I'm now officially a tulip gardener, partly due to the same fact, a reason of which cannot altogether be found original though at the same time unique because marriage is narcissism.
I don't want Cait as badly as I lead on. If she wants a boyfriend she can keep him to herself. Last night I accessed Reg's blog, and I visited a link he had. Some guy named Rich Prisk? Then I saw some other link on Rich Prisk's blog. It was some girl named Ashley. Fack is she an idiot.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Tuesday, April 26, 2005
Anti-gossip
I've never been one to gossip. I think back to the time I used to. Though that might seem incredible... something doesn't add together.
When I was in my high school graduation, today I see what kind of person people saw.
Today, I'm a completely different person.
Wasn't I supposed to change throughout these years? Where has the time gone and why is this a question for me?
I compare myself to where some other peers I grew up with are now. The problem is I don't value myself. That's been such a huge problem. My graduation year was 1995. I'm talking about my experience as though I haven't changed at all! (Circa 2005)
In a span of 10 years... I haven't given this thought until today?
The social aspects between then and now for me have also 'changed'. I want a girl to get on my horse's back and ride with me off into the sunset... like a fairy tale. I wish that my godmother lives happily now that she's doing radiation treatment for her cancer and moves from Belgium to Portugal. I thank god, Jesus our lord and savior, to breath life into my grandmother's health. I'm lost for words. But because of my grandmother, I know I'm forever faithful to the Roman Catholic religion. I shall honor my religion. I won't betray (my) god.
There are many moments in my life, and for each one, I pray... that the permission I give myself to live will be safe and kept free from being stolen. I dispossessed the faults I own and love them for myself.
I'll sign this contract.
M.A.
When I was in my high school graduation, today I see what kind of person people saw.
Today, I'm a completely different person.
Wasn't I supposed to change throughout these years? Where has the time gone and why is this a question for me?
I compare myself to where some other peers I grew up with are now. The problem is I don't value myself. That's been such a huge problem. My graduation year was 1995. I'm talking about my experience as though I haven't changed at all! (Circa 2005)
In a span of 10 years... I haven't given this thought until today?
The social aspects between then and now for me have also 'changed'. I want a girl to get on my horse's back and ride with me off into the sunset... like a fairy tale. I wish that my godmother lives happily now that she's doing radiation treatment for her cancer and moves from Belgium to Portugal. I thank god, Jesus our lord and savior, to breath life into my grandmother's health. I'm lost for words. But because of my grandmother, I know I'm forever faithful to the Roman Catholic religion. I shall honor my religion. I won't betray (my) god.
There are many moments in my life, and for each one, I pray... that the permission I give myself to live will be safe and kept free from being stolen. I dispossessed the faults I own and love them for myself.
I'll sign this contract.
M.A.
Friday, April 22, 2005
Dear Mr. Fat Domino
You deserve to get some respect for that comment from me, Mr.
I understand what you implied was correct, credit cards he paid off... with tax payers money.
I'm glad people watched this on television tonight.
I wasn't home to watch, but I do have opinons to give on Canada's PM ADSCAM rebuttal.
I thought the minority of Canadians do understand "credit card" pay-offs equate to the tax dollars government controls. Our taxes create our government in return we get a place within which we move freely? That's the deal of government.
The priorities within that government provides us with a benefiting "plaid suit" (i.e. like sales person approaches you with some interest or forms an ideal partnership with you for commision/profits).
Let's say the priorities are in random sequence, but I will list the ones I think might a majority of Canadians agree upon?
1 Health Care
2 (Quebec federalism)
3 Rights of minorities (e.g. immigration laws/ equal rights etc)
I believe in principle... that the Quebec agenda in government is a priority. However, why didn't Paul Martin just not say, "We want the province of Quebec to be a part of Canada. Therefore, what we didn't tell Canadians wasn't as necessary because its important FOR EVERYBODY."
Instead the feds "screwed up" and it only looks as though we're being screwed?
Why not had Martin able to address to us, something with courage and respecting people's sensitivity on this issue? There's a margin of error involved. If Canadians can grasp the fact, Quebec doesn't want itself on a leash it's only due to their distinct society status. But put the showmanship aside, and it's a leash that every other province already has. Quebec needs a sample size leash that they'll get comfortable wearing and not feel patronized. The problem with the government of Canada's inability, might be how Quebec sees itself. ADSCAM is fundamentally the leash we were attempting to see if it would fit Quebec and draw them nearer. The bigger picture is being totally flushed down the toilet.
I understand what you implied was correct, credit cards he paid off... with tax payers money.
I'm glad people watched this on television tonight.
I wasn't home to watch, but I do have opinons to give on Canada's PM ADSCAM rebuttal.
I thought the minority of Canadians do understand "credit card" pay-offs equate to the tax dollars government controls. Our taxes create our government in return we get a place within which we move freely? That's the deal of government.
The priorities within that government provides us with a benefiting "plaid suit" (i.e. like sales person approaches you with some interest or forms an ideal partnership with you for commision/profits).
Let's say the priorities are in random sequence, but I will list the ones I think might a majority of Canadians agree upon?
1 Health Care
2 (Quebec federalism)
3 Rights of minorities (e.g. immigration laws/ equal rights etc)
I believe in principle... that the Quebec agenda in government is a priority. However, why didn't Paul Martin just not say, "We want the province of Quebec to be a part of Canada. Therefore, what we didn't tell Canadians wasn't as necessary because its important FOR EVERYBODY."
Instead the feds "screwed up" and it only looks as though we're being screwed?
Why not had Martin able to address to us, something with courage and respecting people's sensitivity on this issue? There's a margin of error involved. If Canadians can grasp the fact, Quebec doesn't want itself on a leash it's only due to their distinct society status. But put the showmanship aside, and it's a leash that every other province already has. Quebec needs a sample size leash that they'll get comfortable wearing and not feel patronized. The problem with the government of Canada's inability, might be how Quebec sees itself. ADSCAM is fundamentally the leash we were attempting to see if it would fit Quebec and draw them nearer. The bigger picture is being totally flushed down the toilet.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Somewhat Perfection (of a self regard…)
Some time ago I met a distant relative of mine.
I’ve led a sheltered life… I live in my own platoon. The laws I had created among the other tribe members. Together with the help of our platoon, built from scratch… everything we made by hand. Almost like the pioneer days, except without the mud huts like in Thailand. Our rules were simple. The “pest control” was meant to keep the rodents from harming us in our platoon. Some minor complications arose that helped us detail and refine the laws as we moved. We created our own civilization. Almost like the eco-system but we called it nature. Nature is our biosphere. Whenever we had heard of the past history, imagination took us to the dinosaur age. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this at first, but over time… you get used to the conditions. Somewhere in the platoon, (I don’t remember exactly) we kept records of events. If something didn’t seem right, our rights, we didn’t do anything. We had a panic control mechanism. Instead, we would teach our learning throughout each day. Whatever we had learned was transformed! We had the freedom to choose what we wanted. The place as knowledge acts is? A Library. We called our platoon a “library of knowledge.” Some of us knew, that others would disagree with the viewpoints, another would self manage somehow!! Are we right? We didn’t need to declare any wars. Instead, the people in our platoon emerged. We wouldn’t discuss anything in particular. What diplomacy took affect; we reached through the “bought salesman approach.” We couldn’t expect what others did. We’d ask ourselves each, “Are you thinking okay?” To which the answer would be, “Are you sure you know what position you’re taking, I don’t follow.” What was important is factually the side of an argument. (And we’d never ask for directions.) The three main ideas that we objectively subjected out: Platoon Sheltered Panic. Over time platoon sheltered panic was a euphemism, dualism vs. feudalism x the declaration of independence. We thought about not being a monarchy and not being a church. (Practically all day.) Why didn’t England adopt but said ‘no’ to the Christian orthogonal Church? The same countries in Europe such as France, who did Napoleon, and his army, conquer in terms of the Napoleonic Code? The question is what? Wasn’t there a divide among nations? Did the Roman Catholics invade Portugal, which the kings of each state within drove out the Moors? With the help of England, Portugal’s king Dom Alfonso Henriques drove out the Moors. Portugal identifies itself as a Roman Catholic dominated state. What happened to the Kings? Did the Magna Charta unify England? Did the Christians in England reform against the Protestant following? When communism came into effect, generate a new breed of fascist dictators? Until when did the population realize the corruption? The last person to say anything against the state would be executed!! The first person to stand up and not plead with guiltiness, were guile victims. A true visionary leader, intelligent, wise, must face the platoons patrons. “Did you not kill that man?” “I don’t think I did.” Did you murder someone? No, I don’t kill anyone.
Most philosophers like I, take on an inferiority complex of sorts. The rest is self explanatory, really.
Anyway, to pass the time… our culture in the platoon has emerged with slapstick humor involving our leading figure. Spinoza. Spinoza asked himself, “The church of England? What on earth am I doing with my parents in Portugal, a Roman Catholic dominated state, without any elected officials running a head of office, run by kings no less, what is a Jewish born individual doing in this country I was born. I must rebel. But what will me parents say? I’m extremely sensitive to go against the wishes of my parents, that I’m insecure. I KNOW. The answer is, for shits and giggles I’ll come to the churches doors with a language of my own. I can refute the bastards and they’ll exile me. What’s a good place? Amsterdam maybe? I’ll need a job. I don’t know how I can read without my glasses; I’ll have to make a pair of my own. Then I’ll write my philosophies while living in Amsterdam.” I laugh and laugh because we cheer what Spinoza does is the way we’d have done it if you were the man… he did things differently but with alternatives in mind from the days he lived. I’ve studied Spinoza.
