"Sugoi.....Shimatta!"

Hey, who's hungry for body sush...I mean, sushi? (giggles) Nope, you heard me correctly the first time, as The Windy City is again conjuring national titilliation with the upscale eatery Kizoku, conveniently located at 358 West Ontario Street, beginning just over three weeks ago a special $500 all-you-can-eat dinner special in its private lounge, provided with not only the kappa ma and tekka maki you can handle, but also a nearly naked woman serving as a serving platter. Since its very first special, the restaurant logged 19 reservations! (giggles)



"Atsui!" LOL! This practice is commonly known as nyotaimori, or "body sushi". The temperature of the sushi often comes close to body temperature in this process, and, yep, they have it for men too (known as nantaimori) and I have to admit I have a lil' kinky fantasy of doing something like this just to get that thrill of oxygen in my blood, LOL!

You may ask, how does it feel to be in the skin of one of these exotic performers? The star herself of Kizoku is a 24-year old woman named Tabitha, a belly dancer from Las Vegas who wears a G-string, some cellophane, a few strategically placed seashells and little else, with the sushi placed atop bamboo leaves arranged on her thighs, stomach and chest area, which Tabitha says is "like wearing a leaf bikini." (giggles) She gets paid $100 plus tips each Sunday for each performance, and she answered some questions herself about how it is to be a human platter in Sunday's edition of the Sun Sentinel:


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"It's more difficult than it looks. I have to concentrate on staying still and control my breathing," said Tabitha, echoing what some male customers will likely say.

Q What makes it difficult?

A It's all about muscle control, so the food doesn't fly off.

Q What do you think about while you're lying atop a table, nearly naked, for an hour and a half ?

A I can hear the diners and I listen to the music, but I'm in my own world.

Q How have the customers treated you?

A People are afraid to go, then they take pieces from my stomach first. The breast pieces normally are the last eaten. Maybe it's their nerves. It is borderline naughty.

Q Do you enforce any rules of etiquette?

A No tickling; don't be too funny. I don't want to laugh. Be good with your chopsticks--you don't want to drop anything. No forks!"

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Joudan ja nai! (giggles) Oooohhhhh yeah, and in case you were questioning about body hair and quality of the food and such, along with the performer being trained to lie motionless for hours, all body hair is shaved and the woman bathes in a fragrance-free soap before service. (giggles)



So.....if you've got a hankering for hamachi, Body Sushi is available by reservation starting at $500 for four diners. So don't delay, call today at 312-335-9888, and please be polite, cause Tabitha herself fields the calls. (giggles)

Holy Amaebi, pass the tempura butter! LOL!

Love,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Resurrecting the Righteous Feast

Often during the holiday season, we think not only of our dearest and loved ones, but in the stretch between Thanksgiving and Christmas, we often think of those who seem as though they have no families, have no mothers they could go home to for the holidays or daughters that would fly into town to visit. Often we think of the homeless as well, who I have identified with ever too often. Everyday I walk through downtown, I get an average of 16 to 20 “Do you have any spare change?” responses, and ever so often I’m just grief-stricken I don’t have any change to offer them, because most of the faces I seem look genuine and you could see the bloodstains in their eyes, with an honest, gravid stare.



All at once, while we think of those who have fewer, they’re often taken for granted all the same. Job 29:12 says "I rescued the poor who cried for help". We must awaken more to the cries of the poor not just as a nation, but in this world. Each day I take my magnaminity mission to heart, and it is not just a physical routine I abide by, it is my spiritual experience, my religious experience. In Proverbs 19:17, it reads, “He who is kind to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will reward him for what he has done.” I truly believe this with all my heart, for if I alone get that warm smile after seeing an orphaned child get that gift he had been dreaming of so long or when an elderly citizen feels comforted during the otherwise lonesome times at a community center when a high school student or girl scout comes to visit, imagine just what God must be thinking.



Don’t get me wrong here. I believe it is a wonderful thing to purchase gifts or your loved ones and have nothing against that. I myself buy presents perennially for my loved ones with money, because after all, who doesn’t love some new music or a good book? But I also believe under this corporate culture, we often overlook the finer things of the holidays, and often individuals are left behind, not feeling so jolly. Every child loves Santa Claus, with his shimmering beard, rosey cheeks and a laugh all guttural and mirthful, so shouldn’t it be a magical experience every year? Should there be more to it than just the selective hiring process at Sepia Digital Event Photography, a 15-year-old company based out of Houston, Texas, where about one in 75 are selected to be Santa?



