...Shaped by the primal geometry? No, the conch shell is primal geometry. It's perfect logarithmic spiral coils from the left to the right around an axis of fundamental truth.  A house exuded by the dream of it's inhabitants.  It is the finest example of the architecture of imagination, the logic of desire...

A calcified womb, a self propelled nest, the conch shell outlasts its tenant, its builder, to go on alone, reminding the world's forgetful of their watery sexuality.

Mermaid's tongue. Milkmaid's ulcer, Courtesan's powder box.  Ballerina's musk. With its marvelous pinkness, the glow from Chonch Shell's long, smooth folded aperture saturated the cave.  It was a bonbon pink, a tropical pink; above all, a feminine pink....

....We are so enamored with ourselves to the fact that most of the action in the universe is unfolding outside our range, occurring at speeds so much slower or faster than our own that it is hidden from us as if by...a veil.......Tom Robbins ~ skinny legs and all...♥...

...."Why is it" Boomer asked .."that beer goes to your head faster in the daytime than it does after dark?"...Must have something to do with the light.....

... veils of ignorance, disinformation, and illusion seperate us from that which is imperative to our understanding of our evolutionary journey, sheild us from the Mystery that is central to being....

"I'm afraid Mr. Stick is naive......"Not naive ...Conch Shell had corrected him..."He simply has not been taught to fear the things you fear."....Tom Robbins ~skinny legs and all ...♥..

She was a goddess; rather, she was the Goddess, the Great Mother, The Light of the World.....she had more phases than the moon...the Goddess was changeable and playful, because she looked upon natural chaos as lovingly as she did natural order, because her warm feminine intuition was often at odds with cool masculine reason......

...if Painted Stick and Conch Shell are permitted to leave the cave....and if nobody stops Salome from dancing..the first veil may one day soon be dropping...Tom Robbins - skinny legs and all ...♥...

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"....perhaps the cave would shelter them, provide them a warm cozy haven..where they might launch their carnal canoe.....they would still be out in nature, but as snug as if swallowed up by the turkey....."have you done any spelunking?" Ellen Cherry asked as she arranged the picnic....

....then...with what intensity they stared into each other's eyes......but..alack..in an instant.."jezebel" ..she whispered....

Imagine...the leather-bound book being dragged from a shelf, the turning of it's thick, heavy, expensive pages..Then, imagine the young girl in her nervousness knocking over the quart of mescal worm,...freeing the mescal worm, which comes to life and tries to organize a revolution in a basket of nacho-flavored chips...

Those were the kind of noises that....Comes to life ...it was spooky...but .....in addition to Boomer's sweat-caked sock, they had left behind ...in the cave a fine silver spoon...and a can of beans.....

....Who's Astarte????" ~ ..skinny legs and all... ♥

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Once upon a time, there was a quiet little village in the French countryside, whose people believed in Tranquilité - Tranquility. If you lived in this village, you understood what was expected of you. You knew your place in the scheme of things. And if you happened to forget, someone would help remind you. In this village, if you saw something you weren't supposed to see, you learned to look the other way. If perchance your hopes had been disappointed, you learned never to ask for more. So through good times and bad, famine and feast, the villagers held fast to their traditions. Until, one winter day, a sly wind blew in from the North.......But the clever north wind was not satisfied. It spoke of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought, people yet to be loved .....By someone ....in time..... ~ fin

....in the haunted house of life...art is the only stair that doesn't creak........glancing over his shoulder at her, ....regarding her,  as he often did...as a lost continent...about to be rediscovered....~skinny legs and all

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