Take the Cur

via Daily Prompt: Cur

 

Frank Flâneur leaned on his walking stick just outside the saloon. Some might say he was lollygagging, but to the trained eye he was clearly dilly dallying. The few damp crumpled bills in his vest pocket would not get him through the night so a new enterprise was clearly needed in the quest for the elusive spondulix.

As luck would have it she just happened to be hustling her bustle down the boulevard at this precise moment. Standard Moxie was tightly contained in her serious whalebone corset which caused her bosoms to well up over her marginally proper neckline. Frank was captured by the approaching silhouette, enticed by the sideshow cameo, and ensnared into the jetstream of her bustle as it bounced and bobbled down the planked sidewalk.

Standard’s hourglass figure put many exertions into this confirmed flâneur’s beady brain. Exertions that he hoped would extract enough shekels and sumptuous diversions to pass this day and perhaps trail into a weekend of surreptitious and languid luxuries. Standard Moxie’s brief over the shoulder glance upon her stiff passage was all the encouragement this feral cur required. He twirled his waxed mustache, smoothed his gabardine trousers, checked his reflection in the tavern window, and gave himself a wink.

The game was afoot!

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Daily Prompt: When the Moon Hits…

via Daily Prompt: Visceral

So I walked into my local Viscereia for a nice slice of viscera. They gave me so many choices of viscus toppings I just broke down and proclaimed, “Bile em high!”

To this day I will never understand the proprietor’s visceral reaction to my request.

 That’s Amore

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Daily VapoFi

via Daily Prompt: Delivery

Delivery Systems.

Once upon a time it would have been impossible to imagine an ambling ramble through the woods without my favorite nicotine delivery system. That was back when it was simple paper tubes stuffed with leaves, often with a fiber filter used as a false sense of safety feature on this system. But inhaling smoke from burning leaves is what it is. Now the price and complexity of nicotine delivery systems has escalated to truly systemic proportions. But my monkey, lizard, and concept to be identified later brain speaks as one with a resounding “No thank you.”

So I take my peaceful easy feeling delivery system of shimmering prurient phantasms from people and places that always have been, will be, and still are in their given moment; no matter what subterfuge my perception delivers to them.

Meanwhile, smoke em if ya got em and deliver us from systemic temptations. 

Now will someone please show me the diagram for this delivery system.

 

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Daily PastFi

via Daily Prompt: Glaring

Glaring mistakes are never as glaring as when I make them. But there they are. As a matter of fact those errors in due course often seem to have a glow all their own. Such as the gleam in the eyes of a googly eyed romantic such as myself. But as my past glares back at me I can only say it seemed like a good idea at the time.

So as I amble down the shimmering bike path of life I know the spicy carousel of my existence has been very good to me.

Thank you.

Yes, even the glaring omissions I see glowering at me from a distance. But they wouldn’t be omissions if I hadn’t omitted them.

New glasses help.

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Daily AdFi

via Daily Prompt: Spicy

Once off the carousel of my youthful pursuits my long thin blond animal traded me in for another and I found my life in TV Fi land. There I met the complete opposite. A short raven haired lacivious luscious ball of fire with dangerous curves in the most delightful places.

She was one specey spicy meatball.

 

Her cuisine was always a delight and never required an Alka Seltzer chaser.

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Daily Denial

Before the crack of dawn Katie finally barred the door at the Kiel Over Inn with that heavy metal beam. Only after a thorough wipe down and a vast quantity of bleach. She batted her large blue eyes at the inspector hoping the dormant and departed Standard Moxie and Libby Snippy would remain mute in their obscured cranny at Koehring Grand Central House. Katie’s only regret was that the battered and mangled Cyrus Plush had been discovered before she could place him to decay with his two decadent damsels for all of eternity.

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Daily Squeak

via Daily Prompt: Gate

As luck would have it Katie emerged after luxuriating in her Tiparillo smoke filled stall just in time to see Standard, Libby, and Cyrus exit the Kiel Over Inn’s swinging saloon doors. Needless to say Katie did not bar the doors at this moment, but rather exited out the back with the heavy metal door bar in tow. With only the squeak of the side gate to give away her pursuit which went unnoticed by our trio as geometrical possibilities and sweet satiation visions pulsed through them all.

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