GHENGIS KAHN: THE POWERS OF MYTH

Where's my steed, can we all ride the furies of your dreams and come out still intact? The very name of Ghengis Kahn puts us in a terrifyingly excited mood, "riding through the clouds" takes the whole theatre of his spectre into the realms of fantasy and drama and we "stiffen the sinus, summon up the blood, disguise fair nature"and all that sort of thing, in expectation of the unusual and are airborn. Annuccia of Norge

they slip into the heavy slender of the sixty nine merc her long hood of folded metal ready for the dusty steppe highways the sky aching blue reflects in her tinted glass her birth thousands of miles distant everyone in their place with waistbands tucked with italian russian peice hand tooled shoulder holsters by loving wives mothers stitched to place the lanolin smooth the oiled action tenderly cared for the cylynders clean techno in the tray eleven hundred watts of menace thumping from the long deck of trunk space they are all ready behind corallas ladas land rovers mitsubishis accords tweaked tuned loaded and locked pull the shifter into D his moustache waxed his military mind planned for all diversion the head band around the dark flowing hair the large gucci sunglasses glinting suns hot teeth through the tint the Maurader intake sucking air growling as he picks up speed the heartbeat of his stead they are on their way pounding heavy everyone relaxed and ready knowing their place the warrior nirvana in their chests the seats of cream leather supple on their backs

I set you off a little, but what a comment you fair blow the metal from the wood and the smell of the leather and sweating horses, chaffing at the bit is so stunning, stunning, stunning and WONDERFUL. Wonderful, wonderful. We sure got the unusual I asked for didn't we? Don't you think so Longobaldolino mi? Anna of Norway.