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Savants, Shoppers and Poetry

  • Well, I finally got around to moving my Savant Collection to a bigger and better curio cabinet (AKA their very own page here at Zen Fetish).
  • When visiting, please do not pick up, handle or fondle the Savants. Remember: You break it, you buy it.
  • As you browse this small (but most exclusive) collection, you might also notice that there are more Savants awaiting their debut: Vanilla Savant (there’s one in every crowd, don’t ya know?), Closeted Savant (he has secrets), Lady of the Lace Savant (the first female savant — yowza!), Horn Dawg Savant (this one is lotsa fun — just you wait) and Pussy-Whipped Savant (which really always is the case anyway — he just is a bit more aware of it).
  • God Bless Luscious Lyndee: She’s now the proud owner of two Brian Rawson photographs.
  • I’ve been getting a lot of poetry sent my way these days for some reason and I do thank the senders very much. One (a Shakespearian Sonnet) is below. And thanks to you-know-who.
  • Oh, and did you see the response to A O Hell posted by a certain Savant who is pretty darn creative and down right hillarious? That, too, is below.
  • Now that everything is tied up into a neat little bow, let me say goodbye for tonight. Kink-O-Phone is now officially off of the hook.


Sonnet 57 ~William Shakespeare

Being your slave, what should I do but tend
Upon the hours and times of your desire?
I have no precious time at all to spend,
Nor services to do, till you require.

Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the bitterness of absence sour
When you have bid your servant once adieu;

Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are how happy you make those.

So true a fool is love that in your will,
Though you do any thing, he thinks no ill.


System/Prakrit Kamasutramurtri Says:

October 20th, 2006 at 8:50 pm

Dear Pearl:


It gladdens my heart, here in Mumbai, to learn that your AOL Email system has at last returned to its normal state of happy repair.

In your posting to ZenFetish, however, I sense smally that there remains of bitterness and dissatisfaction with AOL and with my own most sincere efforts to assist you with your unfortunate problem. Know well, that at all times, I strenuously expended myself to my utmost to relieve you of your most perplexing difficulty.

Sadly, Brahma was not amenable to the resolution of your misfortune on this occasion. Such is karma. I wished you to be cognizant that I am now burning incense and have offered sweets and flowers at the Temple of Kali in hopes of atonement.

Please take a moment to give me a good report when further communicating with my superiors.


Prakrit Kamasutramutri (”Jerry”)
Your AOL-Customer Service Representative in Mumbai

4 Responses to “Savants, Shoppers and Poetry”

  1. AvonBard Says:

    I wish that I could write you a sonnet every day.  Alas, like the fellow who sent you #57, I must rely on Mr. Shakespeare.  (Except that one time~wink.)

  2. goodguygonebad Says:

    Knighted?!! There’s a way to get knighted by Angela? What does a guy have to do to deserve such an honor? I’ll kneel, I’ll crawl on glass, I’ll kiss your feet. But then, I guess, I do all that anyway. I love the new category Angela!

  3. Angela Says:

    Awe, gee, guys.

  4. Luscious Lyndee Says:

    Yes, I cannot wait to receive them!! I am going to mat and frame them and hang them in my new home!!! Thanks for turning me onto Brian’s works!!

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