Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Policing

The escorting a moral hijinx?
Of. . . a certain cause!
It is the question,
that a definite -
alturism as my polyester tie
dignifies me in wearing.
I've prolonged this insecurity
of what I appear to have worn;
the clothing no longer serves its purpose.
It is on days that I found myself
truly asking:
where behind the broken-seal
did I not become unbroken.
Be it because the truth of being
sealed -
hasn't lived long enough. . .
to survive.
And if in order to make the best reality possible
weren't true -
I know, I know -
how selfish I've been.
"You have no idea."
I have.
I'll have you know you're a wonderful
human being.
You possess immaterial qualities beneath the surface.
Above all. '
Therefore, take with you desire.
It is the root in all things.

Sunday, January 29, 2006

Mr. terradactyl

The friend of a friend told me so.
You're not ahead of my time.
That social class of dinosaurs.

Saturday, January 28, 2006

Relapse of origin

I possess renunciation.
A kind of reminisence.
Something like reputation or revival.
Repeatedly:
"I'm going to
like you; even if you're
afraid of it. . .
put into another context."
Why?
What is the point!
I want to be a kid again.
But - no.
Me - me - me.
And this habitual order of life.

On the discourse of being

I have gained in becoming an object.
Without structure.
With inconvenience.
And the frozen gardens of time.
Though, thoughts are my words.
These are the words that train my thoughts.

Friday, January 27, 2006

Self depricating frown

Actually.
Yes - I did start on that!
No? - I told you already.
That pure intellect is . . .
true to the senses.
Which may also explain:
how lucky I am to be.
Tell me - how lucky I am,
in case I forget again.
That reasoning is in all -
. . . things being equal.
The key word is: . . . ALL.
I am that defender of good
toward evil.
We run against the current,
you and I.
But-not-everyone-you-like.
And in search of the truth;
for I know I've found it.
My journey into identity.
And when you look.
If you see where my beauty hides,
you'd think a train had collided with
another.
Something is waiting to happen.
Out of nowhere.
From nothing.
I'm most humored.
I carry the torch.

Fighting to the death

Things will be no different if you aren't open to
the thought.
Things that retain a quality.
An indifference.
That cause of death will endure upon nothing,
nothing - that exhibits this quality.
We remain no different if not.

Forgive - to forgive.

Natercia Bastos ~ rip Jan. 27, 2006

Godmother.
Sweeter is nothing.
But my belief,
you put fear against.
You were the fiercest.
And my undying love, affection -
for such.
My beauty is indebted through you.
You will always - ALWAYS
be music to me.

You bring me to life.
You brought me such happiness.

I pray for us - one of our own
heavenly angels.

I love you forever to the end of time.

I love you so much.

Thursday, January 26, 2006

The subjects of intellect ~ devaluing the "value" in everything

When I feel good.
But only when I feel good.
Is great.
That resourceful nature extends
the surfaced face-value.
Is there no such thing as in:
Free-intellectual-meaning.
But - I can't be there with you.
I simply cannot.
I'm bordering.
On the edge of reason.

Guilt by association

I initiated this initiative;
but not without feeling it first.
Through the eyes of an observers
- intellect.
I do rather!
Those glasses did not crack
the frame?
A portrait of my history . . .
to gather information.
It's my experience that is
emotional -
an emotional experience.
Charged emotionally.
Emotively charged from the experience.
Didn't I hear someone say: romantic. . .
or was it even heard.
That I saw myself crying at my own
funeral.
And, personally I was there the only
in attendance.
Because sadly, regretfully - ,
the very words were true.
A respect of admiration,
not pretentious without respect.
As to lead with affection.
Great cultural identity in mind.
My senses perform miracles to the soul.
That greater depth.
I'm very sensitive to likely stories,
that truth has taught.
Permission granted as I think,
- we've lasted.

Signalling Transmission ~ `brave decoration

We are allowed.
To maximize our own potential.
Without which reason enough cannot?
That reality is not really static.
And our civilizations from it.
Transmitting signals. . .
from the environment which we all live.
This is freedom.
Some from of psycho-analsysis;
like-neurosis that wills the prevention
of time.
The prevention of disease.
The allocation of wealth and knowledge.
"Here take money with you. -"
So amazing (in fact;) that it exists. . .
revealing -
how excited the senses are
to get -
a real look' liberal arts.
(Education. . .) provides me.
What my nest of
inhibitions-
that "learning" have
done-for-me.
An arching through [to] knowledge.
A gateway of destruction. (Defending my own
devotion and honor.)
The archetype - thought'
of as something not
emotionally charged.
Secretly - revealed-is-causing.
This nature.

