Saturday, May 21, 2005

Unholiest of Violations: The Fate of the 'Mosi-leum'

On the grounds of the Pritchard Estates, the most exotic locale next to the Velvet Lounge has always been the 'Mosi-leum'. Over the span of one year, this realm of soothing greens and mellow beiges was lovingly handcrafted by its once proprietor into an erotic den of high-brow impiety. Right from the time of its completion, the turnstiles never slowed. Visitors of all creed and religion traveled in droves from near and far to experience first-hand and become seduced by this den of debauche. It's murky exploits were only passed in hushed whispers fostering an intrigue and legend that quickly assumed mythic proportions.

However, in an act of historical treachery last week, the wrecking ball struck down the last vestiges of that golden era. Today the place remains a hollowed shell of its former self - silent, sombre and empty. Much like the enchanted Muskoka palaces of old, its charm will live on in the hearts and minds of those who experienced everything it had to offer from its thunderous thrusts of overwhelming delight to the innumerable walks of shame. I'm sure of that.




And with that I bid Constance adieu.

4 Comments:

Blogger Nick said...

I am shedding a saline tear as I write this. We can only hope that somehow, somewhere, another Mosileum has been erected. Sometimes in those ethereal moments when I am drifting off to sleep, I can still hear that turnstile squeal.

Ol' Pritchy G didn't waste any time desecrating that eternal abode, did he...

9:11 PM  
Blogger Nick said...

Also, is that a satellite dish on the railing of the Velvy?

9:12 PM  
Blogger Dick said...

There's no saline in these eyes... good riddance. As for the railing, yes that is a dish. A state-of-the-art Digiwave as a matter of fact. Given that it rarely works due to constant zapping from the powers that be, it is fantastic in name only. Par for the course in my estimation.

6:18 PM  
Blogger Dick said...

Nick. No need to fret... the Mosileum is in no way dependent on the space or time continuum. Like peonies, where one fades away another rises twice as brilliant. That's a point of fact.

A world without such a place would be a world not worth living in. It is truly something for us all to aspire to.

8:33 PM  

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