Fractured fairy tales from a 50-something
It was one of the last true snowfalls of winter. The snow danced, the wind sang, the trees quivered and snuggled into their fresh white blanket. Robert Frost and Walt Whitman waxed and waned on the excellence of Minnesota winters. Piggy perched in quiet solitude…gently framed in thoughts of spring…and Piggy frolicking…
Piggy is hopping mad and he’s not going to take it anymore. Those of you who make fun of St. Reptilicus are in deep doo-doo. Piggy has sworn to do the Feral Piggy Dance on your forehead until you admit that: Read the rest of this entry »
Last night the Diva Drew and I were watching a little TV. Luckily, our video coma was interrupted by previews of a movie called “The Ruins”.
It was late. They’d reached the bottom of the box of cheap drunken tramp and disco CDs were scattered across the floor. They’d been consumed by the feral Piggy dance. Their lips had brushed and then clung in quiet desperation. And now they stared across the rumpled pillows into each other’s eyes. Piggy’s tenderloins ached with desire for her…they both knew it was wrong…what would the neighbors think? What would her girlfriends think? What would Dick Cheney think? Ahhh…screw Dick Cheney. She stared into those Piggy eyes and was swept up in the flames of desire…
By the way. For those of you who want to know who St. Reptilicus is, think of him as a psychotic Dionysus. Or as a giant grasshopper from Mars with psychic abilities. Either one is appropriate.
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