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

bon voyage

Which is the matter.
The direction?
This novelty.
Burning hot, summer days.
That I have not been informed!
Of causality.
Of morality.
Of an unconscious regarded.
Memories.
Not "memory".
As in: memories. . .
- oh - the memories.
A conscious realization.
A mental preperation.

Title Match

If the boxer.
Had not thrown any punches?
What a mistake!
The work ethic of probability.
The act of privilege is perfect.
That my conscious -
in every manner. . .
purposefully,
"the rich" vulnerability.
The boxer.
And a total package,
for a belt.
Imagine how to process
a completely selective arbitrary.
Select the arbitrary.
Randomly selecting reason to
- violently.
Smack the opponent.

Self-sufficient proclimations

What is wanting?
That wanting has had! . . .
- To become the interest.
That "-$" = currency.
Or is it that the product of currency.
Life is dependant on such variables.
That materialist endeavors avow.
Though my life surrenders to it.
I surround the cause that abuse filters
through my sociological imagination.
Because the vacuum we live in -
doesn't create fiction.
My length of time in time.
In time.
In time.
That -$ is a present tense of the numbers.
Quantitative numbers reflect verbs, "economics"
is the word that is used.
Karl Marx.
Is Karl Marx a verb.
I think not -
that thought of "-$"
means that numbers do not exist.
Existing in the mind of "not"
is equal to numbers.
x - y and its variables of language concerning.
"I feel concerned."
`Maybe that could have been
where Marx began his narration.
That his concern for numbers became
an event that recorded something
of a material nature.
Of all things.
This is of all things being equal to it
- a social principle.
Provided that the surface level has
enough to sustain itself.
Rituals of dynamite-leisure,
to consume what is raw.
- A social examination.
- A societal view.
- A societal investigation that culture
exists in numbers.
That the increase of individual wealth
is only muted.
That the social integration of living a human
quality of life is artificial in its properties.
That a condensed version of material wealth
is to evaluate our freedom.
Greed is qualitative.
Numbers are quantitative.
Which has the place finite in [society].
If god removes his mask,
that we shall beg for mercy.
My interpretation of this model
is introspective
but not flawed.
And it illustrates the causes.
The mistake made inside this narration
that marx forgot.
My middle name is social.
A symbolic-interactionism.
I do admire everything that is an
"expression of love"
. . .if that is the case.
Not riding a slippery slope,
of variables.
Or - current conditions like weather.

Determinist conduits

Strategic hamlets in all.
The universe?!
But I'm under no contractual obligations. . .
to submit to the fact.
Though through here I became.
I'm Almeida.
Not anything else.
And this may or may not sound as crazy.

But where did it become positive. . .
that the beginning was true.

Where did you start.

That I can remember some form of probability
became an analysis.

That masks fell off for what they feel,
and how they've revealed everything in the universe.

That god wore his mask creating all.

And when he took off the mask,
the devil became expelled.

Evil resisted the devil itself.

Which good can only savor.

But for those that seek the devil,
like Correia's.

The family unit is uniform like Almeida.

And the story continues to its end.

The ending of time.


That there is truth in probability that's
leaning to the left of right.

My analysis. . . has being.

Persuasions / believability / the inference of causing
what desire is to think.

That I think desire is to think.
To think is desiring the opposite effects.

And no such favor -
I'm an Almeida,
not a Correia.

Almeida's rule the universe.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

The graphic ball

If the whole world were in my hand;
I'd deflate the hot air balloon
that the world travels.
Leveling of threshold -
because the abuse?
That every man-eating flesh upon,
served gratification.
Though you are not a victim
but a survivor!
You are.
Yes, you are.

Monday, January 23, 2006

~ Trusting myself

His doing.
It's all his own.
I've an expression of individuality. . .
the kind of vulnerability that
expresses my empathy.
I find this in different channels
of my energy.
To produce the maximum of which is good?
What is it!
That I think towards the end of time.
A seizure of valuing.

~ mystery desire

There's no such thing as a monster.
However, due to the fact that I exist?
Might the other - not be aware. . .
unchanged!
Nothing can form unchanging,
unless they exist.
Therefore, when suggesting any causality
- list me on the register.
Rollcall my name.
The secrets as they do develop in time
will vanish,
and reappear.

Nothing is unchanging itself.
Therefore, I am.
- I am changed already.

That sensually speaking
my senses that guide me
haven't smelled the taste of
varnish.

I desire the fumes of, `a desire
unknown.

