24 October 08 - 19:05od 13
DFL’S COMMENTS ON ‘ODALISQUE’ BY PF JEFFERY
Chapter 13 – Sale
Here I learn about ‘vambraces’ and ‘synonyms’. Tuerqui writes about these but still evidently not a semi-colon girl:
A lash across my buttocks told me that our business in the tent was done, I hurried toward the exit – beyond Henrietta’s table – closely followed by Giggli.
Much talk of Tuerqui being sold as a slave (to Madame Scurf of the Laughin’ Phallus in Dorkin’ as it turns out), stitched by poignant memories of her daughter Tuerquelle and interaction with the revolving plot.
Snippets I particularly enjoyed (although I enjoy it all):
her name was Camellia[1][1] or something of the sort – sucking the blood from a young lady’s ...
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18 August 08 - 19:50Floaters
Unpublished?
As ever, floating in my eyes were thousands of little particles that most people were never able to see. That I had the knack of pin-pointing them was once discovered almost by accident when my eyelids were closed in a room darkened except for a TV screen on strobe mode. And, then, I saw the floaters, wobbling up and down like a cross between ballroom dancers and cells under a microscope. Most normal people, when they shut their eyes tight, either in direct sunlight or in complete darkness, they can conjure forth variations on psychedelia: kaleidoscopic patterns and darting pointilliste dream-paintings. And all manner of self-imaginings. Like faces never seen before: utter strangers who sometimes smiled, sometimes cried and, even, sometimes, grew plug ugly, thin-lipped and squeeze-eyed. Yet, all in the mind. All in an era which was too new to count.
*My* ...
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