..
.. I don't know what to do, really.. if I could just have you in
my arms.. just a for a moment.. it might help me through the
rest of the day.. but.. you are a distance away.. and so..
oh, and I'm sure you are busy with other things.. and maybe
you don't even have the time, or even the inclination to read
these messages, which I'm sure my efficient white dove very
efficiently delivers.. so.. it's something of a heart ache.. that
I don't even know if I'm even reaching you.. even as my whole
body is aching for you.. especially today.. especially right now..
I mean, I'm feeling.. well, rather sad.. and tender..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgLQ5LSWC-Q
FULL SCREEN..

ever,
your v i o l e t (stem).. xx x

Whining? Whining? me? Whine? stomps foot in a temper, I do all sorts of dangerous stuff to please Sweet Princess Violet,I get sent to Cambodia to kill a psychotic General who turns out to be Marlon Brando! Not only that but in a leaking boat,wait a minute wait a minute, Kissy K pulled the plug out of that boat, could that mean she's a double agent? Is she the one trying to kill me?
I disguise myself as a Cabbage Patch Doll only to be thrown out of the pram by a spoilt brat and land on my face,which I can safely assure you hurts a great deal and doesn't do a lot for ones good looks!
I undertook a most dangerous mission to spy on The Dastardly Evil Cackling Queen Cate of the very short name and Henning in the dark and dingy cellar,only to slip on a conveniently placed bar of soap!
I get told to use the cannon and follow the instructions on the gun powder chart,which of course happens to have gone missing and was fortunate to escape with my life!
Yep,someone is trying to...to..KILL ME! Please Violet don't let it be you I..I..couldn't stand the thought of that...you're not a double agent are you!? Oh sweet Violet no it couldn't be you I'm just getting all confused and bewildered and lost and muddled and ..well you get the picture don't you? The Dastardly Evil Cackling Queen Cate is the only person who seems to care for me...............maybe she's the good guy...girl..woman?
I think I'm going mad all this thinking is hurting my poor little brain!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtHIh6Kpl5c

P.S Andromeda was a fortunate name for you (to think of a man) good piece of research V.xx

Great clip kwills…That man was a genius….

Who would want to be completely sane in this crazy world?

Ok kwills…er…b bond…Yes… someone could be trying to kill you…Just because you’re paranoid, doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you!! I’m sure it’s not ‘M’ (though she would like to sometimes), and it’s not me…I wouldn’t harm a hair on that lickle head of yours…so as V pointed out, we are a bit thin on the ground, so it could only be Cate or Henning…(don’t even consider the King…he hasn’t even got the energy to get UP)…Or one of the boys upstairs (if this is the case then I suspect your days are numbered!)…But then when you think of it…who is the person that messes up all the assignments and causes the most mayhem? …They always say it’s the person you least expect!!!!!!

Lady Kissy K (pussy)
xx

A LETTER FOR THE PEOPLE OF CUMMALOT AND SPYVILLE
Dear Friends,Foes and Inbetweeners (readers)

I have a confession to make,this might come to a shock for most of you here,as I know you think highly of me as being a most sensible and intelligent little person,but ever since I started my humble contributions here on the poetry section of the forum,and having come to somewhat know and love the strange and wonderful characters here (some more strange than others but still wonderful) I have begun to hear voices in my head.
Ahem,excuse me just clearing my throat to make sure you can hear me properly. I was beginning to get a little concerned when all of a sudden it dawned on me!
It's my kwiff! I mean Quiff! it's a radio antenna! I've been hearing V,boss ,M through my quiff! Was it you Karren B that first brought up the subject of my kw...quiff? and what it was for? It must have been Q who invented it for Bond Kwills IS Bond character and that's why I've been hearing these strange voices in my head! AND I THOUGHT I WAS GOING SLIGHTLY MAD HA! HA! HA!!!!!

Anyway S.P.V whenI am In my Bond kwills IS Bond character no need for pigeons or doves just whisper in my hair! um whisper in the walkie talkie and I'll hear it through the hairline! (that is if my concussion from the explosion has cleared up. I'm still hearing ringing in my ears!

