Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.

Bubbles. Bellerive Beach, Bellerive. June 2013.

Theme Thursday? Of course!

There is JUBILATION in the nation even when they’re facing castration while avoiding the conflation of causation and damnation. I express a fixation for an excess of flirtation that at its very foundation is a classic formulation of cessation of narration through the privation of starvation and the utter stagnation and frustration of mindless gyration.

The feeling of admiration, extreme adoration. Adulation of creation, a negation of temptation. Translation and inflammation, your vocation a vacation. A summation of elation to consternation and fragmentation and immediate detonation (followed by a dissipation and distillation): devastation.

JUBILATION?

Try ‘deflation’, ‘degradation’.

Lubrication? Exclamation!

Toleration? Confrontation.

Abdication? Germination.

Abrogation? Desperation.

A classy accusation, a little affectation, a positive affirmation, an allegation, an avocation.

Bifurcation? Escalation.

Disputation? Dissertation.

JUBILATION?

Aberration? Quite the station. A malformation, masturbation.

Comments

Mrsupole said…

Love that the bubbles are from nature and also how you end it with masturbation which can cause some jubilation.

I guess there are a few "tion" words that I have no idea what they mean. Gonna have to get out the dictionary.

Happy TT. Hope you have fun playing around this weekend.

God bless.

20 June 2013 at 21:52

Anonymous said…

Impressive succession of rhyming shuns!

20 June 2013 at 22:21

George S Batty said…

In my younger years it was fun to sing about "reveling in the throes of fornication" and now that I'm old and gray "tion" is all that there is left to revel in". I revel in your ability to "tion" the morning away.
this was a great read...Old Grizz

20 June 2013 at 23:33

Leovi said…

Yes, lovely abstract composition, photographs Wonderful!

21 June 2013 at 18:15

Kris McCracken said…

Thank you all.

The bubbles are (of course) photographed from below!

27 June 2013 at 07:58

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

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