After all, the gift-granting main attraction at a local mall near you is hired, groomed and trained much like any other employee. The only difference is, he has a legendary namethat is the envy and delight to all who love the holiday season. Sepia alone currently employs 85 Santas and over 500 elves-called the cast and crew-and is contracted in 44 malls around the country, including the Lloyd Center in Northeast Portland. We can date back the history of Santa’s appearance in malls to the 1950s, according to the International Council of Shopping Centers (ICSC). Even before then, most Santas lived in department stores for the Holiday season. Back then, parents would have to wait weeks to receive photos of their children with Santa. With recent advances in digital photography, however, pictures of any size are available almost instantly.

According to the Star Tribune, each mall offering visits with Santa will spend nearly $22,000 on decorating, building Santa villages and the like, and some mall owners believe that having a Santa increases patronage. Moreover, the majority of malls will celebrate Santa's arrival with a special event, usually a parade, special breakfast, or reindeer feeding.



For the most part, photography companies are responsible for placing Santas in malls every Christmas. Usually the mall provides the decorations, and photo companies provide Santas, elves, and photographers. But Sepia and Noerr and other big companies have really built-up single-handedly the wonderland in each mall, hoping to fulfill the whole of each child’s imagination who would just love to sit on Santa’s lap and declare what they want for Christmas.



But Santa alone can’t make the holidays happy. Remember always that the magic of Christmas lies in your heart. Won’t it be utterly special to share that magic to someone unconditionally? And if you have the opprtunity to spread much more cheer beyond your family, your loved ones, your friends, your nices and nephews, your twice-removed third cousins, why not to those who need it most, who often are presently doubting anyone will lift their spirits up at least for a day? After all, it says in Proverbs 21:13, “If a man shuts his ears to the cry of the poor, he too will cry out and not be answered.” I believe in the philosophy, “The more you give, the more you get!” and usually what you get is not of material worth, but spiritually you feel a spark set a flame in the hearth in your heart, a feeling you don’t get from a box or a package.



Why do I bother doing this. Because I believe it’s a pure, kind gesture, and in my spiritual experience, on my Good Samaritan vision quest, I’ve recognized more and more the notion that we must "Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves, for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly; defend the rights of the poor and needy." (Proverbs 31:8-9)



Within the last four years, I have begged my loved ones to limit their spending on me and give much of my Christmas money instead to contribute to charities to help the needy worldwide. One of my favorite charities I love contributing to is Heifer International.

Heifer International

It is a non-profit 501 organization which every tax-deductible purchase of a gift animal or tree seedling helps families around the world in third-world countries become self-reliant, and ensues also the plants and animals are healthy and are treated with respect under their mooto, "Ending Hunger, Caring For The Earth". Since 1944, Heifer International has helped more than 4.5 million families in more than 125 countries. They basically have believed in the philosophy since 1944 that if you "teach a man to fish", or are provided sustainable amounts of food and income, they can lift themselves out of hunger and poverty permanently. Many third world nations sadly are not given the chance or these sustainable numbers by their governments, and to the critics who think $13 billion is just too much to ask for in providing basic health care and nutrition needs to the world’s poorest people, that is exactly how much Wall Street gave as bonuses in 2000, so as you can see, hunger has little to do with nature and everything rather with how we allocate our resources. And I believe by contributing to this wonderful organization, I am lifting someone or a family out of hunger, poverty and environmental degradation. After all, Christmas is the happiest time of year, and I want to see it I make those in less fortunate communities have something to cheer about this year.

Good Gifts Catalogue

The Good Gifts Catalogue is another great and creative way to give the gift that keeps on giving AND for the good of the less fortunate! They’re in their second year now as a charity, thanks to their trust director Hilary Blume, who set up this charitable site after being flooded with countless unwanted wedding anniversary gifts. You can buy anything, from phone cards to children in care, prisoners, refugees, to dog training programs, to bicycles for Ethiopian midwives so they and their children can visit more local villages, to planting some silver birches, to building a village library. Their catalog is rich, diverse and innovative, designed to make a graceful gesture full of holiday spirit tin touching the lives of the less fortunate who, like you and I, believe in the values and tastes and interests of friends and family that mark the significant occasions of life. Generously chip in a few bucks for a box hive so children in Zimbabwe could have honey, or a dowry for orphans in Rwanda, or saris and warm shawls from weavers in Gujurat to protect widows and poor women in north India during the cold winter and to get closer to earning a living wage, anything. Have fun and give a hand.