Another good joke that’s told frequently in the platoon is the one involving Marylin Monroe. There’s a woman we call Marylin Monroe in the platoon, nobody knows her actual name. We know Marylin Monroe’s real life name is Norma Jean. When we ask if anyone knows what Marylin’s name really is, someone will say Norma Jean, and we all laugh out loud. Then someone else says, “Maybe John F. Kennedy… didn’t know how to look in the mirror?” The women in the platoon were unappreciative of being talked about. In some manner or capacity, women adopted that role. Feminine qualities are a highly given order. If Marylin Monroe thought we were talking about her, what she thought… nobody knew for sure what she heard. She didn’t fit the profile of traditions. She resigned to distractions that a lot of people weren’t aware of. She divorced twice. Had kids. That’s all we know.
When I compare my notes with anyone, I use the Socratic method.
Now, I look to improve my image positively meanwhile accepting the negatives and reinforcing my positives. Depression is common in the platoon. I like to play with eventual ideas in reality. For instance, “Eventually things will happen to get better.”
I get the bigger picture of whom I truly am.
I mentioned to you earlier, something about learning. I teach. I teach for free to those who listen. Listening is a skill. I don’t react per se. When I learn, I’m listening. The secret to learning I’m listening to learn and I challenge myself to speak. The pants I wear, are in a lost and found bin. The area of interests that cat and mouse games aren’t played!
I’ve led a sheltered life… I live in my own platoon. The laws I had created among the other tribe members. Together with the help of our platoon, built from scratch… everything we made by hand. Almost like the pioneer days, except without the mud huts like in Thailand. Our rules were simple. The “pest control” was meant to keep the rodents from harming us in our platoon. Some minor complications arose that helped us detail and refine the laws as we moved. We created our own civilization. Almost like the eco-system but we called it nature. Nature is our biosphere. Whenever we had heard of the past history, imagination took us to the dinosaur age. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this at first, but over time… you get used to the conditions. Somewhere in the platoon, (I don’t remember exactly) we kept records of events. If something didn’t seem right, our rights, we didn’t do anything. We had a panic control mechanism. Instead, we would teach our learning throughout each day. Whatever we had learned was transformed! We had the freedom to choose what we wanted. The place as knowledge acts is? A Library. We called our platoon a “library of knowledge.” Some of us knew, that others would disagree with the viewpoints, another would self manage somehow!! Are we right? We didn’t need to declare any wars. Instead, the people in our platoon emerged. We wouldn’t discuss anything in particular. What diplomacy took affect; we reached through the “bought salesman approach.” We couldn’t expect what others did. We’d ask ourselves each, “Are you thinking okay?” To which the answer would be, “Are you sure you know what position you’re taking, I don’t follow.” What was important is factually the side of an argument. (And we’d never ask for directions.) The three main ideas that we objectively subjected out: Platoon Sheltered Panic. Over time platoon sheltered panic was a euphemism, dualism vs. feudalism x the declaration of independence. We thought about not being a monarchy and not being a church. (Practically all day.) Why didn’t England adopt but said ‘no’ to the Christian orthogonal Church? The same countries in Europe such as France, who did Napoleon, and his army, conquer in terms of the Napoleonic Code? The question is what? Wasn’t there a divide among nations? Did the Roman Catholics invade Portugal, which the kings of each state within drove out the Moors? With the help of England, Portugal’s king Dom Alfonso Henriques drove out the Moors. Portugal identifies itself as a Roman Catholic dominated state. What happened to the Kings? Did the Magna Charta unify England? Did the Christians in England reform against the Protestant following? When communism came into effect, generate a new breed of fascist dictators? Until when did the population realize the corruption? The last person to say anything against the state would be executed!! The first person to stand up and not plead with guiltiness, were guile victims. A true visionary leader, intelligent, wise, must face the platoons patrons. “Did you not kill that man?” “I don’t think I did.” Did you murder someone? No, I don’t kill anyone.
Most philosophers like I, take on an inferiority complex of sorts. The rest is self explanatory, really.
Anyway, to pass the time… our culture in the platoon has emerged with slapstick humor involving our leading figure. Spinoza. Spinoza asked himself, “The church of England? What on earth am I doing with my parents in Portugal, a Roman Catholic dominated state, without any elected officials running a head of office, run by kings no less, what is a Jewish born individual doing in this country I was born. I must rebel. But what will me parents say? I’m extremely sensitive to go against the wishes of my parents, that I’m insecure. I KNOW. The answer is, for shits and giggles I’ll come to the churches doors with a language of my own. I can refute the bastards and they’ll exile me. What’s a good place? Amsterdam maybe? I’ll need a job. I don’t know how I can read without my glasses; I’ll have to make a pair of my own. Then I’ll write my philosophies while living in Amsterdam.” I laugh and laugh because we cheer what Spinoza does is the way we’d have done it if you were the man… he did things differently but with alternatives in mind from the days he lived. I’ve studied Spinoza.
Another good joke that’s told frequently in the platoon is the one involving Marylin Monroe. There’s a woman we call Marylin Monroe in the platoon, nobody knows her actual name. We know Marylin Monroe’s real life name is Norma Jean. When we ask if anyone knows what Marylin’s name really is, someone will say Norma Jean, and we all laugh out loud. Then someone else says, “Maybe John F. Kennedy… didn’t know how to look in the mirror?” The women in the platoon were unappreciative of being talked about. In some manner or capacity, women adopted that role. Feminine qualities are a highly given order. If Marylin Monroe thought we were talking about her, what she thought… nobody knew for sure what she heard. She didn’t fit the profile of traditions. She resigned to distractions that a lot of people weren’t aware of. She divorced twice. Had kids. That’s all we know.
When I compare my notes with anyone, I use the Socratic method.
Now, I look to improve my image positively meanwhile accepting the negatives and reinforcing my positives. Depression is common in the platoon. I like to play with eventual ideas in reality. For instance, “Eventually things will happen to get better.”
I get the bigger picture of whom I truly am.
I mentioned to you earlier, something about learning. I teach. I teach for free to those who listen. Listening is a skill. I don’t react per se. When I learn, I’m listening. The secret to learning I’m listening to learn and I challenge myself to speak. The pants I wear, are in a lost and found bin. The area of interests that cat and mouse games aren’t played!
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Detouring Deception
“Canadians are self-righteous.” The deported Mexican laughed.
I used to be Protestant. The Mexican couldn’t support his argument.
I converted to Catholic. The Mexican tried to hide behind his argument.
Now I’ve reformed and claim not to be protestant but lie about being Catholic?
(I don’t want to be taught why.) You made me sound stupid said the Mexican.
I used to be Protestant. The Mexican couldn’t support his argument.
I converted to Catholic. The Mexican tried to hide behind his argument.
Now I’ve reformed and claim not to be protestant but lie about being Catholic?
(I don’t want to be taught why.) You made me sound stupid said the Mexican.
A dampening swith in beliefs... (a switch in 'believing' not "believability" per se.)
“I’ve got this lamp that needs to be fixed but I don’t know where to take it?”
I don’t appreciate the Conservatives and how they’ll downplay their political agenda as an excuse for Liberal policies.
It’s become a comedy of errors, that the Liberal minority government has been upstaged because of their own doing?
It seems almost as unlikely that the Liberal agenda has backed off of its platform. In not compromising with the Conservatives, the Liberals have adopted principle instead of “show-jumping” tactically. The Liberals are the victims of their own crime. However, have also understood the difficulty Canadians have to face, the Liberal minority government is more astute than before. Simply in view of the fact, in light of whatever has taken precedent, the Liberals will not forget what beliefs Canadians essentially value.
The truthfully unsound nature of the Conservative party is not intentionally the solution to true existing problems that have surfaced. As result, the Mulroney government lost the faith Canadians once understood as an alternative, the Conservatives implemented GST to compensate for what is presently known as NAFTA. History shows conservatives struggling to maintain official status in the House of Commons weren’t in the position to hold office, but merely created a front door policy in order to ensure their own form of government practices would make a mark upon federal institutionalization of our nation. The back door was swung open and hit the Conservatives on their backsides on their way out the exit.
The idea of a Conservative ideology to many Canadians was lost in trusting this party. In terms of the ideal welfare of every average or marginalized citizen will receive, after people rushed to polling stations in lieu of tragic misconception. The preceding years had stung that followed the Conservative party’s credibility and became a sign. I challenge a question each and every Canadian shouldn’t consider as typical. Do you really want the Conservatives in office or just another whitewashed Liberal? I think the ‘bargain’ has actually ended.
I don’t appreciate the Conservatives and how they’ll downplay their political agenda as an excuse for Liberal policies.
It’s become a comedy of errors, that the Liberal minority government has been upstaged because of their own doing?
It seems almost as unlikely that the Liberal agenda has backed off of its platform. In not compromising with the Conservatives, the Liberals have adopted principle instead of “show-jumping” tactically. The Liberals are the victims of their own crime. However, have also understood the difficulty Canadians have to face, the Liberal minority government is more astute than before. Simply in view of the fact, in light of whatever has taken precedent, the Liberals will not forget what beliefs Canadians essentially value.
The truthfully unsound nature of the Conservative party is not intentionally the solution to true existing problems that have surfaced. As result, the Mulroney government lost the faith Canadians once understood as an alternative, the Conservatives implemented GST to compensate for what is presently known as NAFTA. History shows conservatives struggling to maintain official status in the House of Commons weren’t in the position to hold office, but merely created a front door policy in order to ensure their own form of government practices would make a mark upon federal institutionalization of our nation. The back door was swung open and hit the Conservatives on their backsides on their way out the exit.
The idea of a Conservative ideology to many Canadians was lost in trusting this party. In terms of the ideal welfare of every average or marginalized citizen will receive, after people rushed to polling stations in lieu of tragic misconception. The preceding years had stung that followed the Conservative party’s credibility and became a sign. I challenge a question each and every Canadian shouldn’t consider as typical. Do you really want the Conservatives in office or just another whitewashed Liberal? I think the ‘bargain’ has actually ended.
Monday, April 18, 2005
The Invisible Minority
I like to think in terms of a parallel universe that exists somewhere.
I am YOUR leader…
I AM.
Green Eggs and Ham.
Sam, I am. I am, Sam.
