Ready-to-wear fashion

Writing game 13: 
I will not say that I absolutely dislike reading. I am only saying that I cannot for the love of God keep focus for more than a few minutes at the time. I would love to read a lot of different books as books such as The Lord of the Rings and Tales of a Hobbit all seem so damn interesting.

A few years ago I was gifted the complete collection of Sherlock Holmes. A leather bounded book with gold pages that conceals all the amazing tales of Sherlock Holmes. Believe me when I say that I did my best to read the Hound of the Baskervilles. I am guessing that by now you all know that I did not succeed in finishing the story, none or the less it is a goddamn beautiful book.

I want to be the person who reads for fun, but instead I buy a lot of fancy books as they are used to decorate my apartment.


Replace every noun with the seventh word:
I will not say that I absolutely dislike ready-to-wear. I am only saying that I cannot for the love-lies-bleeding of Goddard keep foeman for more than a few minx at the time exposure. I would love to read a lot of different book values as book values such as the lord of misrule of the ring road and Talisman of a hobnail all seem so damn interesting.

A few yearly ago I was gifted the complete collectivity of Sherlock Holmes. A leave off bounded book value with gold pageviews that conceals all the amazing talismans of Sherlock Holmes. Believe me when I say that I did my bestir at ready-to-wear the hour-circle of the Baskervilles. I am guessing that by now you all know that I did not succeed in finishing the stour, none or the less it is a goddamn beautiful book value.

I want to be the kind of personal who reads for fun, but instead I buy a lot of fancy book values as they are used to decorate my Apeldoorn.

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I will not say that I absolutely dislike ready-to-wears. I am only saying that I cannot keep it on for more than a minute at the given time exposure. I would love to like ready-to-wear as it adds value to your closet, or that at least what the saleswomen told me.

To be honest, a few years ago I was gifted a set of ready-to-wear. You could tell that even the clothing themselves believed that they were of good value as they were covered in a thin, gold coloured paper. A gold cover that conceals all the amazing pieces of clothing that shall transform you into a style icon. Believe me when I tell you that I tried my best at linking ready-to-wears but by now you must have realized that I am not a fan.

I cannot see the originality in ready-to-wear clothing and I want my style to personal. As the detail market introduced the ready-to-wear clothing, the market answered our commands for more fashion forward clothing in less time. However, this also meant the death originality in fashion.

War between the social media and the yellow and blue stripes

To-day we have naming of unfit behaviour at the workplace. Yesterday,

We had active selling. And to-morrow morning,

We shall have what to do after a customer conflict. But to-day,

To-day we have naming of unfit behaviour at the workplace. Code of conduct

A professional constructed noun used to describe a set of rules.

And to-day we have naming of unfit behaviour at the workplace.

This is unfit behaviour at the workplace. And this

Is also unfit behaviour at the workplace, as you will see,

When I compare the two examples. And this is unfit behaviour on the internet

Which in your case you will not do. The code of conduct

seem so simple, so easy to understand for everyone

But then again so hard to follow.

This is how not to use the social media, which will be examples

Of people who portray the company in a bad way. And please do not let me

See anyone do the following. You could do this quite easy  

If you exhibit yourself on the social media. The rules

Are becoming more and more personal, never letting anyone forget

That we are nothing but the company that we represent.  

And this you can see is an example. The purpose of this

Is to exemplify consequences, as you see. We can watch it

Rapidly over and over again: we call this 
exemplifying consequences. And rapidly over and over again
I shall learn from those who came before me.

They call it exemplifying consequences.

They call it the code of conduct of the yellow and blue stripes

If you have any common sense, you must know that humans are destined to make mistakes

And they still teach us that we must be smarter than the ones before us

Which can only be done by following the rules, and the sound of the code of conduct

Silent in all of the departments. We are all nothing more than puppets in a larger game.
     For to-day we have naming of unfit behaviour at the workplace.

