tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-210995162009-02-20T18:50:36.568-08:00Volvicakristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14214781427630043035noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-26004902865430802282007-09-02T21:11:00.000-07:002008-12-12T21:05:28.730-08:00V. at the Tallahassee Canyon<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhaFtSNovrA/RtuLFS4OB2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8K0ilmvX3xg/s1600-h/DSCN1514.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DhaFtSNovrA/RtuLFS4OB2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/8K0ilmvX3xg/s200/DSCN1514.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105827525637834594" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-2600490286543080228?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>Maureen Seatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236592869565350791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-41323463280722688262007-09-02T20:50:00.000-07:002007-09-02T21:02:32.777-07:00Volvica Flies to TallahasseeShe's an angel before the pilot that gave her wings touches down near K's, she's air-drunk, coming like that from N's on the Northwesterlies: Volvica with goggles on her forehead and a purple cape full of superpowers. <br /><br />I miss her.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-4132346328072268826?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>Maureen Seatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236592869565350791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1167261264534192602006-12-27T15:13:00.000-08:002006-12-27T15:14:24.550-08:00Facial Geometry Now Out!www.tashogi.com/facialgeometry<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-116726126453419260?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14214781427630043035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1162767423720701162006-11-05T14:54:00.000-08:002006-11-05T14:57:03.736-08:00It’s fall. Where did all of Volvicas friends go? Sleeping under a leaf? A liege? What right to I have to lay around and miss them?<br /><br />(who’s at the beach today, sweetie?) <br /><br />(Evan asks me: are you a fruit fly?)<br /><br /><br /> Oh the swarming…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-116276742372070116?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14214781427630043035noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1162516960034288832006-11-02T17:20:00.000-08:002006-11-02T17:22:40.050-08:00Volvica in 3D<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/887/1600/residenza.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/887/320/residenza.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-116251696003428883?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>FRIVOLEnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1157849126631312432006-09-09T17:36:00.000-07:002006-09-09T17:45:26.630-07:00V. at the Grand Canyon<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6588/1927/1600/DSCN1609.1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6588/1927/320/DSCN1609.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-115784912663131243?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>Maureen Seatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236592869565350791noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1157848380326148682006-09-09T17:28:00.000-07:002006-09-09T17:33:00.326-07:00Parsimonious VolvicaWhen she lived in Miami she was squinty. That's right. She was quiddily skindishish. Her cheeks looked like this: <br /><br />()<br /><br /><br />Her arms looked like this: <br /><br />|<br /><br /><br />Her head was the lushest part and even her hair looked like this: <br /><br />*<br /><br /><br />Sometimes I liked to break off a piece and eat her.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-115784838032614868?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>Maureen Seatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236592869565350791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1154444715881082662006-08-01T08:01:00.000-07:002006-08-01T08:05:15.903-07:00Volvica's Summer WardrobeWe are all somehow disembodied. I did it at the beach when it was raining. Then she brought sand in to me in a jar and we shook it until the glass broke. She decided to dye her hair black for the summer. And we had a long break from each other, and we cried and we remained in the day. <br /><br />Send it back to me, won't you sweetie? I am ready.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-115444471588108266?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14214781427630043035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1147052619173662952006-05-07T18:42:00.000-07:002006-09-09T17:27:55.590-07:00The Creatures of Blissica<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6588/1927/1600/DSCN1445.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6588/1927/320/DSCN1445.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-114705261917366295?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>Maureen Seatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236592869565350791noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1141771371826942562006-03-07T14:37:00.000-08:002006-03-07T14:42:51.840-08:00FantasticaThat to the derivation of a child: You sank spires.<br /><br />Immediately Fantastica set up shop as a lingerie model. This and that. This to her: vote immediately for bananas!<br /><br />She pillaged a deep hearted trunk for corsets and sails. Such primping. Such holding to desires. Here this: no more trunk shows in July.<br /><br />There, after it all, primates sold their soles to the town shoemaker. We are all wearing them these days. Buy the monkey shoes!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-114177137182694256?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14214781427630043035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1138209144548978462006-01-25T09:09:00.000-08:002006-01-25T09:12:24.560-08:00Garnier CityPermeate, or permeation. Rain, rain, rain. Volvica's hair gets ruined in the rain, all that red dye # 234 falling and washing into the sewers of her city. What is her city? Loreal, Nice N' Easy, Clairol. Erase your color, Volvica (and I do mean to talk directly to you!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113820914454897846?