The Devil Is In My Details

I'm a poet, a pirate, a pauper and pagan, at times prophetic and often pragmatic, with a touch of whimsy and more than a little bit of ridiculousness. Consider me a human carnivale, many wonders to see, many secrets lurking, possible dangers and likely surprises. I'm a book junkie, word whore and gourmet cook with a penchant for classic cinema, old time radio and red wine. I take my coffee with menthol cigarettes and my conversation with a bit of randomness. I have been known to do absurd things for avocados, clementines, aged sharp cheddar cheese and crab rangoon. I despise people who use the phrase "I'm not much of a reader", broccoli, wet paper and the sound of plastic rustling. I am more than a little lethal. I am a published poet, a beginning novelist, an avid blogger and a tactile sensualist -I am not a resource to be flagrantly wasted or taken for granted. I adore the game of innuendo. I have been known to sit and watch someone for more than two hours, merely to note the details of their behavior. I think that language killed our observational skills, then we killed language, the Ipod killed what was left of conversation and everything is so instant gratification that we should be dubbed the "Ramen society." I have indulged in behavior that did more than raise my skirts and my mother's eyebrow and I've not got an ounce of shame for it. I am a revolution waiting to happen. I am blatantly sexual at times, I have a massive oral fixation, I am as open as a 24 hour convenience store and I will get on a soapbox from time to time. So go on, throw your tokens -and watch my sideshow unfold around you. Impress me with your intellect, dazzle me with your wit and woo me with honeyed words of naughtiness....and I think we just might make nice. And I give fair warning -I know at least 50 words for whore - so don't make me use them.