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I so desperately wish that I liked tomatoes. Maybe if they felt a little bit more like avocados. Smooth, green - (instead of) – gooey, seeds.
Outside in a coat. No hat, no scarf. Fingers stinging and wind biting – howling – slapping. It’s not so bad. Re-frame the pain. Delicious cold! Relishing. Gasp deep – blue fingers finding a belly. Grasping for green.
Contents reveal something red. Unwelcome. Knuckle deep – stirring – upsetting. Plunging to wrists, pulling a way. Liquefied. Retreating stumps chased by fiery bile.
Sparkling blades awash in the steaming pink pile (green finally found). The tomatoes and I still couldn’t agree.
posted by Kara Alison @ 10:26 AM
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Good Gravy. I really shouldn't visit here after posting insanity on my blog. I'm in that mind set.
Let me guess, this is another serious moment and I'm here being absolutely goofy, idiotic and bizarre. Dare I comment? Dare I look at the words and state the views from a twisted mind?
Heck, I'm twisted, why not?
When you started this, I thought, Wow! Another person who doesn't like tomatoes! Not me, but another blogger I visited who was adament that tomatos were the worst invention Mother Nature created.
"I so desperately wish that I liked tomatoes." See? Easy to misconstrue your lead in sentence when I have a preconceived notion in my head.
"Outside in a coat."
WHAT?? A tomato in a coat?
Must have been an Heirloom.
" – howling – slapping. It’s not so bad. "
BDSM????
""Re-frame the pain. Delicious cold! Relishing. Gasp deep – blue fingers finding a belly.""
Sex in the Arctic?
Then you say "Grasping for green."
The Stem? A metaphor for Manroot?
""Contents reveal something red. Unwelcome. Knuckle deep – stirring – upsetting. Plunging to wrists, pulling a way. Liquefied. ""
My Gosh, so erotic!! Those are some naughty visuals!!!! Plunging to wrists?! Ouch!
""Retreating stumps chased by fiery bile.""
OK, this is way icky. Stumps and bile. What possessed you to combine the two in one sentence?
Not just any bile, but fiery bile.
Of course, I guess bile is fiery when I think about it. But I try not to.
""Sparkling blades awash in the steaming pink pile ""
Harsh visual there. Pink Pile....*shudder*
I won't even go there.
""The tomatoes and I still couldn’t agree.""
You were having a conversation with tomatos? The pros and cons of them vs avacados?
Man, I'd love to see YOU on the Iron Chef.
Spakling blades....whoa.
So please, don't whack me with a rotten tomato.
Truly, on the whole your prose was very deep, dark and potent.
But I just couldn't not attempt a bit of levity.
Playing with words is as fun as playing with interpretation, whether it is taking something as a whole unit or in pieces , to see where they take you.
Again, you made me think.
Serious or zany - a response is better than the silence of wind.
Michele - I think I've said this, but I LOVE your comments. I don't even know how to respond to improve upon your observations so I will not try. I can't resist giving a couple of clues as to what my original meaning was:
(Jason - I'm giving little clues, but it shouldn't give away the entire piece)
1. I really do HATE tomatoes.
2. The icy fingers are going for the inside of the belly, not the outside.
This is fun!
This is deep, Kara. I love it! I need some time to digest it.
Michelle, I like your comments on this piece. :)
Jeff - Digest...Ha! Very nice. I can't wait to hear what you guys discover (in your interpretations - all valid in my opinion)
**blink**, you like it?
Cool.
I have no idea where that stuff comes from in my mind. I did notice, however, way too many typos...
Icy fingers "inside the belly"
Hmmmm,
If not for it being about tomotoes, I'd start to think it may have something to do with clams and clam shuckers.
Atlantic clams are cold clams, and if they were to do it on the beach, for a goodly length of time, their fingers would get "icey"....but we're talking Tomahtoes....
Jack Frost nipping at their blossoms?
That would be their belly. AND when frost gets them, they never turn red, they stay sort of green......
so, when they rot..that fiery bile is a possiblity as well as smelly too.
One hint, and my fingers runneth over again!
Geesh!
I'm not gonna comment just yet because I have a belly full of slow roasted pork, peppers, and rice (with tomatoes!), and it's gonna take time enough to digest that without beginning to inwardly digest and comprehend today's slice of Kara.
That being as may, what I really came here to is:
Good Luck for tomorrow night!
Michele - Again, I love it. And I'm loving the suspense. All will be revealed in time.
Tsavo - Thanks! I'm at the point where each of my waking moments are spent in anticipation of tomorrow night. It's very exciting.
I can't stop thinking of avocados now. I could eat guac in my sleep.
I'm with you. I go through avocados like it's my job. I'm pretty sure there's some sort of addictive chemical in the tender sweet delicious goodness....mmmmm...
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