Sunday, January 22, 2006

My accomplished nature ~

The withdrawal. ~
That nothing - nothing,
nor here nor there. . .
has informed me of?
The patterns of some consistency!
Stimulating - that sense of a hypothesis.
What is the cause
for desire.
Desiring the life of accomplishing
such greatness.
A satire.
A satisfaction in this world of knowing.
Opportunity.
Free advantages.
Ambition
Status.
Analysis.
This ignorance of happiness.
I've gone.
Lost.
I'm happy in ignorance to be satisfied.
The element of choices -
a spinning wheel.
It stops -
that detail created.
I spread my wings.
I feel the freezing wind.
Melting in the snow, I'm. . . here again.
The things that I remember I rather not.
I regret forgetting - nothing.
There is no deception in honesty.
Only honesty.

I've plotted the seeds. . .

The abused.
The accused.
The enemies I've created in my minds eye?
That the worry I have to show!
It's written all over me. . .
- in kind words.
~ Though the greater-good.
~ Like how it feels.
~ Such as how I care about my lover,
she is my friend.
And I submit to her beauty.
I subscribe to the lead I've taken.
The withdrawal.
Now ~ the time has arrived.

Friday, January 20, 2006

Testing physical endurance

My true potential.
I generate heat through.
Density ~ destiny.
That specifically I designed,
I learn.
99-100. = x
Do you trust the 'y' variable?
In search of my own.
But I swear I heard something fall-
could sound like. . .
durability -or- pessimism.
The answer is 1!

Self conscious plunging

My self-conscious plunged!
The environment is out of my control. -?-
For everything in its constant state;
informs me.
Natural progression.
I plunge.
Some more. . .
of a physical element.
Of a natural environment.
Of a physical environment.
And - of a physical nature.
In motion.
That truth of chance - not taking
the risk.
That the risk involved.
Involving me.
I reject all sources of conformity.
Instead, my mind I trust can.

symbolic

This intercourse of words lacking
in the part
that empathy has lost. . .
from the beginning
to the end.
I've had this favorite calling
of a lost
sense of self.
One that reached out,
and rose again.
What is it to rise?
What is it that I feel lost!

Thursday, January 19, 2006

The missing square "tri"-angle

From a square be it geometry.
I see figure.
I can identify shapes.
I can exhibit my own self interest.
I am free to decide on what the mind registers.
My - own identity is.
That is?
That is!
A missing angle - unknown.
That not everything can be.
Can it not.
Exist not -
not exist.
The tall - tale of a fallacy.
The logically made up material.
Logic does.

Punishing the madness of fury

I wake up with a fury.
A furry of desire.
Maybe?
Maybe not!
And I moved ahead one last step. . .
after.
Before - the world changed.
What comes after;
the moment I - began to affect outcomes
of a morality.

I offer no excuses.

I can afford to offer - myself.

Some time ago,
when language became
what I become.

That surface of autonomy illustrating
how.
How much effort.
How the idea.
Why the fury.

The - fury.

encouraging to the

Encourage the'.
I feel a developed sense of duty.
That heightened feeling of a duty. . .
only a mans wife and children are observers.
I know the lie?
Neglect! Neglect! Neglect!

My body is impacted of nature fully.
The item of love
of love were an item -
I would cherish the thought.

This empathy of mine.

Neglecting all there is to the eye - I see.
I see - such tired eyes stinging.
Oh stinging eyes of mine. . .
I've neglected the thought.

That physical nature allows me to - to.

To be'.

Be - thoughtful.

Thoughtful thoughts,
thought I.

I; thought.

And the sound of complacency filled this
fear.

A sound that filled my feeling.
- Fear is a thing that is filled with sounds.

Perhaps nothing more than love is greater.
Love is a fear.
Sounding like a space that is empty -
an empty space
that yearns for comforting.
That relies of chance and necessity.
But mostly - fear - is the sound of love.
And only love provides fear of feeling it.
That love fills.
And fulfills. -

True to the emotion.

It's encouraging to me.
Encouraged the.
Encouraged the - I - am.
I am.

Encouraging to the.
Encouraging - to the.
Encouraging to - the.

Encouraging to the.

Faulty Mental Faculty [~]

This' belonging I've obsessed about. . .
no complaint I've created.
The presence for virtue.
Of a - physical necessity?
That I require!
Assets uncovering -
such. . .
such-
valor.
Save' honor.

a tale of the unknown variable ~moral edification

I am a product.
This product has its own label.
Knowing what - do you know about me?
Desire me!
x = "What's for lunch today. . ."
y = "What am I going to do for lunch today. . ."
I yell and I yell,
if you read my lips.
The rest is up to you.
Up to you. -
To think.
Up to you.
Outside the box.
Is Ritual.
What do I' know. . .
about learning.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

-A- candid listener

I am no more of a product to listening;
then when I am listening. . .
When I ask?
-MYSELF!-
Only hunger is my alter-ego,
of choice.
When hunger - stikes.

