Or simply lips to both you and I
Lips….what are they?
Have you ever been punched or slapped on one or both of them?
Have you had one or both bleed or spasm in pain?
Have you had the pleasure of a Botox injection without any anaesthetic? by an under-weight, unhygienic, D-grader, illiterate technician who just so happens to have club fingers?
Just recall or imagine or think of a sudden tug of a thick needle, the explosion of pain, the throbbing, deep pulsing sensation spreading through your pursed lips, your fists clenching as the sensation of thick viscous, treacle like fluid is pumped deep into your lips, the dizzying, throbbing admixture of intense pain and acute pleasure leaves you confused. This can only be fathomed by those who have been through this procedure themselves at a back street clinic that also doubles up as a abortion clinic with metal coat hangers strewn everywhere. To truly understand these words, you have to undergo the procedure yourself, it’s a testament of both faith and spiritual awakening as shortly after the procedure you will find yourself uncontrollably crying and praying in unison to God, Allah, Jehovah, Hanuman swearing that if only you didn’t catch a viral infection post op, you will mend your evil ways.
Lips are practically useless organs …let’s think about it, lips …what are they for? To protect your mouth you say, that doesn’t cut it.
Take for example your skull, it protects your brain and skulls are made out of bone so you’ll have to agree skulls are pretty tough and pretty dense unless if you’re blonde haired, green-eyed, size zero, petite Latina female, then you’re simply pretty… just pretty.
Then there’s your nose. Your nose is soft a bit like a car bumper fairly easy to break and fairly easy to reset, but your lips…..
I thinking about lips whilst sitting in a coffee shop in Marrakech in Jema Al Finna …one of my favourite past times during my frequent trips to Morocco. This is where Hemminway, Churchill to name a few wrote their classics and you are now reading one. LOL
There is something bizarrely wonderful about the bitter, cheap, cappuccinos served by small bouji coffee stalls. I sit here, people watching, absent minded, watching everyone who walks past and there are easily 100s of people who walk past. In my head, I focus on all the pretty things that meander by, busy in their own thoughts totally unaware of my magnetic energy that is pulsating across the market square, finding myself magnetically drawn to their….lips.
Many I would kiss.
There are admittedly some lips, the ugly ones that I want to punch…Many I would kiss.
This made me think that Freud was right after all: He theorised that the lips and the mouth were the primary erotic-genic zones, apparently from the age of zero to 18 months the mouth was a primary pleasure zone that is you gained pleasure from putting things in your mouth and to prove Freud wrong, I would occasionally target ugly mostly males who walked past and would visualise punching them on their lips. Obviously I wasn’t just fixated in a Freudian manner; that would be disgusting!
I was still wondering on what the purpose behind lips as my favourite waitress approached me, catching me unaware as I heard her sexy dulcet voice murmuring “Hello Habibi”
I focused on her brightly coloured, out of proportion, duck-billed, blood red lips and I found myself drawn towards her, I immediately stood up wanting to plant a hot, all encompassing, wet, enveloping kiss embracing both of her poorly proportioned lips, I wanted to overwhelm her with my own lips, momentarily erasing all thoughts from her head as I gently sucked away at her soul….. She purred as she asked. “Can I get you some drink “
I found myself standing up to greet her and then ended up simply pecking her cheek, something I would give to my mother or overly aged close to her death bed aunt.
That’s when it dawned on me and whilst Freud was treating babies as pleasure seeking objects I theorised that lips:
Lips are magnets, they are our radars to the outside world picking up energy positive and negative dependent upon our mind-set positive energy is picked up and absorbed increasing the body of positivity yet negative energy is also absorbed depending on your mind set and state….
After fumbling my kiss with the waitress who hardly knew me. The journey back to my apartment was a hellish affair suddenly Jinns from every crevice of Marrakech emerged, as if Aladdin had taken an electric sander to his magic lamp and now 1000s angry, foul tempered, uptight, downright arse- holes of Jinns all emerged at once whispering, chanting, negative thoughts. I saw an old dervish in his multi-coloured robe walk by clutching a rosary, chanting to himself some mystical spiritual chant but I immediately felt his eyes on me leering at me swearing at me under his breath I could see his lips move. I then saw a group of taxi drivers, sipping Moroccan tea chomping on baklava and smoking sheesha, yet I felt that they were all going to scam me, beat me and rob me…none of that happened I had a safe journey home to my hotel room and now as I sit here reflecting I realised that I had to wasted an entire afternoon of a long weekend simply by adopting a negative self- sabotaging mind set and allowing my lips to be attracted to and absorbing every morsel of negativity that was within my vicinity…and now my mind is racing and my thoughts won’t shut up and I luckily recall a chat with Richard Bandler the founder and creator of NLP, at one of his earlier seminars and he mentioned to a participant who told his friend who told his friend who told me a spiritual chant that he guaranteed would quieten the mind and reduce the orchestra of hard rock, death metal and suicidal thoughts that had taken root and had started to fester and were fermenting away in my headspace …I cleared my lungs by breathing out and then repeated the following mantra as taught to Richard Bandler by some mystical Tibetan Monk and chanted over and over and over again…
“Shut the fxck up. Shut the fxck up. Shut the fxck up.
All because I had set my energy absorbing magnets on the wrong setting and a path of negativity…
