magazine sniffer pulled one down from the shelf at random. it was april
1991, the year he started work at the aquarium, a happier time. he
wished She had know him back then, when he was 25,ambitious, had a full
head of hair and a good paycheck. it was before he was on the internet
and had easy access to picture of WOmen. he bought this magazine back
then, to look at Women on glossy paper, before the cold compter screen
pictures of later years. back when the magazine was new he could smell
the heady aroma of new ink. now it was 2008, he sniffed the pages.
they smelled well seasoned with age, but the faint perfume of ink was
still there. the paper smelled woody of the forest from wich it came.
he paged through the magazine, scanning for his favorite part of a
Woman , Her "vagina dentatta" (mouth). Women's mouths are so beautifull
,especially in magazines.red lips slightly open,highlited from the studio
lights. teeth guarding soft pink tounges - no smoking in this issue, this
was before magazine showed that.he unfurled the centerfold and She appeared:
She has black hair with bangs. Her skin is pale white ,like porcelin.
Her arms are heavilly tattooed. She has peircings and a tounge ring. this
picture was published before these things were common. he sniffed the
old magazine page. She was almost fully clothed,strange for this
magazine. a tight black corset covered Her breasts and tummy. a staple
went throughthe skirt,that almost covered Her bottom. just visible
under Her skirt are white cotton panties hiding Her lotus petals. shiny
black boots covered Her feet and ankles. Fishnet stokings uto Her thighs
it is 2008. he could look at anynumber of Women online,but he couldn't
take his eyes off Her -even with clothing protecting Her from his gaze.
this was the Woman he desired- the Woman he couldn't have with his vulgar
body. She isn't really there. is She?
magazine sniffer took out his black rubber handled x-acto knife and cut
out a tiny square of paper from Her lips. he placed it on his tounge.
he tasted fresh ink, activated by the moisture in his mouth.
the ink had a very strange effect on him : faith.
could he see a reflection of the Virgin Mary on Her shiny boots? or was
it a leprecahn? or was he the leprecahn and She the Virgin Mary? he was
confused head spinning.
She was very fragile. he didn't want to ruin the page by licking it or
getting any other wetness on it. he wanted to kiss Her and feel Her
tounge ring. he took a pencil and erased some of teh ink from the page
,making a white cigarette in Her mouth. then with less pressure gently
rubbed the page with the eraser created some swirls of smoke from Her
mouth.
the smoke began to move.
was this the effect of the ink on the tiny paper square on his mind?
the smoke floated above Her,spirling out of the magazine page toward him.
in the smoke he saw a face - with eyes nostrils and a mouth. the smokey
face gave him ethereal smokeykisses . Her smoke was lite and free away
from her printed picturebody. untouchable he beleived it was really
happening. if only he could beleive hard enough, it could be real.
Her smokebody could make love to him, even if Her printed magazine page
body could not, seperated from him.
She is not really there of course, he thought to himself ,doubt entering
his consiousness-
Her smokespirit body began to dissipate.
thaddaeus