Okay, mom, now it is my turn to train you!

You need to visualise a preeminent walker. I suggest modeling your stride after Kylie’s stroll in her ‘Come Into My World’ music video; it exemplifies an ideal pace that will preclude me from getting yanked back by the collar.

Balance is key, so I want you to spend an hour each morning practicing the crane technique on the gondolas that run the canalette passing the butcher shop. And, please bring home a pound of pancetta for my breakfast. I will be up at ten.

Regarding your footwear, emanationism suggests that their are no perfect soles passed down from heavenly souls, but I feel confident that a pair of New Balance trail-runners will suffice just fine.

We are inextricably linked as best friends, so it is crucial that we wander this world in sync, in rhythm, in harmony. Thank you for heeding my suggestions, but I am tired of this tutoring task now. Let us perambulate to the pier; I believe the butcher shop is still open. ; )

Canvas amidst canvas pulls first features from bristles, delusive hues limning creator’s circle not yet known.

Relief from a still life requires brushing away citrus bowls eavesdropping on kitchen-sinking—and reliving, instead, foundations of gratitude.

Moment plus modicum transforms abstract to real, each line realising their role in the play.

Settled and centered, mounted memory misses birth’s breezes, but reflects to beamish eyes a story desired for retelling. : )

The hey is that in your arms? And, what is with your effusive glee? You should only be wearing a solemn affect when you bring food to me.

A Scottish Fold? Why on earth would I want a friend? I am a cat. Throw it the washer for all I care; just bring a milk-filled saucer to my mat.

Meow you are crossing the line missy! How dare you feed it first! I am going to break both that munchkin and the mutchkin quenching it’s thirst!

Look, Egyptians worshipped my kind as gods and you will honour me the same way. But, your religion will be monotheistic, so get ready to pray.

“Beloved kit blessed with charming disposition and snowy fur, I will attend to your terrene needs before anyone else’s—including my own. Upon receipt of any acrimonious purr, I will procure for you a richest cow, even if I must take a danfo to remote fields in order to atone.”

And, do not forget to return that furry potato-tot. Also, wash your hands afterwards—a lot, a lot. ; )

Path to prosperity may not follow from first advance.

Vulcanize utility from unstable properties: tire burns cease.

Volcanize beauty from able territories: sigher learns peace.

Ergo, nolition leads to neither pains of change nor births of betterment.

Whether phrontistery’s foundation is steel or sand, whether growth grows of will and skill or lava and phenomena, roads to paradise are both stepped and steeped in discovery. : )

Mottled as pongal’s negative, ray flies like butter across a sizzling space.

While ocean bat reaches sunyata by reading blank waves, its observer accepts intrusion.

Wings define the farer, but servile tail supplies the character.

Contrasts of currents created may discombobulate—until the scene seen cannot be otherwise. : )