The silent majority, retreats underground to a sanctuary of choice.
In the most exotic places, the travel receipt of first class ticketing to Jamaica.
The oil drums beat a luxurious sound for the Steel clad troops on the south pacific.
There’s been a personal interest among the southern Atlantic voyeurs however recently.
An “invasion” of rebel roman followers to claim the land!!
(The Magna Charta)
“No, we refuse you to teach this to us.”
“But we must, it is our duty.”
“We have our own customs and traditions.”
“They aren’t of any use to us postmodern renaissance.”
The mighty Atlantic Ocean divides between each of the continents.
How can a stones throw ‘split’ decide which one of the ‘tribes’ is wrong?
“Propose something to me.”
“I want you to see me.”
The sounds of oil drums echo in the back, while the automatic responsive effort of a psychological nature formed between the tribal councils.
In the future, a reactionary tale accounts for the 2 most unlikely of hero’s.
They’re in a conversation that actually attempts to recount the historical accuracy of the past events.
One is a Fisherman. The other is an ironworker.
They both have different backgrounds and are Canadians.
The fisherman is from Newfoundland and the Ironworker is from Quebec.
Both of the men… worked as lumberjacks.
Oddly enough, as they recount knowledge, resembles how balanced an equilibrium they took as loggers.
The balancing to keep both feet squares firmly and frame equally parallel on a floating buoyant piece of hard wood in the shore water.
They make it look easy in practice. The application seems as though effortless the logs keep rolling.
I was trained to work on the World Trade Center. They interviewed me to ask questions of surviving construction workers that serviced. I don’t know who they were or where they came from or why, I just answered. The interview went well. Okay, I guess. But anyway, I told them everything I had done building. They seemed interested.
The World Trade Center doesn’t exist anymore. Yeah. I know how the planes hit the towers. Man, that wasn’t pretty. But anyway they’re going to build a new Freedom Tower in New York. The city survived King Kong, eh? The Empire State building was big too.
I hear they call you the lying Fisherman. Do you believe in god?
Oh my god… you think I’m using the god argument.
No I’m not. You said the trade towers don’t exist anymore.
Well for starters they call me the sinning fisherman for whatever their reasons are I don’t know. I couldn’t tell you why or how come. Secondly, I’m not called the lying fisherman.
Okay then. Lying Fisherman.
Well why would you care? Anyhow, enough about me (changes the subject…) I didn’t know until now that you thought about apologizing for being rational?
I’m rationally inclined. Naturally, the discussion I expected could lead to this. What on earth happened you knew about the complaints that were made against me?
I read about them in the newspaper interview you gave about the World Trade Center buildings being hit. You said that it was an act of god.
I never said anything like that! The truth that is, I was asked about my construction. Secondly, it was a television interview.
I remember it was in the newspaper.
They don’t call you the lying fishermen for nothing.
Why should I care?
I suggest if you were in the position that Cinderella was in… you should consider not wearing the glass slipper. Even if the shoe fits DON’T WEAR IT!
Not if the shoe is perfect in every detail, shape, size, comfort?
ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY NOT.
What kind of a society do we live in if all we’re being is lied to?
It is not my discretion to answer everything that question entails… but that I do have some idea. Society falls short of building gaps between the cultures. In other words, the essence of humanity hasn’t become as sterile in today’s day and age. Although judging from experience in my field of work as an ironworker. Many judges cannot pretend the same way most others can. You can act as a judge thinks only.
That’s about as existential as my former job; I shouldn’t say that though, I love being a fisherman.
I miss being a logger sometimes.
I don’t.
If you were denied your freedom, how close would you measure it then? How safe are you to imagine it that way.
I never considered freedom as a personal matter; to me freedom is like a bird that’s caged in its cell.
You must always keep your enemies closer than your allies.
Those are words to live by.
Have a piece of the banana bread my wife made for me, …and some monkey juice.
Monkey juice?
Apple juice.
I see I’ve rubbed off on you the right way.
Apparently.
My wife is gorgeous.
My wife is modest.
My wife is simple.
My wife is delicate.
My wife is ordinary.
Your wife is ordinary.
My wife is sexy.
My wife is foxy.
My wife is totalitarian right wing.
My wife is militant left wing.
My wife is anti-fascist.
My wife is anti-socialist.
My wife isn’t independent.
My wife is.
Your wife is independent?
No. Yes she is divine and good-natured, but no is also beautiful inside and out, humble and is great in the kitchen.
My wife loves cooking in bed.
Congratulations.
Pride is definitely a trademark of sorts.
Not I fisherman. Not I.
Are you still in search of blinds?
No the window store closed earlier then usual weekday hours over the weekend, and I’m extremely lazy on the weekends. I’m extremely happy because it gave me the opportunity to afford purchasing these super pair of pants I’ve been wearing.
I like to think in terms of a parallel universe that exists somewhere.
I am YOUR leader…
I AM.
Green Eggs and Ham.
Sam, I am. I am, Sam.
The silent majority, retreats underground to a sanctuary of choice.
In the most exotic places, the travel receipt of first class ticketing to Jamaica.
The oil drums beat a luxurious sound for the Steel clad troops on the south pacific.
There’s been a personal interest among the southern Atlantic voyeurs however recently.
An “invasion” of rebel roman followers to claim the land!!
(The Magna Charta)
“No, we refuse you to teach this to us.”
“But we must, it is our duty.”
“We have our own customs and traditions.”
“They aren’t of any use to us postmodern renaissance.”
The mighty Atlantic Ocean divides between each of the continents.
How can a stones throw ‘split’ decide which one of the ‘tribes’ is wrong?
“Propose something to me.”
“I want you to see me.”
The sounds of oil drums echo in the back, while the automatic responsive effort of a psychological nature formed between the tribal councils.
In the future, a reactionary tale accounts for the 2 most unlikely of hero’s.
They’re in a conversation that actually attempts to recount the historical accuracy of the past events.
One is a Fisherman. The other is an ironworker.
They both have different backgrounds and are Canadians.
The fisherman is from Newfoundland and the Ironworker is from Quebec.
Both of the men… worked as lumberjacks.
Oddly enough, as they recount knowledge, resembles how balanced an equilibrium they took as loggers.
The balancing to keep both feet squares firmly and frame equally parallel on a floating buoyant piece of hard wood in the shore water.
They make it look easy in practice. The application seems as though effortless the logs keep rolling.
I was trained to work on the World Trade Center. They interviewed me to ask questions of surviving construction workers that serviced. I don’t know who they were or where they came from or why, I just answered. The interview went well. Okay, I guess. But anyway, I told them everything I had done building. They seemed interested.
The World Trade Center doesn’t exist anymore. Yeah. I know how the planes hit the towers. Man, that wasn’t pretty. But anyway they’re going to build a new Freedom Tower in New York. The city survived King Kong, eh? The Empire State building was big too.
I hear they call you the lying Fisherman. Do you believe in god?
Oh my god… you think I’m using the god argument.
No I’m not. You said the trade towers don’t exist anymore.
Well for starters they call me the sinning fisherman for whatever their reasons are I don’t know. I couldn’t tell you why or how come. Secondly, I’m not called the lying fisherman.
Okay then. Lying Fisherman.
Well why would you care? Anyhow, enough about me (changes the subject…) I didn’t know until now that you thought about apologizing for being rational?
I’m rationally inclined. Naturally, the discussion I expected could lead to this. What on earth happened you knew about the complaints that were made against me?
I read about them in the newspaper interview you gave about the World Trade Center buildings being hit. You said that it was an act of god.
I never said anything like that! The truth that is, I was asked about my construction. Secondly, it was a television interview.
I remember it was in the newspaper.
They don’t call you the lying fishermen for nothing.
Why should I care?
I suggest if you were in the position that Cinderella was in… you should consider not wearing the glass slipper. Even if the shoe fits DON’T WEAR IT!
Not if the shoe is perfect in every detail, shape, size, comfort?
ABSOLUTELY POSITIVELY NOT.
What kind of a society do we live in if all we’re being is lied to?
It is not my discretion to answer everything that question entails… but that I do have some idea. Society falls short of building gaps between the cultures. In other words, the essence of humanity hasn’t become as sterile in today’s day and age. Although judging from experience in my field of work as an ironworker. Many judges cannot pretend the same way most others can. You can act as a judge thinks only.
That’s about as existential as my former job; I shouldn’t say that though, I love being a fisherman.
I miss being a logger sometimes.
I don’t.
If you were denied your freedom, how close would you measure it then? How safe are you to imagine it that way.
I never considered freedom as a personal matter; to me freedom is like a bird that’s caged in its cell.
You must always keep your enemies closer than your allies.
Those are words to live by.
Have a piece of the banana bread my wife made for me, …and some monkey juice.
Monkey juice?
Apple juice.
I see I’ve rubbed off on you the right way.
Apparently.
My wife is gorgeous.
My wife is modest.
My wife is simple.
My wife is delicate.
My wife is ordinary.
Your wife is ordinary.
My wife is sexy.
My wife is foxy.
My wife is totalitarian right wing.
My wife is militant left wing.
My wife is anti-fascist.
My wife is anti-socialist.
My wife isn’t independent.
My wife is.
Your wife is independent?
No. Yes she is divine and good-natured, but no is also beautiful inside and out, humble and is great in the kitchen.
My wife loves cooking in bed.
Congratulations.
Pride is definitely a trademark of sorts.
Not I fisherman. Not I.
Are you still in search of blinds?
No the window store closed earlier then usual weekday hours over the weekend, and I’m extremely lazy on the weekends. I’m extremely happy because it gave me the opportunity to afford purchasing these super pair of pants I’ve been wearing.
Sunday, April 17, 2005
The pool shark
The pool shark
Right ball in the corner pocket…
I speak with the parrot on my shoulder.
The parrot mimics everything I do!!
Joyless creature you are, Polly.
Why is it that the woman knowingly mocks how strange you look??
Keeping a balance upwards and downwards.
You wreak havoc from shoulder-to-shoulder.