There are a number of other like charities and philanthropist organizations you can also contribute to, if you are tired of getting Chanel no. 5 and want to give a gift that can make a lasting impression. Here are some I visited I also found meaningful:

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My Two Front Teeth

(MyTwoFrontTeeth.org's vision is to reduce the pain of poverty and help strengthen the bonds of society by bringing simplicity, efficiency, and personalization to the charitable gift-giving process, thereby encouraging all to experience the incredible power and joy of giving)

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World Vision

(Another great alternative gift catalog)

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Charity Commission

(U.K based regulator of a wide list of trusted, efficient charities)

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Great Gifts

(Another great source for alternative, goodwill gift giving)

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Charity Gifts

(A charity Christmas card/gift shopping mall)

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Vetaid

(Non-profit, international development organization working for reduction in poverty and increase in food security of people dependent on livestock.)

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Finally, try and find some time between now and Christmas to volunteer an hour or two at your local rescue mission. It is the gift of the heart, through involvement and community-building, that helps feed and care for the hundreds of homeless and needy men, women and children. Unconditional acts of kindness is great stewardship. Give generously to make a difference into their lives, become a friend to the homeless! I’ve volunteered myself numerous times before when working at the Denver Rescue Mission, serving french onion soup and warm rolls to a diverse group of residents, helping store away the bread in the storage room, and then, yep, I also was happy to help out with cleaning dirty dishes smothered with macaroni and cheese and ranch dressing. I even got a break time and got to talk to some local residents, who would tell me their own anecdotes and life experiences, and they truly made me feel welcome and all toasty inside each holiday season. It’s an enlightening experience.



So, take some time and help prepare and serve some meals to hometown residents, assist with the stuffing and distrbution of Christmas stockings for the children before Christmas, help out with the Adopt-A-Family program and provide impoverished families presents and a dinner to make their Christmas day special, help pack and distribute food boxes to needy individuals and families, volunteer at the Santa Shop, meet up with two to five friends of yours, call your local Family Rescue Ministry hotline, and set up a mentor session, anything of these sorts is wonderful. Or, you could also always give a monetary gift to help provide hot meals, safe shelter, clean clothes and Christian counseling to hungry, hurting, and homeless people. It’s these simple acts of kindness that bring out the Christmas cheer not only to others, but in ourselves.

I leave you with these words I also find immesnely meaningful:

"When you give a luncheon or a dinner, do not invite your friends, your brothers, your relatives or your rich neighbors;if you do, they may invite you back and so you will be repaid. But when you give a banquet, invite the poor, the crippled, the lame, the blind and you will be blessed. Although they can not repay you, you will be repaid at the resurrection of the righteous." (Luke 14:12-14)



Why does Scrooge love Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer? It’s not because every dollar is dear to him, but because every buck is dear to him! (giggles) Give the world not only some bang for your buck, but some beauty as well! I believe charity is very sexy! Besides, there are very few things I really need and want in life which money can't buy; true love and romance, my dream career experience and peace and harmony for all the world!

Love,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Three-Fourths Virgin

Lately as I've continued to cope and control my sexual urges and frustrations, I have felt I've identified myself as being "three-fourths virgin".

What I mean by that is that I've never had sex, kissed or even held the hands of a girl, but I had a deep, intensely romantic on-line relationship before that really melted my heart and made me feel whimsically dizzy each and every day. She was a Leo named Joanna Personette who we met through a wonderful site I continue to post my poetry at called Passions In Poetry. (her screenname is RosePetal there) I guess we just opened up to one another after reading each others poetry for a while, we really began to feel each other, a friendship began to develop, and then around late summer/early autumn 2001 right around the September 11th tragedy, romantic interests just spontaneously began flaring from it.

We just continued to exchange cute, romantic love poetry and instant message conversations and phone numbers to one another, dedicating each of our romantic sentiments to each other, and in a matter of months, our poetry just continued to get sexier and spicier, we sent pictures of each other through the mail, and our instant message conversations began burning with red-hot fantasy sex scripts, where we were yearning so much to finally catch a plane ride to one another and date and make these fantasies reality. Clearly I still remember New Years Eve 2002, when we were feeling so hot and on the phone we were making each others knees melt through our improvised phone sex teases. We were both young, restless spirits in love, so indeed we just let the passions and feelings consume us, and it was that evening so far in my life that I feel closest to losing my virginity.

I really thought she was madly in love with me just as I truly was with her. But by the summer of 2002, things really began to sour, when there were days Joanna was missing, and there was total communication silence, and when I'd send her letters in both e-mail and postal and call her, after days she'd finally respond and greet me lovingly, often calling me her "blue-eyed love dove". Then, by that fall, she told me she had a new boyfriend she was so very excited about, which confused me deeply and made me cry many evenings hoping she hadn't given up on me and that he was just a friend who was a boy.

