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.