Woman’s issues are a tad bit unleashing.
Ask her a question; she becomes defensive as you… only she mimics the style.
Polly, why doesn’t it matter what I feel?
Is she trying to creep up on me from nowhere, Polly?
Where do I find the answer\s?
I find funny how she retreats Polly.
Maybe it’s my immigrant skin, the status of being a first generation born Canadian?
I thought there was a fairer mistress that might want to give me pleasure.
My grade 3 teacher I had my first crush on.
Her name was Mrs. Rodriguez.
She was a beautiful lady, Polly.
How she gave free uninhibited ‘love’ you could feel!
In fact I remember that she loved Tina Turner!!
My medicine cabinet is empty.
The truth has all but been forgotten.
I’ve deceived my government.
I hold secret anti-government rallies that only I attend.
They have no idea about my whereabouts.
Right ball in the corner pocket…
I speak with the parrot on my shoulder.
The parrot mimics everything I do!!
Joyless creature you are, Polly.
Why is it that the woman knowingly mocks how strange you look??
Keeping a balance upwards and downwards.
You wreak havoc from shoulder-to-shoulder.
Woman’s issues are a tad bit unleashing.
Ask her a question; she becomes defensive as you… only she mimics the style.
Polly, why doesn’t it matter what I feel?
Is she trying to creep up on me from nowhere, Polly?
Where do I find the answer\s?
I find funny how she retreats Polly.
Maybe it’s my immigrant skin, the status of being a first generation born Canadian?
I thought there was a fairer mistress that might want to give me pleasure.
My grade 3 teacher I had my first crush on.
Her name was Mrs. Rodriguez.
She was a beautiful lady, Polly.
How she gave free uninhibited ‘love’ you could feel!
In fact I remember that she loved Tina Turner!!
My medicine cabinet is empty.
The truth has all but been forgotten.
I’ve deceived my government.
I hold secret anti-government rallies that only I attend.
They have no idea about my whereabouts.
Superficiality
Things truly making you an artist become a learned habit, a ‘distant’ trait you’ve earned.
Superficiality
The devil is invited not to attend.
You find yourself yet?
My mind boils and a flow of lava streams that followed turning rock solid.
A blue-collar worker…
White male in his mid-late 20’s has been informed.
Crusty worn attire, the clown leads his flock across the bridge into Twin Peaks.
Superficiality
The devil is invited not to attend.
You find yourself yet?
My mind boils and a flow of lava streams that followed turning rock solid.
A blue-collar worker…
White male in his mid-late 20’s has been informed.
Crusty worn attire, the clown leads his flock across the bridge into Twin Peaks.
Saturday, April 16, 2005
Painting a Picture
What have they been whispering, talking behind your back?
In my dreams I see shadows.
Only shadows.
They’ve created the monster I mistake myself for in the mirror!
Medusa shows herself to me, and my cloud of stone faced horror!!
Who’s been pulling the strings?
Yanking on my chain?
Been in my medicine cabinet?
Given me parking tickets?
Hidden from me?
Reality is a deconstruction.
You see an “expecting” wife to have created something not only to lose it.
What happened to enthusiasm?
Where did truth found the mystery flavored?
Why isn’t color in dreams?
Radar is inside police cruisers and keeps the sirens off.
In my dreams I see shadows.
Only shadows.
They’ve created the monster I mistake myself for in the mirror!
Medusa shows herself to me, and my cloud of stone faced horror!!
Who’s been pulling the strings?
Yanking on my chain?
Been in my medicine cabinet?
Given me parking tickets?
Hidden from me?
Reality is a deconstruction.
You see an “expecting” wife to have created something not only to lose it.
What happened to enthusiasm?
Where did truth found the mystery flavored?
Why isn’t color in dreams?
Radar is inside police cruisers and keeps the sirens off.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Intolerable Cruelty
There’s a certain sense of humor that amounts to something unusual.
I telephoned a travel agency yesterday…
I had asked to book a spot to heaven.
We have no flights to heaven.
You mean nobody has ever asked? I found astonishing how something couldn’t have been inquired about before. EVER.
Well, you’re the first person that’s asked… and no such thing has ever been sold through our travel agency.
But their might be a chance the airlines may open a flight to heaven?
Not to the best of my knowledge.
I thought you people were supposed to be more helpful!
I’m only telling you the details don’t exist.
I see.
Heaven is as beautiful a place that the sun appears on a warm summer day.
The rules for existentialist ideology:
(1) Creating the appearance
(2) The achievement of something desired.
(3) *Catch the abstract.
I telephoned a travel agency yesterday…
I had asked to book a spot to heaven.
We have no flights to heaven.
You mean nobody has ever asked? I found astonishing how something couldn’t have been inquired about before. EVER.
Well, you’re the first person that’s asked… and no such thing has ever been sold through our travel agency.
But their might be a chance the airlines may open a flight to heaven?
Not to the best of my knowledge.
I thought you people were supposed to be more helpful!
I’m only telling you the details don’t exist.
I see.
Heaven is as beautiful a place that the sun appears on a warm summer day.
The rules for existentialist ideology:
(1) Creating the appearance
(2) The achievement of something desired.
(3) *Catch the abstract.
Reaction to Probability Calculus (Modes Ponens vs. Modus Tollens…)
I give you my invitation to procrastinate with me… however only feel free to react until I say the ‘word’.
Would I trust Jesus as my mechanic, unless I change the fact? I don’t trust ANY mechanics to being with. Must I forgive the faulty work on my vehicle?
What kind of logic within the frame of mind an intellectual such as Jesus himself would CRY!!
Progress is change. I service my fleeting ship for navigation and survival.
I must serve a purpose. Emotions. Emotionally I color my world. I cover my tracks in the desert sand.
I’ll only react if spoken to with the dogma of relief.
Chain reactions of self-depreciating events don’t do me justice. Justice is blind. Naturally an injustice has yet to occur?
I suffer from the injustice of my own doing.
Must I serve a person or preoccupation?
The challenge of this time on trial, “He always sounds like that.” My god in heaven… what did happen? Could it be if a tree falls in the forest it made a sound. Quite a miracle you can quote me on!
(Yes mommy.)
Would I trust Jesus as my mechanic, unless I change the fact? I don’t trust ANY mechanics to being with. Must I forgive the faulty work on my vehicle?
What kind of logic within the frame of mind an intellectual such as Jesus himself would CRY!!
Progress is change. I service my fleeting ship for navigation and survival.
I must serve a purpose. Emotions. Emotionally I color my world. I cover my tracks in the desert sand.
I’ll only react if spoken to with the dogma of relief.
Chain reactions of self-depreciating events don’t do me justice. Justice is blind. Naturally an injustice has yet to occur?
I suffer from the injustice of my own doing.
Must I serve a person or preoccupation?
The challenge of this time on trial, “He always sounds like that.” My god in heaven… what did happen? Could it be if a tree falls in the forest it made a sound. Quite a miracle you can quote me on!
(Yes mommy.)
The Artificial Intelligence Factor
Objects for Hire...
(Milking the cow. )
I am guessing that it is a shovel?
Yes , No , Close
29. I guess that it is a snow shovel? No.
28. Do you use it in your home? Doubtful.
27. Is it straight? Maybe.
26. Is it human powered? Probably.
25. Does it require specific knowledge to use it? Doubtful.
24. Is it brown? Irrelevant.
23. Is it made of metal? Maybe.
22. Is it white? No.
21. Would you find it on a farm? Maybe.
20. I guess that it is an iron skillet? No.
19. Can any age group use it? Irrelevant.
18. Is it outside? Irrelevant.
17. I guess that it is a colander? No.
16. Is it colorful? No.
15. Does it burn? No.
14. Does it hold water? No.
13. Do you hold it when you use it? Yes.
12. Can you lift it? Yes.
11. Does it get wet? Yes.
10. Is it colorless? No.
9. Is it usually visible? Usually.
8. Is it round? Yes.
7. Can it change size? Yes.
6. Can it be easily moved? Irrelevant.
5. Could it be found in a classroom? No.
4. Does it bring joy to people? No.
3. Is it smaller than a loaf of bread? No.
2. Would you use it in the dark? No.
1. It is classified as Other.
(Someone here can try guess what my object is.) Knock yourself out.
You won!
Is it one of these ...
a rake (for leaves)
a wheel barrow a dumbbell (exercise weights)
a plunger (plumber's tool)
a spade (shovel)
a garden hose
a pitchfork
a lasso
a machete
a garden hoe
a hose a pot (cooking pot)
a garden fork
a rolling pin
a katana
a pizza cutter
Enter what you were thinking: “Self Esteem” (issues)
Personal longevity.
Satisfaction.
Self talk.
I was questioned on my thought.
…“Umbrella.”
If I’m not just an object, I’m a human being with feelings.
I’m not a robot.
I can say no without the worry.
I can measure the anxiety.
I can say the word ‘no’.
I can believe in myself concept.
I can maintain a positive self-image.
I can eliminate negative thoughts.
I can refute the ideas without coming across “perfect.”
I won’t step on someone else’s tail.
I can share my toys and play.
I can say ‘uncle’.
I can knock on wood.
“Mum’s” the word.
I beg to differ.
The dichotomy beneath the umbrella tree I love to eat fruit under.
I feel the warmth dried direly.
My apparent blame and self-loathing only disposition like a grape in the California Sun.
(Milking the cow. )
I am guessing that it is a shovel?
