The amatory ambit which I occupy indicates, to the ears of my heart, that
I am the succulentstrumpet sometimes called succubus; and it is I to whom you succum/b. My scribbl/es are ascribed to Scribes, all of whom scrieve, for example, scriveners, a penman, and amanuensis.
Just scratching lead to papyrus.
Ambit: (n) that which bounds; a boundary; also the sphere or scope; circumference.
Amatory: designed to excite love, sexual love specifically .
Succulent: the quality of being juicy and fleshy.!
Strumpet: a prostitute.
Succum: as under a burden, yield; to die.
Succumb: to sink down.
Scrieve: to glide swiftly along; Also, to reel off, as a story.
Succubus: a class of demon who has intercourse with humans while they sleep
Scribbl/es: to write or draw hastily or carelessly; to fill or cover something with careless or worthless writings or drawledenvelope; a piece of writing or a drawing that is done quickly or carelessly
•amanuensis: (n) one employed to write from dictation or to copy manuscript like a calligrapher, copyist, or scribe.
In Latin, the phraseservus a manutranslates loosely as “slave with secretarial duties.” (The nounmanu, meaning “hand,” gave us words such asmanuscript, originally meaning a document written or typed by hand.
In the 17th century the second part of this phrase was borrowed into English to createamanuensis, a word for a person who is employed (willingly) to do the important but sometimes menial work of transcribing the words of another.
writing to you as A’ licentious Alice, a chalice, from AL by way of LA origin-ally, with houndstooth donned:
It is the sense of loving the moment. It is remembering the sensation of meta/physical love and then remembering the sensation of how it feels to lose it. That ache. That sense of how many times will they wreck me?. How many times will I play the Fool?
Again and again.
Why lose the Fool of yourself? If I killed the Fool inside to be hip, where did the real me go? With whom do you share your inner fool? Can guarding it be anything authentic?
In this mp3 and streaming world, a mix CD burned,
a cassette tapemade,
breaks my heart right open. Is that why we have one?
This is not sadness; it is a necessary devouring of self.