I donated every blood cell in my body to make Joanna happy and profess all my love for her. My art teacher at Denver Academy saw how lovesick I was at class, thinking of her so much, and said if after school I could make an artistic gift for her, which she smiled and said she was sooooooo happy for me and because she believes "For love, anything!", I made a heart out of clay, painted it with a bunch of accrylic colors and glazed it into ceramic in the kiln, writing our initials and a short poem into the center of it. I even spent a bunch of my Christmas money that year buying her a Tigger plush toy (she said she loves tigers and Tigger is her favorite cartoon character) which I mailed to her as a Christmas gift.

Finally, right before New Years Eve 2003, I discovered the truth when Joanna was on-line, and she was screaming at me in upper-case letters when trying to talk sweet to her that she never loved me at all and accused me of lying that she ever loved me, which the poetry duets and love talk clearly do show that she did have strong feelings for me before, and it was that heartaching day that she never spoke to me again and we haven't heard from each other since.

Though this sad memory will leave a scar in my heart, I still and will always believe Joanna is a wonderful person and though I regret ever too much losing her and the special friendship I had with her, I want her to be happy ever so much and want her dreams and everything she desires to come true, as I forgive her in that we were both young and naive and long-distance relationships very rarely ever work.

But the thing that gets me most emotional about that experience was that I REALLY did love her, I did ever so much. Losing her made me envision sad daydreams of her holding my ceramic heart I made for her in anguish and shattering it to pieces on the kitchen floor. In giving so much of your heart and feelings to someone, it's as though you know you really didn't lose your virginity, but it certainly feels like you have, so I feel a fraction of mine is gone after that heartache.

I guess that's the toughest thing of being a Scorpio. I love being a Scorpio and am very proud of it, but every sign has its challenges, and often Scorpios experience pain and adversity early in their lives, which is the main reason why it is difficult for Scorpios to trust others as much as they really want. I'm making a great effort to wander the world like a free spirit, and have fully healed from my first broken heart related to love, but I just also feel often the pressure is on me, in that almost anywhere I turn I see young couples holding hands and kissing and it makes me feel pensive, if either their hormones are racing and they're rushing things, or if I'm just such a late bloomer, and I can't help but cry sometimes as that thought gets me emotional. Also, with Scorpios like me known to have so much depth, where I have much more confidence and faith in myself than ever before, but because I'm so deep, many just understandably don't have the patience to want and get to know everything about me, and so I often just have difficulty to connect with others and tend to get withdrawn from the center of activity. Guess fewer just have the full patience in listening to the poet.

There used to be a time where I refused to accept being a Scorpio, because Charles Manson is one and really has left a lot of misinterpretations and bad raps about Scorpios in general in his wake. I didn't want to be seen as someone who advocates murders of pregnant actresses and solicits prostitution, and it broke my heart in that people may think of me as that just because I happened to be born under the sign of Scorpio. So you can see how much courage it takes for us Scorpios to rise above the bad raps and profess our love of being one! LOL! (giggles)

Julia Roberts was really the person that made me feel wonderful about being a SCorpio. I learned more about the negative myths of Scorpios, helped to see beyond them, and get to understand the true values of being one. Julia Roberts is not only one of my favorite actresses, but also has a wonderful personality who really cares about her fans unconditionally, in signing many autographs for the fun of it to helping advocate many charity efforts to just being the all-around Eagle Scorpio she is, a true, graceful, philanthropic woman. She helped me realize every sign has its extremes and they can cause all that insane behavior like Charles Manson's and that if we can simply channel our energy and virtues in a disciplined, positive manner, no matter what sign you're born under, you will excel and all your dreams will come true! :)

I guess my emotions and sexual frustrations have just been getting the best of me. Once the desire seeped into my bloodstream like water, then it became wine, now it feels as thick as syrup and I can't even begin to fathom how it'll feel when it becomes sangria. That is mainly why my poetry has had more extreme emotions; with all this hot desire arousing in me, I'm just trying to find an artistic outlet to let some of it out so it doesn't make me feel dizzy and confused! :)

I'm going to make the best effort not to let this trouble or get to me, as I am indeed overall a happy, optimistic, sexy Scorpio, but all I really want is to open up to others and find a girl or several who I can become just friends with, get to know and appreciate them for everything they are and just do some sorting and testing until I find the most special girl among them who will truly make my Scorpio heart skip beats forever! :) I guess I'm just feeling a little emotional in that I haven't met any girls yet, even held one's hand, and I want to ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever so much! (sigh)

There's a Scorpio saying that goes, "The poorest Scorpio man in the world is looking for his future wife. 'She must be a natural woman of virtue, because I'm not.' Scorpio man says. 'If you know where is she, please let me know.'" I guess I'm that Scorpio right now, but believe with all my heart she is often just around the corner and very soon I will finally feel this love I have dreamed and longed for ever so much! :)