Yes , No , Close
29. I guess that it is a snow shovel? No.
28. Do you use it in your home? Doubtful.
27. Is it straight? Maybe.
26. Is it human powered? Probably.
25. Does it require specific knowledge to use it? Doubtful.
24. Is it brown? Irrelevant.
23. Is it made of metal? Maybe.
22. Is it white? No.
21. Would you find it on a farm? Maybe.
20. I guess that it is an iron skillet? No.
19. Can any age group use it? Irrelevant.
18. Is it outside? Irrelevant.
17. I guess that it is a colander? No.
16. Is it colorful? No.
15. Does it burn? No.
14. Does it hold water? No.
13. Do you hold it when you use it? Yes.
12. Can you lift it? Yes.
11. Does it get wet? Yes.
10. Is it colorless? No.
9. Is it usually visible? Usually.
8. Is it round? Yes.
7. Can it change size? Yes.
6. Can it be easily moved? Irrelevant.
5. Could it be found in a classroom? No.
4. Does it bring joy to people? No.
3. Is it smaller than a loaf of bread? No.
2. Would you use it in the dark? No.
1. It is classified as Other.
(Someone here can try guess what my object is.) Knock yourself out.
You won!
Is it one of these ...
a rake (for leaves)
a wheel barrow a dumbbell (exercise weights)
a plunger (plumber's tool)
a spade (shovel)
a garden hose
a pitchfork
a lasso
a machete
a garden hoe
a hose a pot (cooking pot)
a garden fork
a rolling pin
a katana
a pizza cutter
Enter what you were thinking: “Self Esteem” (issues)
Personal longevity.
Satisfaction.
Self talk.
I was questioned on my thought.
…“Umbrella.”
If I’m not just an object, I’m a human being with feelings.
I’m not a robot.
I can say no without the worry.
I can measure the anxiety.
I can say the word ‘no’.
I can believe in myself concept.
I can maintain a positive self-image.
I can eliminate negative thoughts.
I can refute the ideas without coming across “perfect.”
I won’t step on someone else’s tail.
I can share my toys and play.
I can say ‘uncle’.
I can knock on wood.
“Mum’s” the word.
I beg to differ.
The dichotomy beneath the umbrella tree I love to eat fruit under.
I feel the warmth dried direly.
My apparent blame and self-loathing only disposition like a grape in the California Sun.
What Isn’t Evil (Not a 'dogma'... of beliefs.)
Do I naturally not feel guilty for not saying ‘no’ or do I feel the guilt for what I didn’t do?
So much for happy endings, which isn’t ‘good’.
What is evil?
Is evil something that takes what it doesn’t give back?
I WILL NOT STOP.
I will stop being ‘evil’.
Why the panic? Not for a ‘dogma’… of beliefs.
I just said ‘NO’ to fundraising addicts… schooled in their philosophy of spin doctoring. A treat of chocolate almonds and raisins dipped in chocolate. If only my fingers tasted like the dripping.
Leonard Cohen coughing out the words, “There ain’t no cure for love.” I’ve been witness to the Dead Poets Society.
Peace and smoke. Mirrors are smashed. The heart is broken wide open, like busted vault.
So much for happy endings, which isn’t ‘good’.
What is evil?
Is evil something that takes what it doesn’t give back?
I WILL NOT STOP.
I will stop being ‘evil’.
Why the panic? Not for a ‘dogma’… of beliefs.
I just said ‘NO’ to fundraising addicts… schooled in their philosophy of spin doctoring. A treat of chocolate almonds and raisins dipped in chocolate. If only my fingers tasted like the dripping.
Leonard Cohen coughing out the words, “There ain’t no cure for love.” I’ve been witness to the Dead Poets Society.
Peace and smoke. Mirrors are smashed. The heart is broken wide open, like busted vault.
Fascination Infatuation
I aim to please because I just want to be ‘nice’.
My beliefs take on a weight of a bear?
On my back I wear the skin.
I leap frog through a wilderness unknown.
In seclusion I damage my own ego “self concept”: not a shadow of my true nature.
A natural habitat surrounds me, and I exit to avoid the fears I struggle without keeping.
Instead, I refuse to believe that I have a soul that is worthy of my love.
I don’t honor the kindness I hide from myself only!
I plug into an outlet that negative energy translates.
My positive remains unopened?
The criminal comes out of a bank, yet I take a ‘hit’ without reason!!
I’m not responsible in any way for causing an attack against myself being guilty.
Then I surrender to myself not guilty, and I feel immobile… I disown my risk of feeling.
Not true to myself, "I'M A TERRIBLE TERRIBLE PERSON."
I disown myself.
I remain harbinger like a catcher in the rye… and feel criminally insane.
I take the good with bad inhibitions.
I differ my actions onto others.
Sometimes acting irresponsibly out of lack of prior knowledge.
FA
SC
IN
AT
IN
G
FASCINATING.
GNITANICSAF.
Fascinating.
I gamble on the sublime and only have myself not to blame or feel ashamed.
The wind outside is a breeze that acts as a tornado I cannot control within my reach. Anything I did I actually didn’t cause to have happened… to me the future is a well I’ve poisoned?
I look into the well, I drop a bucket and I must look back inside myself.
Anything that I realized came with a chance.
I don’t lie.
I do tell the truth occasionally, and without every time an occasion presents itself… I disappear somewhere.
Out of nowhere I vanished into thin air.
I’m a trapper caging lobsters that ‘snap’.
“Well, isn’t that interesting.” I said.
My beliefs take on a weight of a bear?
On my back I wear the skin.
I leap frog through a wilderness unknown.
In seclusion I damage my own ego “self concept”: not a shadow of my true nature.
A natural habitat surrounds me, and I exit to avoid the fears I struggle without keeping.
Instead, I refuse to believe that I have a soul that is worthy of my love.
I don’t honor the kindness I hide from myself only!
I plug into an outlet that negative energy translates.
My positive remains unopened?
The criminal comes out of a bank, yet I take a ‘hit’ without reason!!
I’m not responsible in any way for causing an attack against myself being guilty.
Then I surrender to myself not guilty, and I feel immobile… I disown my risk of feeling.
Not true to myself, "I'M A TERRIBLE TERRIBLE PERSON."
I disown myself.
I remain harbinger like a catcher in the rye… and feel criminally insane.
I take the good with bad inhibitions.
I differ my actions onto others.
Sometimes acting irresponsibly out of lack of prior knowledge.
FA
SC
IN
AT
IN
G
FASCINATING.
GNITANICSAF.
Fascinating.
I gamble on the sublime and only have myself not to blame or feel ashamed.
The wind outside is a breeze that acts as a tornado I cannot control within my reach. Anything I did I actually didn’t cause to have happened… to me the future is a well I’ve poisoned?
I look into the well, I drop a bucket and I must look back inside myself.
Anything that I realized came with a chance.
I don’t lie.
I do tell the truth occasionally, and without every time an occasion presents itself… I disappear somewhere.
Out of nowhere I vanished into thin air.
I’m a trapper caging lobsters that ‘snap’.
“Well, isn’t that interesting.” I said.
Thursday, April 14, 2005
The Sleeping Giant (Snoring…)
I’m not a loud person.
We all want to be found.
Love to bare witness.
I snored while I was awake?
Because of the time I took to come across!
I’m a person of definite inaction.
I like to drive pretending, I’m as though a caricature of ‘truth’.
Wisdom that’s not always unseen but deafening to the ear goes unheard!!
There’s an anomaly involved?
(A paradox.)
In the act of pretending “not to hear” you or I and nor not me myself.
Maybe I felt to indifferent and differed my rational interests?
I do tend to worry a lot about nothing important, events that only meet the eye.
My unlimited potential to suffice concise enough not to be measured in tablespoons or actions speaking louder than words; on occasion I will try something new.
(Dogma is nothing new among the lesson spent.)
I purged my own sense of self to continue onward. I carry on a discussion while in labor of the obvious nature surrounding me. I contain the fortune of a dream.
In the mind, a universe of midnite air mine contains riches of plenty.
In the neighboring field, I fuel a fire... that sparks my imagination and talks to the gods "my ancestors".
I fear nothing.
Yet anything is possible?
A split hair on my head, a person of divine intervention does wonders.
We all want to be found.
Love to bare witness.
I snored while I was awake?
Because of the time I took to come across!
I’m a person of definite inaction.
I like to drive pretending, I’m as though a caricature of ‘truth’.
Wisdom that’s not always unseen but deafening to the ear goes unheard!!
There’s an anomaly involved?
(A paradox.)
In the act of pretending “not to hear” you or I and nor not me myself.
Maybe I felt to indifferent and differed my rational interests?
I do tend to worry a lot about nothing important, events that only meet the eye.
My unlimited potential to suffice concise enough not to be measured in tablespoons or actions speaking louder than words; on occasion I will try something new.
(Dogma is nothing new among the lesson spent.)
I purged my own sense of self to continue onward. I carry on a discussion while in labor of the obvious nature surrounding me. I contain the fortune of a dream.
In the mind, a universe of midnite air mine contains riches of plenty.
In the neighboring field, I fuel a fire... that sparks my imagination and talks to the gods "my ancestors".
I fear nothing.
Yet anything is possible?
A split hair on my head, a person of divine intervention does wonders.
Left Center Right (Creative Thinking... / Revelations)
Haven’t you ever once heard the story? I met a little birdie that told me, “DEAD MAN WALKING.”
This embodiment of god’s creation was shivering when I held it.
I nursed god’s creature back to health.
This embodiment of god’s creation was shivering when I held it.
I nursed god’s creature back to health.
A Hero's Unwelcoming
Why not urinate in the shower?
What do people do for a living?
A “standard” shortage of good workers or might it be a supply of high quality demands?
A lot can be said about how the rates of inflation fluctuate.
If the supply is ‘high’ and consumer demand is ‘low’, translates that people aren’t buying. The collateral is being made up in taxes as result.
To maintain a regular range of inflation the consumer is spending their money on goods and the costs outweigh the taxes in gained revenue.
I call this the left/right of center.
What difference does Harper, the Bloc or Liberal/NDP ridings make, the people who are voting must make a deciding choice. Harper can distance himself all he wants, if in reality his own bigoted views are alienating the common good. We're talking about what ideally should happen.
Conservatives wouldn't be in power unless the will of majority (i.e. status quo) says otherwise... but why think in terms of status quo? Impartial views are of minority interest, yet Harper insists that traditional principles are what a majority of Canadians want. The Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms as our nations constitution isn't being violated, it’s Stephen Harpers secular version of what is forcing the average Canadian to feel obliged.
