The Incorrigible Kitten

Chasing questions

April 24th, 2022

Oceans have rules by which one may not abide. Choose from unsettled rules instead and chase after your own tails. You hope to come up glorious unlike everyone else, like everyone else. Actual strength is not visible, my friend, until tested and that, in itself, lies the why.

Bluefin tuna do not stay in conceptual things such as territory of Man. Even then, not closed like an open flame in a tight jar.

I dreamt of wedding dresses—cream, white, yellow and red. Strangers were invited to the small-scale event because they offered a valuable service of selection. They will come in the place of people I already know and confirmed, do not like.

Even though they suggested a poor fit expectedly and the ones I selected is a poor fit unexpectedly. Tailor-made expectations are all there is.

Anything can be done quicker if no time is wasted on non-essentials—such as how to eat a banana with cutleries in a formal setting. Chi-chi moist cake, cream betrays more than fondant.

I choose red in a dream within a dream and we break for lunch—hungry and confident for 2 days time. From where come this confidence? Plain old broom and out through the front porch. The extraneous falls apart with time to undress the fundamentals, you will see.

Everything good about you is best for me while everything bad is made bearable so I can wait.

Oh snooze

April 19th, 2022

If you can’t have it in yours, you will take ours.

A lousy parasite! An ounce of happiness and of control over lives that can only be taken through baiting and pretense—most of which spills onto the concrete pavement and down the cracks in mere moments of delight; the rest scarcely coats the lacerations of your tongue fresh off the ground.

It’s edgy rude because it’s round to care.

At the root of shiftless plans is the unsustainable re-energising of a weakened state through unprovoked aggression. Recall the adrenalin of that feeling wrongly-assumed to be unfairly denied but which you hardly worked to earn or deserve—enough for the transient scent of a cheap past-date perfume. You are just as you are, only angrier about it.

Mocking their fit to compete with your unhappy familiars the number of frowns to horde—King of the miserables and an Archetype.

By some sleight of hand, losing strength is the same as having it to a muddle head as is the exercise of restraint and civility. Is going downhill the same as uphill? like letting go of weights to crack your skull is easier than storing them away from harm’s reach.

No happy person wakes up an Arsehole. If only you were capable enough to fix your own problems as generations take hold of theirs.

Nobody can love a person who themselves make love an impossibility. The same applies to care and concern. Yes, it bothers you—or it wouldn’t be worth the effort to get noticed— that you have faded to the back of that rusty old container with your fears realised and powerless.

Packed schedule

April 18th, 2022

An odd thing to be excited about but that’s not a quality I would deny.

Food-sampling, museum visiting, earthly-space “exploration”, merry festivals, swimming, text and video editing. Delightful activities more than sharing a cuppa with a sob story and a mean-spirited complaint which cannot be that horrific as recounted with the subject still alive to tell the tale.

What is the purpose of exaggeration other than to tug at strings in a not so subtle but manipulative fashion? Under the embellishment is a long-vein of fear that those by its side, will reveal the wrongness of its tint.

As if you didn’t already know with exhalation of each breath.

Is it loyalty of friends that’s in doubt or an ability to accept truth and of penitence?

If self-image is the only thing that causes you to fret, then telling tall tales is contrary to common-sense expectation; only with a modicum of attention is it startlingly obvious—overriding mundaneness made peerless.

That would not be needed if the account was reasonable enough on its own to brush sincerely and vividly—otherwise, there is nothing more to be said or done except uncredited useless platitudes.

To that end, I’ve no time left to give, having filled them with activities. I’d rather be alone, by myself and reflecting upon lonely faces at a train station.

Half an hour early and deciding if this is something to brag about or evidence still of an idle time. This or that — I caved not for stodgy tall tales.

Analysing dress

April 13th, 2022

That one dress, not that it’s a work of art or haute couture, is a discounted piece of body tent down to 30% of its former glory— mildly heavy but structurally sound and will stand the test of time, I‘d wager.

I admire it hanging next to my weathered-tinted windows conjuring ways to describe something banal without necessarily inviting banality to the form of midi dresses with the success of a frail umbrella pitted against a sudden knock of wind.

Comfort is cardinal to someone no longer tolerant of unnecessary irritants such as blisters, movement-constraints, scratching fabric, moisture retention, un-breathability, social expectations, opinions etc

Length was always— neither too short nor too long—it stops where pool sandals and flip flops cannot get in their way or it’ll perform the function for which it was commissioned with much reluctance.

So I settle for geometry with the enthusiasm of an erstwhile friend long forgotten for seemingly lesser important things— fold or box pleats extends outwards from the back like a triangle giving a cape-like effect whilst the prints comprised of squares, intersecting and parallel lines segments, right angles, equidistances and so on—occasionally marked with violently-combusted stars at random meeting points.

The colour bleed on the lines and the gradient of fabric colour from crème to green, draws an image of artful imperfection—similar to artwork found in museums I will visit clad in it—there is beauty in imperfection as is proven by Maestros of old and nature from time immemorial, and now—if I may be so bold as to add—a $60 with accordion-pleats dress

Modelling perspective

April 7th, 2022

Foreword: The left shoulder ache that persisted for days from poor sleeping position + ensuing lack of sleep was channeled into writing this post as an experiment of sorts. 🙃 Please bear that in mind whilst reading and judging this…Yikes.

The words past Dior’s lips trawls the virtuous eaten in a fit of jealous rage invisible beneath stellar couture. Though they hide not expressions, even past the stink of intentions under a spritz of Chanel No.5, they work nonetheless on the beguiled and their diamond-crusted eyes.

Ride and scream cheaply using mean words, petty actions and low-grade comments unworthy of dignity, polish or a dime—exactly as ordered—except to accumulate cemetery’s gravel under the sole of sky-high Jimmy Choos.

Heels won’t make the hunched back appear taller, smaller still if one can only stand up straight for fundamentals.

Quite the character, just not the one to admire— the sort to desire diversity in an inequitable world only in a wardrobe and jewellery box from breakfast at Tiffany’s—exactly the one with exquisite inlays filled only by stale air of yesterday’s news and moreish party balloons before it makes a quiet escape out of fading rosy cheeks and gaiety.

Even values and integrity cannot be traded if genuine to begin with and cannot be tricked into thinking that a bargain can be struck by parting with pricelessness and submit to esteemed indenture in perpetuity.

There’s nothing to gain from accepting a poor imitation of what is good. Now someone can buy it with dirty money until they be prevented from pillaging—yes even towards you—rummaging through your ashes.

Go with the flow and not against the tide yet cut the meat across the grains, not along them. Repeat but understand how they differ depending on the subject or risk an ineffectual campaign too valuable to dispose or retain.

There are things that should matter and things that should not. A pretty cause like overvalued self-importance is best left to rot.

Irrational and hopeless, all things weather-beaten against time gets dragged along littered routes of used plastic straws; too short to stay young compared to an average life and made insignificant still next to eternity.

Shifting perspective.

No, I’m not angry. Why should I be? Nobody is made for this world if they can only be here for just a speck in a very long time. That’s not an important question, still less the right one.

That the stars, Like soft-glowing lanterns, beautify all things for you

Chasing questions

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Oh snooze

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Packed schedule

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Modelling perspective

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