:) Just your three-fourths virgin wishing y'all a wonderful evening! :) Hope y'all are getting ready for National Pizza With The Works Except Anchovies Day this Saturday, come equipped with a clothespin for your nuzzle! :)

Love,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Happy National Bittersweet Chocolate With Almonds Day

Hey, hope y'all are having a delightful National Bittersweet Chocolate With Almonds Day! Nice immediate retreat from National Deviled Egg Day last Wednesday, and, especially, Waiting For The Barbarians Day last Friday! What does that day commemorate anyway, LOL! The only thing that comes to mind is Constantine P. Cavafy's controversial poem, "Waiting For The Barbarians", which is essentially his poignant yearning to wish that the young blooded (barbarians) could infuse life to a dying establishment or order but if this really doesn't exist and we remain waiting everlong, the hopes for continuity for a revised or revitalized order is
replaced by fear, also honoring the ushering of unconventional and unorthodox young ideals and rejuvenation of the status quo!

(giggles) But enough about last Friday! LOL! Have yourself a nice slab of bittersweet chocolat aphrodisiac...with almonds to cap the day! (just don't have it less than six hours before bed if you're a Scorpio like me, if we don't get our delicate beauty sleep, embosemed in our starfish sleeping positions, productivity, we have a problem! LOL!



Wow, we've got quite a few people to offer our idiosyncratic sympathy to today. First of all, we head off to Bismarck, North Dakota, where William T. Dennis is spending two dails in jail for failing to license his frisky feline! A warrant was issued to him after failing to show up in court, and according to North Dakota law, the failure to license Lil' Miss Whiskers can result in a fine up to $1,000 and a possible 30 day jail sentence.



There is a saying that goes around that goes, "Thousands of years ago, cats were worshipped as gods. Cats have never forgotten this." (giggles) Deep down, we indeed are motivated by the same urges...it's just cats and cat-people that have the courage to still live by them! LOL! Whatever happened to those Gods anyway, the Gods must be crazy now! :)



Next we go to Montrose, Pennsylvania, where an incumbent mayor up for re-election has announced he will resign if he is re-elected! :) Yep, Mr. Thomas LaMont has been in office a little over ten years, but has said, “That’s it, I can’t take it anymorrrrrreeee!” (giggles) He is the only candidate on the ballot in the community, winning 23 votes in the Republican primary of this community of about 1,600 people. Yep, receiving $900 a year before paying your taxes under each Aries sign can certainly strap you out after a while, even with all the jocund weddings and Independence Day parades you can host!


So, who’s might conquer his borough throne, you ask? None other than meter reader John Wilson. There ya go, the next likely mayor of Montrose, Pennsylvania, ladies, gentlemen and sasquatches! Maybe the novelty buttons from this election will be remembered as “Vote For Me, And I’ll Sue You!” (giggles)



Finally, we head to the West Coast, in San Rafael, California, where 28-year-old Kevin Morgan of Petaluma was given a $351 citation by the California Highway Patrol for driving in an HOV lane with a kickboxing dummy taking shotgun, sporting a Miami Dolphins windbreaker and baseball cap! Officer Will Thompson, whose daily routine is to sit back next to a car poll lane and watch the world drift by...unless of course kickboxing dummies are livin' life in the fast lane, caught him and according to the officer, Morgan said, "Well, that didn't help me very much today, did it?" (giggles) Love that pacifying sincerity!



So, whether your cat is challenging the status quo, you're a mayor running for election that just wants to run home, or you just want to take a dazzling dummy for a night on the twon, our hearts go out to y'all today, as we patiently wait for the barbarians to come and heed your call (oh dang, now we'll have to wait 363 days for the next anniversary, sorry y'all!)



Until we work out all those kinks, enjoy some bittersweet chocolate with almonds! Y'know what they say, "Chocolate is cheaper than therapy and you don't need an appointment." (does happy katakana barracuda) Las cosas claras y el chocolate espeso, verdad?

Love,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

Hyacinth Synthesizers Galore

:) I just thought I'd update y'all on my poetry by sharing several new poems I just wrote earlier today and yesterday! :) Maybe I should get around to installing emergency cold shower jets here! (giggles)

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Come Hither, Doe Eyes
By: Noah Eaton
11/2/05

Stiletto refrains reverberate,
in-between each carefree heartbeat,
you follow through my youth,
I can taste your stride from down the street,
the neon of your restless wink,
transcends Maslow’s hierarchy,
physiology can’t justify our needs,
when our bloodstreams are boiling with dahlia leaves,
ooh ooh.

