Tiger Blood In The Mouth
Eduviges Gearlds
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Ramón Alvia is a world-renowned boxer, but he's getting old - 40, to be exact - and his wife and kids want him to retire. He can't leave the sport, though, and through his continued time at the gym, soon discovers a young boxer named Deborah (Eva De Dominici) who has the savage passion he does too. Suddenly renewed, Ramón decides to leave his family, take back on his manager, and go down the rabbit hole with Deborah, who bares boobs and buns during several long sex scenes! As their lives spiral into passion and violent, their careers get interesting. You won't have any blood in your mouth after this one, but you'll have blood everywhere else!
The Cabim, or Sionium, or Thabal is bredin Java. It hath one strange vertue, if anycarry with them the tip of the mouth thereof,wound him in a thousand places, he shall notbleed one drop.* There have been many triallsof it, and it is famous, and well knowen; forPage 112when Naodabeguea Malacensis, an enemy ofthe Portugees, in a manfull fight against them,was at length overpowered, and wounded inmany places, and fell, no blood started out ofthe widest wounds; after in rifling him, as theyplucked from his arme a gold arm-let (strangeto say) the blood with his life gushed all outsuddenly, as out of a broken vessell, which theybeing astonished to see, they understood byother captives that in that arm-let was closeda Cabims mouth, that is so potent in stanchingof blood.
With foot-and-mouth disease cases in Britain moving beyond 1,100 and some 170 meetings canceled by the outbreak or the weather this winter, British racing needed some joy. At least there was the Martell Grand National, April 7, and the rescheduled Cheltenham Festival, April 17-19, to look forward to. Then, on April 2, it was announced Cheltenham was off again because of a foot and mouth outbreak nearby, putting the course in a British Horseracing Board-designated exclusion zone.
With the first case of foot-and-mouth disease confirmed in Ireland, and the British government now saying the situation will last for months, the scope of the highly contagious disease continues to widen.
First the Cheltenham meeting was cancelled in England, now the foot and mouth outbreak will cause Irish horses not to travel to the Grand National meeting on April 5. This is because the Irish government continues to ask the industry in the country not to ship horses or travel to the country until 30 days after the last confirmed outbreak of the highly contagious disease.
I cover my eyes. Winter howls and ice cracks. I hate the redness of eyelids. I do not like blood. Screams, shouting, the sounds of hate. I have told them I possess rights. I am an adult. I make my own decisions. They examine me. People forever have their hands on me.
I learned the terrible things from Alfred, a second cousin once removed. We hated each other. He had red hair and a prissy mouth. When canoeing on the lake, he used his paddle to splash my new sunsuit. I stuck a yellow-eyed puff adder in his bed. He screamed like a girl. For what he told me his father spanked him hard, but I heard the words. I found out.
I never done anything to cause it. I had my job gunning the backhoe when we laid the new water mains down the old brick street lined with three-story mansions. They was dog days, the August sun blood red and out to blister the working man. Hot glare reflected in sweat along my brown arms.
Joseph, the teenage boy from south of the river, his skin undoubtedly darkened by a strain of Negro blood. Summers he rode his bicycle to the house and cut the lawn. I missed her. When I quietly opened the door of the white shed where garden implements and the mowers were kept, a flash of flesh broke shadows. Their bodies slanted across stacked bags of bone meal used to nourish the box bushes.
I have been used. I am a tea rose, a purple iris, and often a long-stem tiger lily. I scare men. I see fright flare in their eyes. I try to explain the nature and completeness of my gift to them, but they do not want completeness. They expect possession as if I could disassemble myself, present them a leg, a breast, a vagina. Occasionally my petals fall.
It is commonly known (a reader) that there is no law, however easy whose long observance does not bear some trouble except me laws of the barbarous and inhuman Giagas, which bring people contentment and happiness because all is in favor of the horrible earth and belly, such are the barbarities of the followers of this infernal monster, which horrify the spectator even the bearer of them. They surpass with it all human understanding, surpassing even the wild beasts of the Lybian and Arabian desert, they go beyond tigers and lions, exceed even the famished beasts of the woods, they satisfy their hunger with herbs and are content with them. These [Giagas] are not content with the food and vine that the earth gives but they feed on the flesh of human individuals of their own species and many also slake their thirst with the blood of these. These wise men of Athens wrote their laws on twelve tablets of ivory because they were stable and inviolable, but the inhuman legislator of the laws of the Giagas, Benign reader. Calling this legislation is not, as I have said, because she was the first to teach barbarity and cruelty, but because it was she, after her death as of her father and that of Zimbo the first general, who reconstituted the inhuman life of the Giaga and gave them particular laws to keep and observe which their ancestors neither had nor observed. For this reason I call her legislator, so she did not leave them written on tablets of ivory (though this is abundant in this black Ethiopia) but so that they be firm and stable she left them cut in tables of marble which are the hearts of the Giagas, cruel and inhuman people so that they should be inviolably observed. Ivory surrenders to the fire, but marble, wherever it is, is always marble [25] the hearts of these are no less so the more they practice barbarities and the extreme of wrath the more marble-like they show themselves [to be] marble not surrendering themselves to the fire of fraternal love; to put out fire requires water and to light it, oil, but the hearts of the Giaga in which anger and indignation always burn do not require water to put it out or oil to cause it to blaze up, only the sight of a human being is required, and this makes them powerful lions, cruel tigers, and wrathful harpies and also a thirsty hart.
[9]. The MS lacks one leaf here, pp. 20-21, the only lacuna in the text. I have not been able to locate an equivalent elsewhere in the Araldi MSS. It is possible to reconstruct the sense of the missing part by reference to Istorica Descrizione, Book 2, no. 6 which is much less prolix than this tortured section. Tembo Andumba, after pounding her child up in the mortar made an ungent from the mass of blood and remains, which she distributed to her followers to give them strength and courage.
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