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14214781427630043035noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1137970446117716462006-01-22T14:44:00.000-08:002006-01-22T15:04:53.546-08:00Volvica, Part III<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/887/1600/volvica%27s%20heart.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/887/320/volvica%27s%20heart.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Well, I never sugggested we get buck naked. But it's glamfabulous with a dash of Mrs. Dash. I met Volvica yesterday near an ashtray on the corner of Frivole and Snodville Avenue where she buried her heart. She pointed out the Seaton stationed near the stove on the beach. She said, "Now that's a pair of jeans I gotta have." She tiptoed to the Seaton stationed by the stove on the beach and tip tapped her on the shoulder. "Halloooo," the Seaton responded, then vanished, poof! Volvica, sadened by the lack of jeans, fell silent, or fell and was silent, then dug up her heart. It was a funky day, filled with heart pounding madness, well, not really, but a wee tad sad to say the least.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113797044611771646?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>FRIVOLEnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1137850060087698532006-01-21T05:26:00.000-08:002006-01-21T05:27:40.096-08:00Bucklenalia<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2702/760/1600/belt_model_200b.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2702/760/320/belt_model_200b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113785006008769853?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14214781427630043035noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1137808377775900562006-01-20T17:50:00.000-08:002006-01-20T17:52:57.783-08:00Volvica's Buckled Once Removed<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6588/1927/1600/88863842_15167a335a.0.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6588/1927/320/88863842_15167a335a.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113780837777590056?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>Maureen Seatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236592869565350791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1137806781198414062006-01-20T17:16:00.000-08:002006-01-20T17:26:21.213-08:00Volvica's BuckledI raced toward past tense and beheld myelf in a speedo and crossed myelf really fast, an old replica of a duplica of myelf. Thus it goes, loving one's elf, one's bedazzling bebuckled elf.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113780678119841406?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>Maureen Seatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236592869565350791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1137650725381712462006-01-18T22:00:00.000-08:002006-01-18T22:05:34.606-08:00Volvica, Part II<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/887/1600/PA065020.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5748/887/320/PA065020.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I thought about posting an image of a bedazzling belt buckle, but this a poem, so I thought, no way, that would be ridiculous. Then, I said to myelf, never. Volvica interrupted, not Girl, but just pestered me about posting it. Go ahead, she said. No, I said. And I asked if Vol. had gone through all the movies at Netflix, to change the subject, so the story goes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113765072538171246?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>FRIVOLEnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1137599653212371952006-01-18T07:41:00.000-08:002006-01-18T07:54:13.243-08:00Volvica Blesses the World According to VolvicaWe hit a record high on route nine-oh. We accordioned but we could still see the pink or skyscraper so we piled on each other. We were very starry. Or we drove in the HOV lane and up up up and when we hit the high ramp we took the portal to the port, hopped on the Queen Latifah with our New Passports (Jimmy, Kiki, and Pasta Fazool) and sailed away. (When I say we I mean you. Bless you.)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113759965321237195?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>Maureen Seatonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14236592869565350791noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1137594664094931072006-01-18T06:26:00.000-08:002006-01-18T06:31:04.103-08:00The Gospel of VolvicaFirst of all, you should make thousands of belt buckles in the likeness of Geena Davis' Golden GLobes dress, and you should write "Geenica" or "Volvica" on them. Then sell them to all the boys and girls you know and make them wear them in their hair, on their wrists, and of course, as belt buckles! You should paste them on the fronts of those hotel bibles and sell them like that. You could open up the bible and have gospel music play, like the music that is playing here, at my job. We could all fall out in the aisles and scream, "lordy, mercy, yes, Jesus, take me!" and we could be taken. Taken.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113759466409493107?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14214781427630043035noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1137537532143609172006-01-17T14:36:00.000-08:002006-01-17T14:38:52.156-08:00Volvica, Part IHi, my name is Volvica, and I'd like to introduce myself to you. "Hi." Ok. Now that's done, I have to tell you a story about this little belt buckle I got today. You see, it's cute, shiny with bedazzling rhinestones. I called the buckle, Volvica's Buckle, which I think should be the name of our next poem: "Volvica's Buckle" or "Volvica Buckled."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113753753214360917?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>FRIVOLEnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21099516.post-1137511162095469232006-01-17T07:15:00.000-08:002006-01-17T07:19:22.096-08:00Volviva, RenaldicaInterview answer: to be lazy, lacidazical, lude, vile, or bibllical. The first character of our verse play will be...(can I edit here, are we being recorded?) Well, the second or third character will be John. He, John, had little children, many of them. There was the conflict. Johnny cake and guava berry. Which sauce shall I use?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21099516-113751116209546923?l=volvica.blogspot.com'/></div>kristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14214781427630043035noreply@blogger.com0