Come hither, doe eyes,
what we can be, we must be,
we don’t need to choreograph this scene,
just try and keep up with me,
ooh ooh,
come hither, doe eyes,
let’s taste self-actualization together,
mmm mmm, mmm mmm,
feeling how it is to love each other more than anyone,
can make us go on forever…

Just for you, I throw,
all my ulterior motives on the pyre,
you teach me to exercise my karma,
and I practice it in your red-hot fire.
You’re at your most beautiful,
when you cross your heart less than three feet from me,
we bend and sway like palm trees in a hurricane,
I love how it feels feeling you inside of me.

Come hither, doe eyes,
what we can be, we must be,
we don’t need to choreograph this scene,
just try and keep up with me,
ooh ooh,
come hither, doe eyes,
let’s taste self-actualization together,
mmm mmm, mmm mmm,
feeling how it is to love each other more than anyone,
can make us go on forever…

(You are the leafblower,
which scatters my remnants of insecurity,
you stand naked before me symbolizing,
life, death and white-hot surrender,
for you I'll die a hundred thousand deaths,
surrendering every other piece of me,
living in the body of your goddess,
together we become renewal,
together we become renewal...)

Come hither, doe eyes,
what we can be, we must be,
we don’t need to choreograph this scene,
just try and keep up with me,
ooh ooh,
come hither, doe eyes,
let’s taste self-actualization together,
mmm mmm, mmm mmm,
feeling how it is to love each other more than anyone,
can make us go on forever...

Come hither, doe eyes,
what we can be, we must be,
we don’t need to choreograph this scene,
just try and keep up with me,
ooh ooh,
come hither, doe eyes,
let’s taste self-actualization together,
mmm mmm, mmm mmm,
feeling how it is to love each other more than anyone,
can make us go on forever...
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Come hither, doe eyes,
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come hither, doe eyes...

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Avowal
By: Noah Eaton
11/2/05

Avowal,
incubates the cocoon we hold,
home to a thousand creations,
each one possessing a life of its own.
Avowal,
a flaming desire enigma,
its acknowledge is answered,
in ambrosiac stamina…

How it struck me like a scalpel,
in the shape of your body...

You came to me, came to me,
young, restless, fervid,
your philanthropy washed over me, washed over me,
with an incandescent burning,
I’m feeling you with every white blood cell in my body,
you’re the only definition of meaning to me,
you presented your word to me with your steaming mouth,
stole my breath, let all your grace gleam out.

Avowal,
glamorizes the truth,
burns like bergamot on my cheeks,
every time I think of you.
Avowal,
it swallowed me whole,
reason and gravity stand still,
as my intrinsic motivation explodes.

How it struck me like a scalpel,
in the shape of your body...

You came to me, came to me,
young, restless, fervid,
your philanthropy washed over me, washed over me,
with an incandescent burning,
I’m feeling you with every white blood cell in my body,
you’re the only definition of meaning to me,
you presented your word to me with your steaming mouth,
stole my breath, let all your grace gleam out.

I’m going to let my gratitude ring,
from the highest bell tower in the world,
so you can feel the conferral,
beyond my lungs alone.
Golden waves of static from your fingertips,
coruscate across my veins,
you share your viridity as nectarine,
it keeps me whole, it satiates.

You came to me, came to me,
young, restless, fervid,
your philanthropy washed over me, washed over me,
with an incandescent burning,
I’m feeling you with every white blood cell in my body,
you’re the only definition of meaning to me,
you presented your word to me with your steaming mouth,
stole my breath, let all your grace gleam out.
You came to me, came to me,
young, restless, fervid,
your philanthropy washed over me, washed over me,
with an incandescent burning,
I’m feeling you with every white blood cell in my body,
you’re the only definition of meaning to me,
you presented your word to me with your steaming mouth,
stole my breath, let all your grace gleam out.

Avowal,
glamorizes the essence of two,
all that you believe in me,
all that I believe in you...

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Illusion Of Control
By: Noah Eaton
11/3/05

Why am I so little yet I feel so boundless,
why I feel so light yet kept steady with ballast,
my tongue hanging out like an apron in a picture palace,
peppery eyes sideswipe like a satyr in migration,
the third law of motion seems to feel like an aberration,
sensationalizing sublime cider and tulip exacerbation.

Hey, baby, why do I feel so high today,
when I've lost breath in this primitive state,
and your whisper can feel so penetrating,
I have trouble standing straight in one place,
and when I do I can't keep a poker face,
when your lips are an inch from mine annotating...

You're having flag day in the playground of my heart chakra,
some of my spokes are loose and I've forgotten my mantra,
I see you soused in ecstasy and Mahakaruna,
I'm madly in love with everything about you,
all I can really feel and see is your flesh, blood and youth,
blanketed by your hot springlike incentives and God's truth.

Hey, baby, why do I feel so high today,
when I've lost breath in this primitive state,
and your whisper can feel so penetrating,
I have trouble standing straight in one place,
and when I do I can't keep a poker face,
when your lips are an inch from mine annotating...

Baby, sometimes I swear I feel in control,
so why can't I ever keep my eyes off of you?
Baby, sometimes I swear I feel in control,
but we both know that's a lie,
when I can't keep my eyes off of you...

...mmm mmm,
I can't keep my eyes off of you...

...mmm mmm,
I can't keep my eyes off of you...

...we're young, bustling lovers,
tangled,
in an illusion of control...

...we're young, bustling lovers
tangled,
in an illusion of control...

...mmm mmm,
I can't keep my eyes off of you...

...mmm mmm,
I can't keep my eyes off of you...

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Slaves Of The Stars (Delicate Static)
By: Noah Eaton
11/5/05

Ironing gossamer,
solving satin,
girdle of the year,
clothed in a white-gold chemise,
feeling your body rise,
in morning star course,
you keep sharing what is mine,
I keep sharing what is yours...

Cause we’re all slaves of the stars,
we’re riddles of why our hearts have beated from the start,
and every time you go down for me,
I only come up resurfacing for moonlight.
Virginity can be lost by a thought,
mmm, but your grace makes everything so pure,
nothing can slow our beating hearts,
cause we’re all slaves of the stars...

Verdant, untamed bodies,
soaked in dalliance,
blooming with hot whispers unheard,
myriads of velvet silhouettes,
speaking in your tongue,
mmm, your aura is my bedsheet,
we can’t tell stars from fireflies,
we can’t tell stars from fireflies...

Cause we’re all slaves of the stars,
we’re riddles of why our hearts have beated from the start,
and every time you go down for me,
I only come up resurfacing for moonlight.
Virginity can be lost by a thought,
mmm, but your grace makes everything so pure,
nothing can slow our beating hearts,
cause we’re all slaves of the stars...

Chariots of moisture,
sweep across your lively shoulders,
orphaned in our chimera,
orphaned in our chimera...

Cause we’re all slaves of the stars,
we’re riddles of why our hearts have beated from the start,
and every time you go down for me,
I only come up resurfacing for moonlight.
Virginity can be lost by a thought,
mmm, but your grace makes everything so pure,
nothing can slow our beating hearts,
cause we’re all slaves of the stars...

Ironing gossamer,
solving satin,
your hair falls me in my face,
tasting,
delicate static...

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Love,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)

All Wrathed Up!

Holy Bridgeman Downs, all-hallows-evers! Hope you all came equipped with your X-10's and mummified yourself in aluminum foil, cuz the wet pants count overheated the scales last night, bwaaaaa ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaa! Even the eidolic Bela Lugosi and his classic Hollywood ala kazam won't go soilless, for when the Vyrnwy Reservoir of North Wales spooks electric, no one is immune to the goons of spook! (giggles)



So where does this homecoming of the goons of spook originate? It is said Halloween's origins date back to the ancient Celtic festival of Samhain (pronounced sow-in). During this time, the Celts, who lived 2,000 years ago in the area that is now Ireland, the United Kingdom and northern France combined, celebrated their new year on November 1. It was on this day where the last day of summer was marked and the harvest and the beginning of the dark, cold winter, a time of year that was often associated with human death. Celts believed that on this night, the fine line between the living and the dead became blurred. So on every eve of October 31, they celebrated Samhain, when it was believed that the ghosts of the dead returned to earth. In addition to causing trouble and damaging crops, Celts thought that the presence of the otherworldly spirits made it easier for the Druids, or Celtic priests, to make predictions about the future, which at the time you can imagine without modern technology and other provisions, prophecies motivated their culture very much.

These Druids built huge sacred bonfires, where the people gathered to burn crops and animals as sacrifices to the Celtic deities. They wore costumes, told each other's fortunes, and when the celebration was over, they re-lit their hearth fires, which they had extinguished earlier that evening, from the sacred bonfire to help protect them during the coming winter from the uncertainty between life and death.



By 43 A.D, Romans conquered most of the Celtic's former territory, and within four hundred years of rule, two festivals of Roman origin were combined with the traditional Celtic celebration of Samhain. Firstly, Feralia, a day in late October when the Romans traditionally commemorated the passing of the dead, and secondly, a day to honor Pomona, the Roman goddess of fruit and trees. The symbol of Pomona is the apple and this tradition melting into Samhain is probably very well why lil' munchkins love going "bobbing" for apples each and every Halloween.

