“No, I shan’t!” I said, blunt enough to slap their faces with a pink hue shadier than their natural pale colour of lifeless demeanour.
I’m not sorry if I appear tactless in society … I don’t bloody friggin’ care what society thinks
of royalties … one is only royal when the heart has wings, and until I hear it flapping they’ll not get an ounce of attention from moi.
Besides how insecure must one be to be bloody insecure without being … this is the koan when there’s too much imbalance when egos intermingle long enough with each other, not knowing each demon after sex* — I don’t have to indulge in erm … that to know how you all become the other, and get lost in the labyrinth!
Trying to extract me through your pleasurable fantasies just so you can indulge in my complexities is like shooting yourselves in the head, pun unintended. You are already perfect and perfected as you are … she needn’t have to judge me harshly as they judged themselves, their spouses, their girlfriends and the glitter from their one sixteenth carat diamanté , for crying out loud.
Accept yourself for what you are. Tarts or otherwise!
The issue here is the heart ladies. The mind is the veil. Unveil that and you’re free … born again virgins! … they had asked me, so uncouthly of course in their most refined manner or manners she thought was most refined, know how contemporary ladies do these days when they fear for their situations with their modern spouses, consorts or just utterly envious of everyone else apart from that reflection in the compact mirrors in their faux branded handbags looking back as if insidiously suggesting … their demons never satisfied of anything.
Even that Panamera in the bloody driveway!
Women, you must learn to contain yourselves. The mouth is just for that — fornicating prayers. But when you flush your mind through there, even angels take flight, and pronto.
I am not anti gender, nor anti human; nor am I the nemesis!
But you must realise that your spouse or consort is your responsibility. Not mine. I am, in print, not interested. Next para.
“But if you don’t marry … who will take care of you?” they asked.
Do women in general think
of such frivolities? I meant that as a non-condescending thought of course, I don’t expect the populous to think like me, but really. Let me see, the concept in itself is by itself, dot dot dot? Of course through the series of stimulated evolution or progression of the vibration, it would seem as if it is its own extension or wavelet but we shan’t dwell there today.
“Accept me as I am, sans jugement”, I texted her back. The plethora of questions provoked me. Even the well intentioned interviewer of a conglomerate at a previous job interview wasn’t that hollow.
O the mundane is utterly temporal.
It’s like contemplating without contemplating. There I was minding my sphere of breaths when she popped in, as if I had annoyed her train of thoughts. O they must have the ability, to think. They are at their very best when they are collusive. But if one wants to dive deeper by all means but sans moi, bien sûr.
Think, but not too much.
“But you’ll be lonely, with all that you have and all that you’ll have ” she added as if to destabilise. This concept of having is diametrical to everything else within the perimeters of course, but one doesn’t have to live that way. There’s so much more to all these trinkets, in life.
Realise this ladies — you are already perfect as you are. Accept that. The others too are when you stop judging them as you do your selves. The mirror is not to be blamed, Dior or Chanel.
* sex — Love makes you, ‘you’ don’t beget it!