Eat Mangoes Naked...

hmm, that's something i haven't tried - well... not in front of Denzel Washington anyway! So I'm sending it out into the universe. Universe, I'd like to eat mangoes naked in front of Mr Washington. And Universe, I'd like to think he'd like that too.

mmm... man-goes, den-zel, same amount of syllables. no coincedence.


Actually, I have eaten a mango naked - well, almost. I was up at Glastonbury festival in June. My friend Helen (the one that always gets me mango stuff when she stays round mine) surprised me with a nice big mango. I was over the f**king moon.

I saved it for breakfast - me, myself and I, zipped up in my tent, gladly closed off from the hustle & bustle of Glastonbury, eating my mango, in my panties & bra, with my belly hanging out. It was DIVINE, darling, divine. I was totally in my element. :-)


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aaaand another Mango Haiku (3)...

3.


chest rises and falls
mmm, her early-morning breath
smells of sweet mangoes




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(p.s: in case you're wondering, haiku is an ancient form of Japanese poetry consisting of 17 syllables - 1st line must be 5 syllables, 2nd line 7 syllables, 3rd line 5 syllables. I like haiku. I like the challenge.)

Erm, Do You Know I Have a Mango Shrine?

Oh yeah. The freak in me goes deeper than you think. ;-)

There is no cure. And why would I want one? Pray tell me.


Anyway, check out my very own mango shrine. (Update - 19/3/10: I did have a mango shrine. Honest, I did. Was an online mostly-pictorial homage to my favourite sunshine fruit. I'll probably recreate it at some point).


I bid you adeiu...

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Mango Activist...

I had these badges made for me - I wear them everywhere now - have 3 strapped on like i'm some kinda soldier and in a way, yeah, i am - i'm a mango soldier, a mango activist - the lara croft of the mango world!, travelling tirelessly round the globe to save mangoes from extinction!

Come to think of it, i think i'll be like Blade instead - maybe not as miserable though - creeping out of the shadows in my stealth leather jacket to kick apples out of people's hands!


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Mango Haiku (2)...

2.

mango thief is caught
"I'm sorry" just won't cut it
Judge says: off with tongue



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True Story...

I was in New York last year - on holiday for a couple of weeks - with my sister - Upper Westside - 82nd street or so.

There were a lot of homeless people, beggars - no different than London really. One of them was a girl. I call her a girl because she was. She looked very young - couldn't have been older than 14. So young.

Sleeping next to a shop.

Dirty. Very dirty. Like she'd been down a chimney sweep. The dirt didn't hide her childhood. And the fact that she was a beautiful child. And the worrying fact that she may never grow up to be a balanced young woman with a whole world of opportunities at her feet.

I didn't know what to do for her.

So I placed a couple of dollars in her curled hand

...and a mango.

And walked away...

knowing that neither one of them would be enough.


I'm sorry I couldn't save you

Put warm food in your belly
Wash your face
Bathe you
Clothe you
Hug you

Tell you "you're safe now".



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Mango Haiku (1)

1.

approach with caution
carnivorous mango tree
7 goats missing



© mango FReak - '07

My Nephew Thinks Dried Mangoes Stink....

What is wrong with the boy?

I think I might take him to the doctor's for a check-up.

There must be a cure.


(Hey, Kaptain Krayola, wipe that smug look off your face. Grrr...)


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