Kissy k,the Lady forever in waiting to become a lady,I wish you sucksess to bring the King UP to scratch he seems to be very lazy,always lying about letting you do all the work, maybe I.F could give you a hand?Whip him into shape type of thing,he seems to like lashes or is it that lasses?

Time for bed now getting very sleepy,goodnight you lovely people,from the weird and wonderful world of Dreamalot.

Much kisses xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

.. well, kw-- uh, bond bon.. speak for yourself as to strangeness.. I'm perfectly sane -- in an insane environment, that is.. and I'm not just referring to "Dreamalott".. (you're quite good at those, by the way)..

.. so the little kwills quiff has telecommunication properties, does it?..

.. on a side note.. I know a fairly reliable hawk, actually.. (not quite as good as my efficient white dove, but then he doesn't blab, which is a plus).. but I thought I'd have him swoop down on you if ever you were -- well, in more trouble than usual.. and just grab you by that quiff of yours, and whisk you to safety.. I'll tell him to go easy, though.. now that I know you're hooked up..

.. well.. I've lots to do today.. but I wanted to continue a, well, private conversation I was having, if you don't mind.. we'll reconvene once that concussion heals up.. remember to lay low though.. you are in grave danger, remember.. oh, and I'm hearing there's some MI6 personnel that plan on sending you to Guantanimo or something, so bone up on your Spanish.. I don't think your torturers will know much English.. (not that such details really matter, actually)..

signing off for now.. your doting boss, M.



.. [Violet.. still atop her tower, commences, yet again, another letter to her beloved Lordship]..


My dearest Lordship,

Well.. yesterday had to come to an end. I was in a fever
of wanting you so much -- and how does one live like
that?..
What is this life, that we must come to terms with its
day to day necessities.. even as we may sometimes need
to succumb to the deeper workings of things -- of ourselves?..
I was thinking of your sad eyes.. looking into them, and
seeing there that perhaps you wanted to be known.. and
in that moment I wanted to truly know you..
.. but it's so different.. I mean, when one allows.. when
one doesn’t worry, or become anxious about.. well, about
climactic finishes, shall we say.. but if instead.. we were to
just let love's tides take us out unto its mysterious workings..
away from our recognizable moorings.. then who knows what
we might discover in each other's eyes?..
.. keep letting go.. I told myself.. keep opening up.. open up
this sore cavity of myself.. so to let you ever deeper inside
of me.. your eyes nearly mesmerizing me.. your eyes..
allowing me.. whatever of me.. your eyes..

No, one can’t live in this foreign place forever.. out at sea..
awash in its wonder.. awash in you.. awash in me..
.. but having gone there.. then the day light is slightly altered.
I am happy for having gone there with you.. happy in feeling
you about me in the daytime.. sad maybe, but happy still to feel
you inside me..
.. I am happy.. with just the sea foam about my toes..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WI_9czYE ... re=related
FULL SCREEN..

ever,
your v I o l e t (stem).. xx x


edits.. I thought I'd put Violet atop her tower, just to set the mood more..
.. oh, and as I take some breaks today.. I've tweaked the letter some.. (my lord)..

Dear kwills…Bond…Sir F…(Gee it’s nice to know who your talking to!)

Just have to let you know that you are not alone in the quiff affliction…I too had quiff problems early on…fortunately I grew out of mine…Maybe if I had known it was a radio antenna, I might have kept it…(I would like to know where your on and off switch is?)…So you aren’t going mad after all…what a relief, … by the way can you get classic FM? …



This was on a relaxed day...some days it looked like a wave you could surf on...

True I’ve not quite made Lady status yet so I’ll have to be content with being called Mistress for a while longer! And I am sure I can whip the King into submission…er …shape…He’s not lazy just easily worn out…Ummm, must do something about that…maybe some viag…Um…some vitamins…

It’s probably past your bedtime that’s why you’re so tired…whatever you do don’t let the queen tuck you in…She’s a bit to eager with those ratchet straps…

Lady Kissy K...Pussy G...Agent Orange...
xx

soooo cute - both you and Kwills could have been Gerber babies.

so the quiff is the stylish punk thing that you've got goin on.

Yep...Got the safety pins as well

Karren
xx

Hey Karren B could be a Teddy Boy and I could be a Mohican!