The charter protects everyone's right equally and independently of one another. Each person should use the charter and equate that with how Harper has taken a lethal position against the status quo.
In reality, people that view economics in a Conservative fiscal manner, have another thing coming if they believe in Stephen Harper's values. The government doesn't run a country... the people oppose what the government shouldn't be doing is why the Liberals have been opposed. In fact Canadians should feel opposite of what the Conservative's agenda would factor aren’t as ‘afraid’ but possess fearlessness to feel the opposite of whatever the Conservative’s affair within Canada do manage to solicit… will not favor all Canadians neither!
What do people do for a living?
A “standard” shortage of good workers or might it be a supply of high quality demands?
A lot can be said about how the rates of inflation fluctuate.
If the supply is ‘high’ and consumer demand is ‘low’, translates that people aren’t buying. The collateral is being made up in taxes as result.
To maintain a regular range of inflation the consumer is spending their money on goods and the costs outweigh the taxes in gained revenue.
I call this the left/right of center.
What difference does Harper, the Bloc or Liberal/NDP ridings make, the people who are voting must make a deciding choice. Harper can distance himself all he wants, if in reality his own bigoted views are alienating the common good. We're talking about what ideally should happen.
Conservatives wouldn't be in power unless the will of majority (i.e. status quo) says otherwise... but why think in terms of status quo? Impartial views are of minority interest, yet Harper insists that traditional principles are what a majority of Canadians want. The Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms as our nations constitution isn't being violated, it’s Stephen Harpers secular version of what is forcing the average Canadian to feel obliged.
The charter protects everyone's right equally and independently of one another. Each person should use the charter and equate that with how Harper has taken a lethal position against the status quo.
In reality, people that view economics in a Conservative fiscal manner, have another thing coming if they believe in Stephen Harper's values. The government doesn't run a country... the people oppose what the government shouldn't be doing is why the Liberals have been opposed. In fact Canadians should feel opposite of what the Conservative's agenda would factor aren’t as ‘afraid’ but possess fearlessness to feel the opposite of whatever the Conservative’s affair within Canada do manage to solicit… will not favor all Canadians neither!
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
This is Royalty
As I walked up the stairs from my basement, into my kitchen where I prepared myself a sandwich to eat. I ate over the kitchen sink, as I faced the window that looks outside located directly above the sink.
For a moment I felt a mild sense of ‘panic’ but an ease that was calm or inspiring.
I had experienced a fear.
Something told me about this fear.
Was it Conan O’Brien on his late night talk show, or did the talk show host have anything to do with my own premonition?
My senses tell me otherwise.
I’m a lot different now then I was before.
I got off my high horse and came back down to earth… the horse had never escaped. My wisdom remained in tact. My feelings were subdued.
I thought, “This is royalty.”
For a moment I felt a mild sense of ‘panic’ but an ease that was calm or inspiring.
I had experienced a fear.
Something told me about this fear.
Was it Conan O’Brien on his late night talk show, or did the talk show host have anything to do with my own premonition?
My senses tell me otherwise.
I’m a lot different now then I was before.
I got off my high horse and came back down to earth… the horse had never escaped. My wisdom remained in tact. My feelings were subdued.
I thought, “This is royalty.”
Inferiority Complex Examination
If only a woman gave you bedroom eyes… and what about her pink eyelashes or her pink eyeshadow?
What kind of a lie would you explain that with?
I pretend not to notice… of course not!
If you do the opposite she vanishes into thin air.
(There’s a lady I want.)
Not Artifical
Hips…
Lips…
Thighs…
Eyes…
Brain.
Oh yes.
Let’s not forget the brain!
But I tell myself she doesn’t exist.
I tell myself that no women care to be sex objects.
I only think sensually about them.
Women.
All women.
All of them put together can’t stick like ‘glue’.
Shame on me… ‘the predator’.
Everyone of us wants a piece of the pie.
Everyone of us wants another piece to the puzzle added.
I’m a first generation born immigrant son. (I also happen to be Canadian born.)
I’m not ‘flawed’.
I’m only human!
What kind of a lie would you explain that with?
I pretend not to notice… of course not!
If you do the opposite she vanishes into thin air.
(There’s a lady I want.)
Not Artifical
Hips…
Lips…
Thighs…
Eyes…
Brain.
Oh yes.
Let’s not forget the brain!
But I tell myself she doesn’t exist.
I tell myself that no women care to be sex objects.
I only think sensually about them.
Women.
All women.
All of them put together can’t stick like ‘glue’.
Shame on me… ‘the predator’.
Everyone of us wants a piece of the pie.
Everyone of us wants another piece to the puzzle added.
I’m a first generation born immigrant son. (I also happen to be Canadian born.)
I’m not ‘flawed’.
I’m only human!
...
I find myself posting a lot of my own personal ideas in the form of scholarly work that I'm providing in the blog.
Philosophy/ Poetry/ Verse/ Prose
All in the language I speak.
I've done a lot and come a futher mile to stretch reality as I seen fit.
Philosophy/ Poetry/ Verse/ Prose
All in the language I speak.
I've done a lot and come a futher mile to stretch reality as I seen fit.
Reason and Intellect ("The conditional"...)
The intellectual* (language) ß “in brackets”
Fiscal responsibility = denial. (Anti Liberal rhetoric)
Liberal “responsible” government = arrogance? (Intolerance)
Non-traditional roles* such as minority groups and the subject of a persons belief/value systems.
Fiscal responsibility = denial. (Anti Liberal rhetoric)
Liberal “responsible” government = arrogance? (Intolerance)
Non-traditional roles* such as minority groups and the subject of a persons belief/value systems.
The Victims Conviction
I’m disappointed.
Fortunately it was a victimless crime.
Only monkeys reading comic books without the abuse of anabolic steroid use.
No one will believe the argument you committed to, “God protects me.” That’s the one argument nobody cares to hear spoke… it spooks them wildly silly.
There’s no refutation of agreement:
i. Refutation for agreement
ii. Agreement of refutation
If Moses was a locomotive, then Jesus was a rock… and Jesus looks more like a pebble in the sand.
I leave my imprints behind to recollect the memories had here.
I’ve made the trip to Paris over a trail of footprints or breadcrumbs?
Though the answer came before the question… true jeopardy waits.
As I roll down my window, driving the automobile is the limousine’s chauffer.
I asked to make the next stop.
“Hollywood.”
From the backseat where Red Hot Chili Peppers spilled onto the floor!!
(From the start of this powerful poetic verse.)
Each letter crumbles from the top to the bottom of this page, a mixed Matrix of ideals.
Yet to each word becomes a variable that owns an infinite piece of the universe above?
Below the meaningfulness became a shadow in translation, an interpretation if you engaged with me.
The idea of reality is infinitude.
Many people establish the things in life I may never attribute?
But I’ve custom built my rocket-fueled ship, and I endeavor to a place of candle lit dreams… series of romance and mystery perhaps?
I only wish that great longevity… long outlived hegemony and hyperbole.
As I mentioned already, the truth be told, …I already have struck gold! The lottery.
The entire jackpot is mine.
Hints of Hamlet trace the mind of an identity crisis. He wanted a piece of the pie!!
His unhealthy obsession of Ophelia, she ordained his identity crisis… he wasn’t helpless.
Such great impact a woman has, happens to blossom as a red rose in full bloom. The stem… supports each structure of each petal intricate and fine as her bosom.
The guilt isn’t a virus that protects against the roses scent, but prevents the anguish of 1000 corpses.
Fortunately it was a victimless crime.
Only monkeys reading comic books without the abuse of anabolic steroid use.
No one will believe the argument you committed to, “God protects me.” That’s the one argument nobody cares to hear spoke… it spooks them wildly silly.
There’s no refutation of agreement:
i. Refutation for agreement
ii. Agreement of refutation
If Moses was a locomotive, then Jesus was a rock… and Jesus looks more like a pebble in the sand.
I leave my imprints behind to recollect the memories had here.
I’ve made the trip to Paris over a trail of footprints or breadcrumbs?
Though the answer came before the question… true jeopardy waits.
As I roll down my window, driving the automobile is the limousine’s chauffer.
I asked to make the next stop.
“Hollywood.”
From the backseat where Red Hot Chili Peppers spilled onto the floor!!
(From the start of this powerful poetic verse.)
Each letter crumbles from the top to the bottom of this page, a mixed Matrix of ideals.
Yet to each word becomes a variable that owns an infinite piece of the universe above?
Below the meaningfulness became a shadow in translation, an interpretation if you engaged with me.
The idea of reality is infinitude.
Many people establish the things in life I may never attribute?
But I’ve custom built my rocket-fueled ship, and I endeavor to a place of candle lit dreams… series of romance and mystery perhaps?
I only wish that great longevity… long outlived hegemony and hyperbole.
As I mentioned already, the truth be told, …I already have struck gold! The lottery.
The entire jackpot is mine.
Hints of Hamlet trace the mind of an identity crisis. He wanted a piece of the pie!!
His unhealthy obsession of Ophelia, she ordained his identity crisis… he wasn’t helpless.
Such great impact a woman has, happens to blossom as a red rose in full bloom. The stem… supports each structure of each petal intricate and fine as her bosom.
The guilt isn’t a virus that protects against the roses scent, but prevents the anguish of 1000 corpses.
2 in 1 (Poems for the mind connect...)
The Threat of Corruption
I saw, _______.
Yeah, I saw him when I went to ______.
No, I meant I saw him ______ not the same place you did.
Aren’t Marco’s parents awesome… they don’t believe in god the way most other people do and they helped my mom after she divorced?
What do you describe Marco as?
A VERY UNIQUE AND EXQUISITE PERSON!! (But nobody believes in god do they? Remember that.)
The Role of Destructive Devices
Falling out is deadly as sin?
I favor to be found.
I don’t like a prostitute.
