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Prince Paradox and Lady Oxymoron, a subtle hyperbole of love(ish)
Once upon a time in the Land of Contradiction, Prince Paradox, who only lied when he told the truth, was sadly smiling as he hurried to pause in the window of the doorway he called home ,only when he wasn’t out, in the middle of calling..on the faithful subjects who believed in him not too much anymore.
He stood in the shadows. Bathed in light coming in the window looking out on the rich fertile fields of Contradiction, oddly barren in the cold sunshine that warmed the air, bitterly cold on the dark wintery day. Near the spring, the Prince could see the children acting the part of the grown ups and playing and running and laughing in all seriousness as is the way that children work to take seriously their play. He smiled at their antics but it was a smile that only amounted to a grimace and nothing more.
The Prince was a lonely fellow, never without company. Except in this moment, that stretched on endlessly, as he contemplated that which he could not think of. He needed a wife.
Deep down, the Prince was a shallow man and he realized should he take a bride he would have to love her or be damned to hating himself for giving up and backing down on his often shaky conviction that he was a man’s man who felt like a woman…
I got myself stuck! 💡 ok moving on..… 🙄
…in enlightened ways of expanded thought that were narrow in their manly woman logic …. What the f*ck ever !!!
So now you know the Prince and are sure of nothing except that you care not a whit and are anxious to see how the story of the beginning of the love of Prince Paradox and his complimenting opposite the Lady Oxymoron whose obvious charms as you see, are hidden.
not that I am telling you what to think here…. just saying
Because in our talk we have not said much and made a perfect mess of nothing but sanity of the lunatic mind. So listen, as I show you the story in words that clearly say all that needs to be said is unspoken, the written word, not yet printed to properly define the limits of the ever expansive soul of the Lady Oxymoron. A free spirit who is enslaved by the unimaginable chains of her unthinkable thoughts.
I digress as I get to the point… Sorry, I make no excuse for my senseless rhetoric that hardly persuades you to soften your stance as you sit there in confusion. I can not help myself.
Insane logic tells us that this story should be an instant classic or that I should be committed for even attempting to so ….. Let us get back to our …story..
Prince Paradox was a man of tall stature and muscular build, I forgot to remember to mention that earlier and it is mildly important to the outcome …
He stood, with a blank gaze, staring out the window looking out, that no longer had sun coming in. as he had been immersed in the complexities of his simple mind (yes he was a bit of a vegetarian meatball when it came to BRAAAIIINNNNSSS er brains I think. )
His stomach grumbled in good-humored complaint that he had not eaten all day and he decided to help himself to some more food, from the table set for dinner at breakfast,
As he tripped lightlyacross the room to break his fast at dinner, in walks a Lady of such distinguishing subtleness, that Prince Paradox was struck dumb and humbled by the true illusion that stood radiant in the quickly dimming light of the slow setting sun.
15 thoughts on “Prince Paradox and Lady Oxymoron, a subtle hyperbole of love(ish)”
He BEST wipe with Charmin or there’s gonna be a class action LAWSUIT!
I’m going to say that the answer to all your questions is chocolate.
Mostly because it’s a good answer, but also because I’ll need some time to ponder and give them the attention they deserve…
I would hurry, but I doubt you’re waiting quietly for the answers.
Chocolate..?? That works. Good Answer! (cause you know I like to share my idiotic mental imagery 🙂 I have a scene from Family Fued.. after some contemplation EL Guapo says “I’m gonna say chocolate ” and while some are looking him like WTF Chocolate? they all clap and say good answer good answer… then what’s his name the host says points to the board and ding ding there is Chocoalte! Not only that, it is the Number 1 answer of 100 people surveyed…..You Rock the philosophy! )
Oh and I would not have been one of the WTF? people… I would have been like CHocolate? YEA!! just sayin…
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I don’t know if it’s your brain’s bi-polar or not but it certainly does come up with a lot of profound thinking! (You need a nickname for your bi-polar, I think.) Anyway, so much to think about in one post. I love the ending though. Which reminds me of my all time favorite joke:
If there was a bear chasing you, would you run up a hill? Down a Hill? Or into a church? To which everybody always answers: Into a church . . . then you say:
With a bear behind?
LMAO! I love it – that’s funny.
I don’t know what it is either…I don’t know if I can blame my weirdness entirely on bipolar – but some of the ways I express things is because of it – it’s another profound question that I don’t dwell on – I am bipolar but it only describes me not defines me – or does it ? If I wasn’t Bipolar, would I still be me or would be a different me?
I love what they named the children. Oh my word, Lizzie…before we get to the profound, let’s banter about the profound, concise verbosity which engendered the first two halves of this piece. ( 😛 LMAO!) Are you sure you are not the love child I had with George Carlin?
And no. He uses Angel Soft because Mr. Hooper was a cheap bastard and bankrupted Charmin with his retirement after he sue Henson for Kermit’s drunken abuse, so they pay the bears in fishes. And I don’t know about you, but have you ever tried to buy Charmin with sardines? Yeah, see, that’s what I thought.
I tried to once buy the tp and asked how many bones for this here paper over there and he siad none… which I thought was shitty since the sardines stink
You had a love chid with George Carlin? You will never cease to amaze me.. I am glad I didn;t try to bag him,, ( i mean what if Luje he us your father? ack right? 😀 I got nothing clever for that lol.. I think its possible (if you take 10 – 12 years off my age.?) and hahah that would explain things, I love George Carlin.. and I love you too so yea if you wanna claim me,, I will play along with a straight face, exaggerate truth to deceive the finite number of the masses who might find it easy to work around the glaring subtitles of the issue at hand which we should maybe keep at arms length… I was giggling the whole way through this piece pretty pleased with my manipulation or mutilation maybe, of horses that were destroyed for the… huh? 🙄 I think I will just revisit this dirst thing tomorrow..well today.. I lost whoa.. smh.. did you say something about a drink? I think I need one
*Passes Lizzie an apple martini*
Oh . Yumm i should write like this more often.. I was clearly confused where did the horses come from … ?
Aren’t they in everything?
Nay… or Neigh? but then again come tho think of it.. I believe they are.
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