14.April.19

Blue berries may be either the ones left behind to dry and shrivel or they may be the ones broken by a hungry beak, a veritable point which such fruits can never escape: sadness.

Cubes remain firm in their recusancy to never circle around the truth: to be a sphere is not a state a dimensional square can bear.

Abstract cogitations must work with deductive ones when developing a conlang that is both novel and precise.

Texture of ‘nduja on toast leaves tongue tingling and wanting more noshes. ; )

13.April.19

About what do cat dreamers wish? Would they decline fetching a throw-stick in order to nosh on a fish?

For what do feline friends hope? Surveying from a tree nine cubits high or scratching a post wrapped in rope?

How does puss get to that for which he yearns? Does he tootle ahead or jumpity-split as if tail burns?

When will tabby get that which is sought? Must he best doggone world’s kriegspiel or mew, purr, and rub legs a lot? ; )

12.April.19

When life feels imbalanced and a blur–geomalism unable to equipoise a soul set askew, there exists, on the horizon, a warmthful peace–within reach.

Only those who thole the trials between dusk and dawn will develop the ability to see the brights beyond the shadows.

Let not the pursuit of that which is both hidden and hoped retreat to shade’s security for fear will turn dreams into adiaphorons, brakes that break the irreparable.

Lost in a forest for the trees, needs feel ever afar, seen and never touched. But, the unicorn lives neither under palm nor rainbowed sky; residing inside the self, truest joy is always nigh. ; )

11.April.19

Neither law nor despot can control my right to be free; cheers to freedom of choice and individuality.

Just as quattrocento art enlightened expression in a more classic sense, spirits can oft illuminate sincerity from realms tense.

Alacrity to overcome that which fears comes, always, from within, but certainly a bit of help is welcome from a glass brimmed with mixer and gin.

Even the most pervicacious soul will not change this mind for self serves own interests and joys, unfettered from onuses that bind. ; )

10.April.19

Attack of shark may have broken board and maculated wetsuit in blood, but survivors turn tragedy to creativity–forming a solid foundation out of mud.

Someone thought they flimflammed me when they traded a box of treasure for a vintage fur. Markers, though, in my hands, create pieces for which inspiring feelings stir.

Let this be a Parthian shot: wide-eyed and resplendent koi. While angry sea-beasts may instill fear in those they meet, carp of peace heal wounds before eliciting joy.

Shall we toast to survival or achievement in the form of arising? Many Cyprinus rubrofuscus are from Japan, so let us drink soju from Korea in the spirit of life both persistent and surprising. ; )

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