Therefore, watch out for me.
(I know a “cop” who makes victims out of his prey.)
Today, I saw her walking across a bridge.
But I won’t marry one!!
I’m a PI.
And all I said to her face… was, “I’m (not still) thinking about it.”
Then I look at how I acted!
Rewarding, indeed.
“Didn’t I teach you anything?”
“You want to wear the pants in this relationship don’t you?”
“YOU DO.”
“I don’t wear ANY pants.”
“Then let me have them.”
“I FORBID YOU.”
“YOU CAN’T FORBID ME.”
“I think your innocent… and I won’t let you!!”
“What are you talking about…?”
“I mean that you’ve changed since I met you, since we’ve met, we’ve changed… we’re both changing very rapidly.”
“I still don’t understand, why are you saying this?”
(Their emotions are at a standstill.)
“ I never thought you weren’t an angel.”
(Points back in the direction.) “I AM AN ANGEL.”
(Their emotions are at a standstill.)
“Then stop intimidating me.”
“You should stop and think twice about what you’re saying.”
“Everything is hurtful.”
“I’m hurting too.”
“Do you remind yourself about how rude I’ve been lately?”
“All the time.”
“I just want you to love me the same way I love you.”
“I do.”
“Then what were we talking about?”
(Their emotions are at a standstill.)
* Standards control
* Itchiness
* Snakes and Ladders
* Forgiveness
*…None of the ‘above’.
I saw, _______.
Yeah, I saw him when I went to ______.
No, I meant I saw him ______ not the same place you did.
Aren’t Marco’s parents awesome… they don’t believe in god the way most other people do and they helped my mom after she divorced?
What do you describe Marco as?
A VERY UNIQUE AND EXQUISITE PERSON!! (But nobody believes in god do they? Remember that.)
The Role of Destructive Devices
Falling out is deadly as sin?
I favor to be found.
I don’t like a prostitute.
Therefore, watch out for me.
(I know a “cop” who makes victims out of his prey.)
Today, I saw her walking across a bridge.
But I won’t marry one!!
I’m a PI.
And all I said to her face… was, “I’m (not still) thinking about it.”
Then I look at how I acted!
Rewarding, indeed.
“Didn’t I teach you anything?”
“You want to wear the pants in this relationship don’t you?”
“YOU DO.”
“I don’t wear ANY pants.”
“Then let me have them.”
“I FORBID YOU.”
“YOU CAN’T FORBID ME.”
“I think your innocent… and I won’t let you!!”
“What are you talking about…?”
“I mean that you’ve changed since I met you, since we’ve met, we’ve changed… we’re both changing very rapidly.”
“I still don’t understand, why are you saying this?”
(Their emotions are at a standstill.)
“ I never thought you weren’t an angel.”
(Points back in the direction.) “I AM AN ANGEL.”
(Their emotions are at a standstill.)
“Then stop intimidating me.”
“You should stop and think twice about what you’re saying.”
“Everything is hurtful.”
“I’m hurting too.”
“Do you remind yourself about how rude I’ve been lately?”
“All the time.”
“I just want you to love me the same way I love you.”
“I do.”
“Then what were we talking about?”
(Their emotions are at a standstill.)
* Standards control
* Itchiness
* Snakes and Ladders
* Forgiveness
*…None of the ‘above’.
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
The Guilt Trip
All religion is false.
Don't you believe in god?
I think they thought, "They'll figure it out."
Let him go there...
The postcard I've stamped without a return address, I mailed it to Tom Hanks.
Place the skull back where it belongs!
Give me peace of mind.
Not your intense fear of gods existence... aren't you more afraid of mice and men?
My humanity aims in abundance.
Drink it up Dr. Pepper.
Drink up.
Don't you believe in god?
I think they thought, "They'll figure it out."
Let him go there...
The postcard I've stamped without a return address, I mailed it to Tom Hanks.
Place the skull back where it belongs!
Give me peace of mind.
Not your intense fear of gods existence... aren't you more afraid of mice and men?
My humanity aims in abundance.
Drink it up Dr. Pepper.
Drink up.
The Level Headed Guy From Winnipeg… Marco is his name.
Common sense logic < Existential logic
They call me Marco. It’s my own idea of god, that I don’t hear myself asking much of him. Today it’s raining. This month is April. Thanks for lighting my fuse.
They call me Marco. It’s my own idea of god, that I don’t hear myself asking much of him. Today it’s raining. This month is April. Thanks for lighting my fuse.
Life's Picnic Reception (An empty aluminum refreshment...)
No, the doctor isn't 'in'.
Please take out the rubbish.
I'm not here to make you excuses or take the blame.
Please take out the rubbish.
I'm not here to make you excuses or take the blame.
Monday, April 11, 2005
The Motherland Stinks
You god damn prostitute... now the well is dried?
I still love you however.
I carry your interests.
You don't belong on the street, I'm not a pimp.
Therefore, stay with me... and I'll stop spinning my wheels.
I still love you however.
I carry your interests.
You don't belong on the street, I'm not a pimp.
Therefore, stay with me... and I'll stop spinning my wheels.
My Tribute to the Fatherland
The Preparation Phase
Layers upon layers of cool flavor… one lick after another.
Judging criteria for ice cream.
I thirst for adventure, a rule of happiness, closing in properly.
*My three ‘heteronyms’ are:
1) The existentialist philosopher
2) A Poets (language)
3) Haiku artist.
“Thou shall not commit adultery.” This commandment is a particular interest of ‘sinning’.
The characteristic is inherently implied.
A person that concentrates upon basis of religion x3: Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.
There’s a prophecy that each partaking religiously must be obeyed within those rules.
In the postmodern era, reality shifted among the three great religions of the world. The pilgrims of the earth have been given to differences in their meanings. Belief in the word of God as the highest-ranking power!
Protestants disown/disavow to the non-traditional methods taught. The reformation is a sign/symbol of the post-postmodern era. The pre postmodern era is: “The Reformation.”
To disobey any commandment is held in vigor despite the action, sins will be forgiven if you believe in god.
I ask the question of who is your god? When do you reach the same verdict god has given to you unconditionally? That you’ve said, “I love you.” Doesn’t god create this dynamic as true automatically? Does the truth that god exists, his meaning among men, not relate unless God’s voice is heard back whispering, “I love you too.”
There’s a mystery involved, because the essence of what human relationships gather, the words, “I love you.” Are these words not incredibly powerful enough to drastically change/alter the course of any relationship? Do the dynamics of any relationship not depend on what ‘love’ necessarily implies, if why the statement effects for how you live and another person such as I governs.
The Poet’s (language)
Jesus.
You’ve adorned me, and I haven’t said anything.
Yet perhaps in light of Plato’s cave, the allegory has been reached?
May I give you a phone call, but you’re telephone number isn’t listed!
Are people being forced to deny you’re will… then they aren’t defenders?
Therefore, let the cats loose in the back yard, they can escape their nine lives and clean up after their own litter!!
Babies wearing bowties or their father’s suit?
Prostitution became the end of me.
The Highest Master (Haiku Heteronym)
I’m curious. Are you happy?
What’s the most conventional type of leadership you can find… focus.
Be the rain.
Think about it mang? The Liberals are fresh off the Sponsorship drama. It's quite a theatre of the absurd. The reality is that Canadians were impressed with missile defense becoming annulled. With the Conservatives leadership of Stephen Harper, Canadians would have to be severely desperate. Not that Canadians would want to pay in excess of millions, only to secure an election result for a leadership they already know is incompetent as the Conservatives. IF a non-confidence motion were held created another election call, the Conservatives would be made fools of. I'm confident of that everything we see happening as of now, could only bring Canadians back down to earth. "What the hell, we're paying for another election and our time has not only been wasted I feel like an idiot for it?" It's all water under the bridge.
Layers upon layers of cool flavor… one lick after another.
Judging criteria for ice cream.
I thirst for adventure, a rule of happiness, closing in properly.
*My three ‘heteronyms’ are:
1) The existentialist philosopher
2) A Poets (language)
3) Haiku artist.
“Thou shall not commit adultery.” This commandment is a particular interest of ‘sinning’.
The characteristic is inherently implied.
A person that concentrates upon basis of religion x3: Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.
There’s a prophecy that each partaking religiously must be obeyed within those rules.
In the postmodern era, reality shifted among the three great religions of the world. The pilgrims of the earth have been given to differences in their meanings. Belief in the word of God as the highest-ranking power!
Protestants disown/disavow to the non-traditional methods taught. The reformation is a sign/symbol of the post-postmodern era. The pre postmodern era is: “The Reformation.”
To disobey any commandment is held in vigor despite the action, sins will be forgiven if you believe in god.
I ask the question of who is your god? When do you reach the same verdict god has given to you unconditionally? That you’ve said, “I love you.” Doesn’t god create this dynamic as true automatically? Does the truth that god exists, his meaning among men, not relate unless God’s voice is heard back whispering, “I love you too.”
There’s a mystery involved, because the essence of what human relationships gather, the words, “I love you.” Are these words not incredibly powerful enough to drastically change/alter the course of any relationship? Do the dynamics of any relationship not depend on what ‘love’ necessarily implies, if why the statement effects for how you live and another person such as I governs.
The Poet’s (language)
Jesus.
You’ve adorned me, and I haven’t said anything.
Yet perhaps in light of Plato’s cave, the allegory has been reached?
May I give you a phone call, but you’re telephone number isn’t listed!
Are people being forced to deny you’re will… then they aren’t defenders?
Therefore, let the cats loose in the back yard, they can escape their nine lives and clean up after their own litter!!
Babies wearing bowties or their father’s suit?
Prostitution became the end of me.
The Highest Master (Haiku Heteronym)
I’m curious. Are you happy?
What’s the most conventional type of leadership you can find… focus.
Be the rain.
