HOME | POLITICS | SPORTS | LIFE | SCI/TECH | OPEDS | HELPFUL TIPS
|
Jan. 25, 2007 More beautiful than the most beautiful woman in the world, as beheld by some, is the beautiful goddess. She is very dark brown, the color of mahogany or chocolate, with brilliant glossy black hair that covers her entire back to the waist, unless she rolls or ponytails it. She is tall and athletic, superb at skiing, riding and swimming. Her oval face has just a suggestion of a pout and her full carmine lips are eminently kissable. When she smiles her eyes are chatoyant black star sapphires. She has the fragrance of attar of roses or frankincense. She is ever the lady, witty, charming and gracious, but also divinely intelligent, and can expatiate on many excellent subjects. She knows languages, theatre, art, music, history and geography. She has been places and done things. She has walked in the capitals of the world. She is 30 or 35 years old, and looks younger, but possesses the wisdom and experience of someone much older. Her manners are perfect. She is the embodiment of decorum. She is soft-spoken and affable. Her private life is impeccable. She eschews all promiscuity and vices. She is wholesome and vibrant with sunny health, energetic and supple. She is herself an accomplished woman. She can play piano or harpsichord, and is at home with the greatest pieces of classical music. Perhaps she can also play the harp. She reads all the great literary works of the ages, and can talk knowledgeably with anyone about such things. She reads, and may write, poetry-romantic lines and epic verses. She may paint watercolors or make tapestries and embroideries as a pastime. She has no religion and no spiritual ideas. Her attention is focused on the real world and all that is in it. She is more interested in cities and plains, mountains and glaciers, rivers and islands, than she is in parables and beatitudes, prayers and prophecies, canons and catechisms. If she dances ballet, she may wear a leotard and tights, but usually you can expect to see her in a little red satin dress with an A-line miniskirt or a challis print, with a white crepe scarf at her neck, by day, perhaps a floor-length black satin gown in the evening. She will wear a choker and bracelets, and perhaps a circlet on her forehead. Her name is Ajinblambia, and she was made to rule the world, its goddess and benefactress. She is the lady of nations and the darling of countries. She is the peerless one, the nonpareil. There are legends about her. Some say that she is superhuman, others that she came from another planet. Some say she is the heiress of a great family that once ruled the Earth, then retired, like a camellia in autumn, only to bloom again in the spring in her person. Some say she is immortal, ever walking the face of the planet, awaiting the day of her coronation. But Ajinblambia herself dismisses such legends. She can hardly believe people spin these tales about her, but secretly she is delighted that they do. ------------ About the author Thomas Keyes: I have written two books: A SOJOURN IN ASIA (non-fiction) and A TALE OF UNG (fiction), neither published so far. I have studied languages for years and traveled extensively on five continents. Email: udikeyes@yahoo.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
||||||
|
|
|||||||
|
