SNIPPETS OF MY VERSATILE MIND seven...

Standing before this great mountain, my early morning challenge - the wardrobe. I take my time negotiating my mood with the kind of clothes I'm going to put on. After an immense session of intimacy with lotion - prior to the baptism I had in the bath tub. That first impression notion had me motivated to plug into the day with gusto. The dress code mesmerizes my day to adhere to my meditation. That's what I'm talking about. That black shirt that mentions how serious I am today. That red short that makes me today's lover boy. Color blocking they said, I trust it to be a trend of confusion mingled with a deep ignorance for class. Rainbow clothing is what I will tag it to be. Utter disorder of mental coordination. As if alluding from the sense of real touch. Absolutely. It almost looks nice, but. It's sad I got diverted in thought - my vocal point was, addressing dressing being a message. Dressing being the influence of how you are addressed. Yes. An illusion that ministers sound judgement to the conclusion of one's assessment of my appearance. I place my attention on your attention but mainly on my intention - which is my silent but very loud verbal action. Back to the picture of hanging cloth..