Annexing The Pleasurable Playground Beyond The Sandbox

Yippey-doodle dandy, I got my first-ever official non-advertising comment here at home sweet home, this Serotonin Sandbox, from my fellow, floaty, palsy-walsy Triple Aquarius sidekick, D.J Wagner! :) She is the pony-tailed prima donna of the front desk at KBOO every Wednesday afternoon and early evening, who is seldom seen without a Cheshire grin on her face and certainly is the ultimate Aquarius, LOL! Though Aquarius is one of the least compatible signs with Scorpio, I have always admired Aquarians in that they have a rich, worldly, humanitarian philosophy they breathe and live at heart, and really I, being a Scorpio who can tend to stubbornly cling to a particular opinion and such, respects and learns so much from Aquarians in that they honor truth ever so diligently in life and are always willing to see both sides of every story without preaching to the choir and rather sing in the middle of the aisle. Often I hear them depicted as the “hippy sign” and I have to say I absolutely agree with that from my experience, in that they ensphere the Quaker notion of being “open to truth, from whatever source it comes," and have a little piece of everyone in their social, multi-cultural free spirits.



Aquarians are really one of the most spiritual signs in the zodiac, who believe in the universal recognition in that we are one global, holistic family, and also ignite the spark in the more practical of minds and hearts to motivate and use their intellect to fulfill their missions of magnanimity for all of mankind. In fact their love for society is so unconditional that they can tend to feel isolated from the world at large often, and I can very well relate to that experience as Scorpios like myself are also concerned with justice and don’t make friends that easily either because of our early heartaches that lead us to not helping but distrust most later in life. Aquarians are positively progressive and visionary and I believe if we could patiently and calmly look them through the eyes more often, and explore the spark of largesse foaming like blue moon kissed waters across their coronas, we can all reach a worldly awakening and see things through for future generations for the better.



Yesterday, I was as happy as a coon eating grapes introducing D.J to the News Department, and helping produce her glorious debut report on last week’s 2006 Waterfront Blues Festival setting an all-time best in total donations contributed to the Oregon Food Bank. Again, I would just like to take the moment to thank both all you wonderful folks out there who tuned in and heard me showboating on and off about the live music and the dragonflies darting about at Tom McCall Waterfront Park, as well as all y’all who helped eliminate the root cause of hunger in Oregon and Clark County, Washington with your generous contributions to the Oregon Food Bank, go ahead and grandstand and rodomontade all you want, you deserve it, LOL! Anyway, yes, the Safeway Waterfront Blues Festival splinterized the previous donations record set in 2003 of approximately $364,000, collecting about $545,000 at the gate and 103,501 pounds of food, and D.J announced it as proud as a peacock in her hopped up premiere. Just like with helping make Edison Garder’s home-grown, environmental KBOO beat “Our Backyard” a staple sensation every Wednesday, D.J is destined to become the next perennial persona grata of the KBOO Evening News, yay! :) And again, thank you for illuminating the Serotonin Sandbox with your friendly illuminations of your own! (giggles)



*

Anyway, I am preparing to annex this pulsating playground beyond the Serotonin Sandbox, as my poetic pheromones are prepared to surmount and spring from my testosterone trampoline into a new erotic, estrogenic estuary. Mmmmm, you heard me right, I’m preparing an erotic spin-off to the Emmanuel Endorphin’s Serotonin Sundae concept poetry series titled ”Maithuna Mysophilia’s Magnetic Mirror Of The Mind” As some of you may be aware, my love for wordplay and puns originated from my flirtatious rhyming and coupling of sexy, saucy words from erotic dictionaries and sites which would certainly be most suggestive to many, LOL, and then after writing early erotica I developed a love and appreciation for the playing of words in all genres, and this new concept poetry series takes all you space cadets into a whole new endorphiny estuary, through the deepest and most delicate desires and fantasies of the human heart, as well as through eroticism beyond the body.



Here is the tentative title listing for the forthcoming series:

*

1: Nayika Siddhi
2: Ben-Wa, Pharaoh Of The Pheromones
3: On Va Chez Toi Ou Chez Moi?
4: Laetitia Lockheart’s Luscious Lounge Of Licentious Lovebirds
5: Shanti, Shakti, Shambhu
6: In And Out Of Every Breath (Hong-Sau)
7: Outer Spaces Of Innuendos
8: Lighting The Torch Of Eternity
9: Slow Dancing With The Lips Of The Original One
10: Naked Promise In A Glance
11: Valisa Vincilagnia & The Venus Butterflies
12: Are You Ridin’ Dirty?
13: Daisy Chains And Candy Canes
14: Thick As Thieves Begging On Their Knees
15: Can Your Midnight Cowgirl Play The Fiddle?
16: Transcending The Twilight Worship

*







*

(blushes) The truth is, being the sensual and salacious yet sensitive Scorpio I am, many of my poems have been inspired from erotic fantasies and dreams I have every day. For instance, you may not have previously known this, but my inspiration for the cosmic 2004 summer anthem “Vulpecula Vixen” came from a Suicide Girls model of the same name (“Vixen”) who I developed a huge strange crush on, with her fresh-face, colorful fluorescent deadlocks and her glowing, glaring body.





Also, the actress Susan Ward is the muse who put my song “Fast Company” through the wind tunnel. She is both full of feminine grace and bubbly, mirthful southern hospitality that I have a crush on her too and it inspired this “racey” melody with an old school sound.



And so stay tuned for this mesmerizing meandering through the sensual, mysterious mirror of the mind, as well as many more scintillating summer sprinklers, yay! :) In the meantime, time for me to sink my teeth in Kinky Friedman’s “Elvis, Jesus & Coca-Cola”! Jumpin’ Jehozephat!

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