Christianity began spreading like dandelion seeds across the land in the 800's throughout former Celtic territory, and in the seventh century, Pope Boniface IV declared November 1 All Saints' Day, a time to honor saints and martyrs. It is widely believed today that the pope was attempting to replace the Celtic festival of the dead with a related, but church-sanctioned holiday. The celebration was also called All-hallows or All-hallowmas (from Middle English Alholowmesse meaning All Saints' Day) and the night before it, the night of Samhain, began to be called All-Hallows Eve and, eventually, Halloween. Even later, in A.D. 1000, the church would make November 2 All Souls' Day, a day to honor the dead. It was celebrated similarly to Samhain, with big bonfires, parades, and dressing up in costumes as saints, angels, and devils. And voila, these three traditions, the eve of All Saints', All Saints', and All Souls', were called Hallowmas.



Believe it or not, there used to be a time when Halloween wasn't about that sweet candy corn, Ouiji boards, shrunken heads and Chucky. Origins of Halloween festivities in America date back to the early-1800's in Maryland, where Halloween was most popular but Protestant influence limited the holiday from society. There would be public events to celebrate the harvest and tell ghost stories and make mischief. Then, in 1846, oh boy, when those mischievious Irish immigrant fellas came here to flee the potato famine of that year, they began spreading the traditions all throughout the country, and the European customs of dressing up and going door to door asking for food or money grew in popularity. However, parents were still uncomfortable and made an effort to keep anything grotesque out of the traditions, and so it wasn't until the twentieth century came around that it became a national popular sensation, and by the 1950's, it became recognized as a national holiday, yay! :)



So whether you're hiking in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania, standing on the foggy pier of Pollepel Island, or helping cure toothaches at Dragsholm Slot, you can run but you can't hide from the goons of spook, booooo ha ha ha ha ha haaaaaaa!



Yep, I am quite a zany zealot when it comes to holidays, LOL, with Valentines Day being the only one I have difficulty celebrating the way I really wish to, waiting for a special girl who I can love more than anybody! So I came walking across town and sweeping into KBOO yesterday at noon wearing my sister's piggy slippers, with my signature tie-dye button-up jacket, red and black feather boas, chapeau and big sunglasses! Guess I was dressed up as Nothing In Particular Guy, or Open For Interpretation Guy! (giggles) Someone said I was Elton John, another said I was a New Pornographer, and yet another the imaginary songwriter of the March Fourth Marching Band! (giggles) Who's up for a survey, y'all, any takes? LOL!



C'mon, Lorelei, sing us a song from your tall rock on the right bank of the Rhine in Hesse-Nassau! White Lady of Hohenzollerns wants someone to dance with, she may Princess Perchta von Rosenberg and she may haunt the descendents of her cruel husband, but we have so much in common in heart (oh, yes, and in translucent spirit!) and we can never survive unless we get a little crazy! LOL!



I hope y'all had a most spooktacular All-Hallows-Eve! Markus the Carcass certainly had a blast, you could just feel his excitement seeing all the cute creepy children waltz by when his entire zombie spirit lighted up, slumbering in my Japanese rock garden in the front of my house! We still got a drum of those Bit-O-Honeys resting by the front door on the end table, my how those Bit-O-Honeys are like the ugly duckling of each Halloween season, guess every human's sauerkraut is another corpse's lizard tongues! (giggles)



Y'know who else had a great time leading up each day to Halloween? Gemmy's Robo Butler! I made an accidental encounter with him when making my shortcut through the Lloyd Center on the way to KBOO Radio, and when trekking through the wilderness of Meier & Frank, there he stood, shouting "Don't you dare steal my candy!" (giggles) All jacked up indeed, or should I say all wrathed up! LOL!



Holy Domovikha, I rambled on sooooooo much here I felt as though I had shotgun in Zorya Vechernaya's white chariot! (giggles) Happy Halloween everyone, be sure to baalnce your steady intake of Milky Ways and Sugar Daddys over the next 4 1/2 days with your recommended dosage of photobiotics and Vitamin D, and, as always, let me remind you to take caution with those holiday pick-up lines! (giggles) Use these with caution, or you may be cursed! (giggles)

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"You look dead sexy, ummmmmm, you look dead, sexy, you know what I mean!"

"Please, lady, come home with me, you never know what I'll turn into, at midnight!"

"What's a nice ghoul like you doing in a crypt like this?"

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Love,
Noah Eaton
(Mistletoe Angel)
(Emmanuel Endorphin)