The Drunken Flamingo at the Heart of the Virgin

Between my apartment and the nearest bar exists 11 minutes in a bus. As I exit one I see the white and purple neon that marks the local strip club Maxxim. Posters picturing Venus and Mona Lisa decorates this facade as a number of guys and gals pass them to enter, only to later be disappointed. As I cross the road I notice Dan's Pool House on my left. This is a place – unlike what I see ahead – that is mostly visited at noon. It might be empty now since the hour have passed midnight. The colorful Mexi Bar grins at me as I proceed to enter the Virgin. I casually dodge the heavy traffic ahead as I notice doormen guarding every bar, thus every entrance of every building in this street. A 'Do Not Enter' sign might not have been efficient enough. My way is constantly interrupted by dogs who bark at my attention. They have had too much “fanta” and they now want to sniff and surely eat my tulip. I cut a detour through these howling hounds in hopes of them sniffing their behinds instead of mine, and then I stand at one of the aforementioned doormen. This Frankenstein grunts at my ID and move to the side as the improvised door of this haven. From within this now gaping maw I can hear the roaring melody inviting me inside The Drunken Flamingo. Fitting with this theme I here inside see many birds of feathers flock together: glamorous flamingos with long legs springing from beneath their elegant plumages; short and stout dodos who waddle about with plump and up-turned booty pops so to not be overlooked or forgotten; and finally I see common blackbirds fizzling around the darkened shadows. I cannot tell which specie I belong to and I feel wary of their beaks: pointy as nails and hard as hammers. Locked and loaded like holstered rifles. I push myself near the vibrant bar. Tight-shirted tenders stand protected behind the bar and thus separated from my mob. As I overhear a conversation near me concerning how an Erik left a Louise and then sympathy for Erik's situation, I reach for a menu and curiously skim it: besides some odd drinks containing garlic and spring onions, I spot a drink called 'Flaming Flamingo'. I push myself away again and behind me then overhear a Spanish-speaking voice ask one of the tight-shirts for weed. I don't think Reagan would have approved of this place.

Outside the bar again, I suddenly feel what must have been a robe around my wrist. As I turn to resist what I assume is another drooling mutt, I see a child with me in her firm grip and tears in her eyes. 

„I lost my mom” she says. 

Wild gardens

Ashes to ashes, dust till dust. As our souls have passed on, our bodies lie in the ground. Heaven is a musket’s shot away. What ones mattered, now gradually seems more and more trivial. None of us can recall what had troubles us on Earth.

Down on Earth, flowers are starting to take over what ones were our graves. Our memorial stones are like gardens that have been left alone for ages. The memories of us are to be covered in leaves and beautiful flowers. We shall never be forgotten as the words on our tombstones fade away into nothing. As times goes on, our graves are nothing more than a bare stone within a wild garden. We shall never be forgotten. We are nothing more than the memories of us. Though they may be hidden away for ages beneath a pile of wild flowers, the memories of us shall last forever.

However, as my soul drifts away, I know that none of this matters to me. I may be forgotten; I may be remembered. I am nothing but the memory of me. Just like the words on our tombs, the memory of me shall fade away into nothing.

Author function: Romantic Author

Abstract notion: Death

Reflection: I have tried to devalue the abstract notion of death within this piece while keeping the overall tone of the paper rather optimistic as the author function for this piece were romantic author. To me a romantic author is of the same character as the ones from the romantic movement. The topic of life after death and nature are both of great importance to most writers of the romantic movement and that is what I have tried to capture within this piece.

Whenever I think of a romantic author, I think of a person who is in touch with nature which is why nature became such a great part of this piece. If I had chosen another function such as singer, the overall tone of the paper would not have been as cheerful. As I felt compelled to describe death as a natural and peaceful phenomenon when I were to write as a romantic author, I would have addressed the abstract notion of death differently as a singer. For example, while describing death, nature would not have had such a great part.

A farewell from Kathrine

Dear mother

I am sorry for I have not talked to you for ages. I believe the last time that we actually spoke was when I were nearly seven years old. I have to admit that I was angry, however, father told me that my anger was only temporary. He was right but he forgot to mention that my need for you would flourish like a garden that has been left alone for years.

Mother, I need your guidance. For a while now, father has been looking for a man for me to marry and I fear that he has found one. I do not know much of this man. Father has even deprived me of the man’s name, I only know him as the duke. I have heard that the duke is a man of pride and most important; he is a man of great fortune. I figured that the fortune is the reason for why father wants me to marry the duke. I am to be given away as a prise, a form of peace offering you could say.

I am to leave our family for good so that I can live with the duke. I am scared. The duke’s last wife died quite suddenly, that is all I know. For all I know the duke is a man of jealousy. He envies everyone around him even those who is supposedly fond of. I fear that given the amount of power that the duke has, the duke’s jealous nature may become the death of me.

I am to become a duchess but as I fear that this may be my last letter, I know that I am in peace but my mind is troubled. At least I may see you soon, but what has to become of father? 

Farewell my dear mother, I hope to see you soon.

Kathrine  

Kill your darlings

Poor little thing

You think that you are the centre of the universe

When in fact you are nothing but an offspring

Rather unlikeable, a curse - could you do any worse?

Poor little thing

You are merely a creation of the content that I produce

You are nothing but a product of my imagination

I had a short moment of letting loose, you only exist for my amuse  

Poor little thing

You are only existing for the moment

No one would hardly miss you

A creation of the poet, a piece that is broken

Dead is author you say

Poor little thing

I’ve been told

That when you’re stuck
And it seems your muse is lost

You must kill your darlings