Riches & Britches

What an interesting past this and that is has been!

Well well well seems I've a new Captain to concern myself with, as Contemporary is being doubly silent. Oh oh so much for so much. There is a nasty rumor circulating about me in Prison, one that manifests in the statement that I am a complete coquette who will make myself horizontal for any passing male.

Well, there is a difference between disregarding male pride in any respect and loosing ones own. Fortunately, I do not care a fig for the males of Prison so far as I can see. They all seem most supremely dunderheadish...

This rumor is amusing, in that it entails that someone actually bothered to get up and make up things about me. I pity who ever this is, as they have a complete lack of imagination. Honestly? You couldn't come up with anything worse than that I was a common-or-garden coquette?

This is only surpassed in its entertainment value by the interesting rumor circulating that both me and Flower have obtained odd ruptures.

I have a distinct knowledge of who has started these pathetic excuses for revenge. Chup is no doubt behind the one of my conduct, as to the one concerning Flower and I's punctures... well I don't give a fag-end.

Chup is an inmate of no imagination and certainly little to puny moral balance, and he is the only inmate who may have a little vendetta set up against me. You see, I've done nothing wrong when it concerns that individual (at least, not intentionally or with my being aware) other than perhaps the fact I'd given my best friend all the dirt on his anatomy and its... irregularities. Proportions are funny things.

Captain Contemporary has been completely out of touch, while one of his acquaintances of an entirely unpleasant and miraculously tiresome nature will insist upon being irritating to me. So correspondence has fallen into a hapless nothing and truth be told, anyway, particular items of a rather immense significance were not immense or significant and certainly not particularly either... if you get my meaning.

Considering there has been no official me and some-other-swashbuckler I am free to do as I please and I must admit that it is this power that is affording me a great deal of interesting shades of feeling to explore. First and foremost is the growing desire for money and revenge... a not untypical mindset in Hong Kong. Our economy is based on money, our society on revenge. Perhaps that is an extreme epigram but it most certainly makes me smirk. So, bite me.

Flower brings me tidings of some such individual by the name of Serpiente (blog name, for now). I very much desire to view this person, as Serpiente sounds a fine specimen. I say specimen as that is how I have come to view most organisms surrounding me.

Mahi-Mahi, Glinda and I went for Triple-O's today. Glinda and Mahi-Mahi eat Triple-O'h whereas I usually spend my time and money in the restaurant with them, with a coffee from the near by Starbucks. Mocha me. We spoke of interesting things, most of which concerned that old favourite I have afore mentioned... Money and revenge.

And while this standard of riches and britches makes its pretty shapes around us, we learn that love is expendable, and more expensive than cheap thrills and spills.

Been speaking with Captain Cello much of late, our topic of conversation being mainly music. This is that other Captain I spoke of earlier.

Put it this way, however many Iliads may dock their extremes Poseidon still rules the sea.

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat