Monday, October 26, 2009
The F#Ked Fairie
I was drawn to that cork tonight. I open maybe two, sometimes three bottles of wine a night, and I never look at the cork. Sure, I smell it. I feel it. I save it in a pitcher. However, tonight I looked at it. To my amusement, I saw a fairie getting fucked by a bunch of grapes. Essentially, my life has unfolded in much the same way, like that poor fairie whos privacy had been pissed on. Quite frankly I thought maybe, if I looked hard enough, I could see her facial expression. Did she like it? Was she distressed? Was she going to cum? Perhaps, if I listened hard enough, maybe I could even hear her moaning. Would she have to take a Plan B? When she was fufilled, would she quietly slip away to clean the juices off herself? Then I realized I was being selfish again (I frequently am). Dipping into this fairies most intimate moment, I felt slightly buzzed; a light-hearted wine buzz. I thought: Did I really need to know all the details? I mean, the simple fact that I was looking at a love scene on a wine cork should be sufficient, right? Twently minutes later, the cabernet gone, I came to a conclusion. Nothing ever happens the way you imagine it should, or the way you want it to. We go on, fumbling with day to dayness, trying not to fuck up too badly. We dream our big dreams and have passion and live with desire. We move forward and do the best we can. With any type of luck whatsoever, our big dreams become our reality. In my dream my love forgives me. In my dream, my love becomes my groom. In my dream my kids love me. They forgive me, also. And in my dream my groom and my children become one. I, in turn, become theirs. And, in the end, I don't have to ask for forgiveness anymore. I want to be lie the fairie that was caught getting fucked by the grapes. I am sure she wasn't wanting her privacy to be diminished. Perhaps she didn't want to be taken out of the darkness and brought into the light, her every detail being examined. No, it wasn't what she was expecting, but the wine, in the end, was fucking yummy!
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