Think about it mang? The Liberals are fresh off the Sponsorship drama. It's quite a theatre of the absurd. The reality is that Canadians were impressed with missile defense becoming annulled. With the Conservatives leadership of Stephen Harper, Canadians would have to be severely desperate. Not that Canadians would want to pay in excess of millions, only to secure an election result for a leadership they already know is incompetent as the Conservatives. IF a non-confidence motion were held created another election call, the Conservatives would be made fools of. I'm confident of that everything we see happening as of now, could only bring Canadians back down to earth. "What the hell, we're paying for another election and our time has not only been wasted I feel like an idiot for it?" It's all water under the bridge.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
The Reverse Decadent (Autonomy)
My search for why Conservative ideology has Ben Mulroney on top? In Manitoba we're led by the NDP (socialist) party. They suceeded a mandate from the former governing PC (Conservatives).
I believe that Manitobans spoke when voting NDP 2 consecutive trials since the last elections. Manitobans gave the NDP an opportunity to provide us with our most crucial issue. Health care.
Health Care is on the minds of everyone in Canada, because if the Conservatives were to be given political authority to make decision... the importance of Health Care would be relinquished!
In fact, the result of a Conservative elected political power, could devestate our interest as Canadians. Once health care were (hypothetically speaking) privatized, this would open the door to the business aspect providing of health care and close the door to Canadians.
I believe that Manitobans spoke when voting NDP 2 consecutive trials since the last elections. Manitobans gave the NDP an opportunity to provide us with our most crucial issue. Health care.
Health Care is on the minds of everyone in Canada, because if the Conservatives were to be given political authority to make decision... the importance of Health Care would be relinquished!
In fact, the result of a Conservative elected political power, could devestate our interest as Canadians. Once health care were (hypothetically speaking) privatized, this would open the door to the business aspect providing of health care and close the door to Canadians.
Alternative Epistemology Innovations
While the Liberals are putting a foot ahead of the other, taking each step firmly kept in place.
The difference (to the Conservatives) is that they’re playing twister.
*Each flag represents a Conservative bias.
“You’re hypocrites… weh.” *Flag
“You don’t want us to raise you’re children do you?”
“Didn’t you know that the next pope might be the first colored (black skinned) in the history of the papacy?” *Flag
“Yeah, …I sure do hope. That’s the best choice.”
The difference (to the Conservatives) is that they’re playing twister.
*Each flag represents a Conservative bias.
“You’re hypocrites… weh.” *Flag
“You don’t want us to raise you’re children do you?”
“Didn’t you know that the next pope might be the first colored (black skinned) in the history of the papacy?” *Flag
“Yeah, …I sure do hope. That’s the best choice.”
Protection
Protection
I heard the voice that denied you.
The same old wisdom, “He wants to do it all himself.”
Something strange was happening.
When I reacted to the spirit of the Holy Ghost, did someone not say why?
(In this shadow.)
My eyes were lit with a luminous light, an undeniable force I possessed in the image.
Wouldn’t he be writing a poet’s serenade to the gods?
That every word written represented a language only he could understand?
Whatever that meant, clues to the answers came to mind.
A surge of energy that not even surgery should be made operational.
Until a thought became a toy object spinning his wheels?
Give him the dice to make him happy, although the rubix cube would’ve made him happier.
The fear of god in his eyes became a musical note.
He didn’t notice the facts!!
Alleluia echoes in the cathedral of his mind, and a concert playing… he tuned the wires connecting within to the external parallel universe.
The argument for subjugation of religious ritual, every Sunday morning pagans repent!
Their soul on display while god preys on the devils sins, and a deity that isn’t present does not exist through prayer.
Religion in the sects of men, women and child, the blindness thickens.
Yet there are those who confuse posture for immortality.
Might one seed have been the cause that doomed all humanity?
The monsters on earth shall prevail war upon world leaders?
Ignorance, defiance, insolence and virtue, I feel something false in vicinity.
You witness a man for his disobedience.
I accuse myself of guilt.
The cradle of justice for all, seems far off in the distance… a ship that hasn’t come?
Insulting is the hand of love within the hollow entrance of an open coffin.
Believe me, the story of riches in spite of efforts is gray.
Everyone wants a puppy.
Pavlov’s dog “to train” and have followed orders.
Commands: that ring like a telephone you wonder?
You’ve acted on inhibitions for nothing in return?
Do you seek the medication that will cure yourself internally?
For that I drink Coca-Cola.
My mother tries to scare me from time to time.
I resist having snacks, in order to keep active.
Might I ask the greatest poem you’ve ever written, or poetry cannot be read aloud?
It’s business as usual.
Nature hasn’t born.
I’ve worn rank.
I file under god.
I heard the voice that denied you.
The same old wisdom, “He wants to do it all himself.”
Something strange was happening.
When I reacted to the spirit of the Holy Ghost, did someone not say why?
(In this shadow.)
My eyes were lit with a luminous light, an undeniable force I possessed in the image.
Wouldn’t he be writing a poet’s serenade to the gods?
That every word written represented a language only he could understand?
Whatever that meant, clues to the answers came to mind.
A surge of energy that not even surgery should be made operational.
Until a thought became a toy object spinning his wheels?
Give him the dice to make him happy, although the rubix cube would’ve made him happier.
The fear of god in his eyes became a musical note.
He didn’t notice the facts!!
Alleluia echoes in the cathedral of his mind, and a concert playing… he tuned the wires connecting within to the external parallel universe.
The argument for subjugation of religious ritual, every Sunday morning pagans repent!
Their soul on display while god preys on the devils sins, and a deity that isn’t present does not exist through prayer.
Religion in the sects of men, women and child, the blindness thickens.
Yet there are those who confuse posture for immortality.
Might one seed have been the cause that doomed all humanity?
The monsters on earth shall prevail war upon world leaders?
Ignorance, defiance, insolence and virtue, I feel something false in vicinity.
You witness a man for his disobedience.
I accuse myself of guilt.
The cradle of justice for all, seems far off in the distance… a ship that hasn’t come?
Insulting is the hand of love within the hollow entrance of an open coffin.
Believe me, the story of riches in spite of efforts is gray.
Everyone wants a puppy.
Pavlov’s dog “to train” and have followed orders.
Commands: that ring like a telephone you wonder?
You’ve acted on inhibitions for nothing in return?
Do you seek the medication that will cure yourself internally?
For that I drink Coca-Cola.
My mother tries to scare me from time to time.
I resist having snacks, in order to keep active.
Might I ask the greatest poem you’ve ever written, or poetry cannot be read aloud?
It’s business as usual.
Nature hasn’t born.
I’ve worn rank.
I file under god.
Saturday, April 09, 2005
Salty Value Systems
The absent element, a refined intellect... something unlike ability but finer still.
Coloring my emotional world with a handful of sand, the wind blows away as you watch held in your palm.
This smell of jasmine... sweet, sweet plants. An aroma you can sense strongly you can almost taste? (But I've never had jasmine before!?)
I say if you sold yourself out to the devil, "Once a sellout always a sellout."
Coloring my emotional world with a handful of sand, the wind blows away as you watch held in your palm.
This smell of jasmine... sweet, sweet plants. An aroma you can sense strongly you can almost taste? (But I've never had jasmine before!?)
I say if you sold yourself out to the devil, "Once a sellout always a sellout."
Friday, April 08, 2005
I had a couple of dreams last night. One of the dreams I had, related to playing football. All I can recall is having an ability to perform well of myself.
The Liberal sponsorship Scandal in Canada is ridiculous. The majority of Canadians don't want to elect another government other than the one already in place. From what I understand, the minority government is a form that best represents the needs of Canadians. I risk sounding harbinger, without the resolve of taking a side on the issue.
It's like riding in the trunk of the Headless Horseman!!
Would I rather that $40mil dollars be infused into a cause like Quebec, or having sold out to American interests under the Conservative leadership former Prime minister of Canada Brain Mulroney gave NAFTA for something Canadians CANNOT CONTROL.
This reminds me of last earlier in the week, when a man instead of giving common common courtesy, "After you, please." had cut myself off in order to be first in line. I remember asking a woman 3 weeks back, if she'd mind I remove my jacket and obtain a coat check ticket. She refused. Instead, she'd rather have instructed that I should wait and she felt she shouldn't!
The Liberal sponsorship Scandal in Canada is ridiculous. The majority of Canadians don't want to elect another government other than the one already in place. From what I understand, the minority government is a form that best represents the needs of Canadians. I risk sounding harbinger, without the resolve of taking a side on the issue.
It's like riding in the trunk of the Headless Horseman!!
Would I rather that $40mil dollars be infused into a cause like Quebec, or having sold out to American interests under the Conservative leadership former Prime minister of Canada Brain Mulroney gave NAFTA for something Canadians CANNOT CONTROL.
This reminds me of last earlier in the week, when a man instead of giving common common courtesy, "After you, please." had cut myself off in order to be first in line. I remember asking a woman 3 weeks back, if she'd mind I remove my jacket and obtain a coat check ticket. She refused. Instead, she'd rather have instructed that I should wait and she felt she shouldn't!
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
On the Greyhound to nowhere, the Tragically Hip suck.
"I can see a 'cold war' starting to form from all of this back-and-forth bantering...Simple.
Straight to the point. No self ball licking patronising crap. I like it."
I was sitting in front of my computer, I happened to overhear another person proclaiming how unequalled and self-important he is.
I realized I was in no position of power or authority to contradict anyone other then myself.
I'm not an equal.
Therefore, unequalled?
Why is it that if you knew this man (who thinks of himself as being human...) are all unreasonable human beings such as him so convinced of their own humanity itself?
I just answered a question with another question of my own!
Straight to the point. No self ball licking patronising crap. I like it."
I was sitting in front of my computer, I happened to overhear another person proclaiming how unequalled and self-important he is.
I realized I was in no position of power or authority to contradict anyone other then myself.
I'm not an equal.
Therefore, unequalled?
Why is it that if you knew this man (who thinks of himself as being human...) are all unreasonable human beings such as him so convinced of their own humanity itself?
I just answered a question with another question of my own!
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