This consistency of variables [Therefore, 'y']

Determinism ~ x censors y.
Therefore, causal analysis. Is 'x'.
Therefore, sociology or "Free Will" approached.

That search for the truth - a common sense -
a generalizable fictional character.

Perhaps, only logic can demonstrate?
A question, answered!

Wisdom without falling insignificant of shortage.

Flawed Book Report Style

Muffins - muffins - muffins /
muffins - muffins - muffins. . .
muffins!? -

But I confess. . .
I don't feel less connected
to the process of
MONOPOLY.

In all honesty my dear -
analysis.

I refer nothing about you
to me indirectly.

If ever it crossed my
guilty conscious
mind.

You've censored.

x causes y to react/behaving.

I've failed as a chauvinist.

How do I fake an interest;
from the measured distance
of her lovely bright
lip-stick. . .
she's no pretty-cosmetic
just females are ladies. . .
or a man in high-heels.

From what I learned
was - only yesterday -
tomorrow (my voices)
"unsilenced".

compulsive behavior / that buying power holds

I've censored xxx.
Instead?
The stranger voice of reason. . .
I insist upon myself !

the process of forgetting to recieve "[remember the death]"

""
Somehow in between 2 columns of the last row
high above the penalty area.
A judgment awaits. . .
Did you forget to fly;
learning the cause?
That hero's fail!
Yes, hero's do fail.

That skull had a tongue in it
and could sing once,
how the knave jowls it to the ground
as if it were cain's jawbone
that did the first murder. . .
it might be the pate of a politician
which this ass now o'er reaches
one that would circumvent god might
it not. (Shakespeare - Hamlet)

That kind of ignorance only blinded
by faith. -

Dolby surround sound

I AM COMMUNICATING A BIAS.
Stop and think!
HOW AM I COMMUNICATING
THAT YOU MAY
UNDERSTAND?
Buses have not existed in this life;
it's never entered the human conscious. . .
then one day a man in the 21st century
came up with the idea.
To create a vehicle for transportation,
that would commute it's passengers
and limit the amount of conjestion in -
the city areas.

Then - everything changed.

Compatibility: is only measured!

~ Strength?!

Causal analysis / vs.
determinism
. . ./ =
scientific domain.
[Plato's
cave of
inference
and
logic. ]

An indication of infusing variables - indecisions' ~ meaning dictates.

I've become
restricted - myself -
to only perform 2 things
at once.

Of' a surrendering kind -
nature exhibits. . .
through me.

That trust measures
some are most
compatible.

Compatibility: "is only"
measured.

A missing angle? [finite= the absent element]

Only others will fail.

The inference of words. . . ~reasonings~

Truth / meaning / nothing
I can't explain why?
But the universe is filled with!
With coffee that resembles cinnamon,
or sweet brown water. . .
that exudes my amoral captivity.
Genuine light.
Perhaps corrupt.
Maybe - maybe even -
a tad little bit or'
how I hate other people.
But I don't hate other people. -
Because to infer based on an individual
resource
in
our community
would be a contradicition of terms.
Therefore, must we not protect the individual
in a society.
But really, I do, really try hard.
If every thought I ever had came from
a state of becoming vindictive.
My god what a horrid universe.
The facts are:
try not to be scarce
in action
that the life of a traveller
warns you of. . .
unless of course you do things
MATERIAL THINGS
in spite of warmer weather.
Vacationing in the south of France.
How very terribly liberating.
TERRIBLY.
Although much is the same in the universe.
That I've conspired not to be a part of this.
This shattering sound of mother earth.
I presume innocence
in the analysis of chance.
My choice of reference
is causal-analysis.
If ones reference of choice
is
DETERMINISM.
I will battle the ships!!
Har-har.
Ahoy mates.
Welcome aboard my pirate domain,
of scientific marvel
and Plato's
cave
of infamy.
Where egyptians draw symbols
on the walls,
and the animals
are representative of'
dreaming them.
It is a luxury of choice.
Brilliant are the animals.
This universe of ANIMALS.
Not scientific. . .
only logical.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

To achieve - that which is stereotype - be achieved!

"Not everyone's a critic - you know."

A simple inquiry [the surface]

I retraced my steps from the beginning. . .
the line I divided from the source.
Everything was revealed to me
as a personal attack!
But I remained reserved,
calm -
calming the hail storm of dead
desire.
The source of a requirment.
Much more mystery.
Revealing.

Doing the arithmetic

I don't like it!
Demonstrating complacency
on any issue to the
subject?
Every object not to infer- its own doing.
The ideology of doing.

Can I say:
people who "are more likely"
to respond when I say 'hello'. . .
are the ones in a social group,
that are less likely to be depressed.
Can I provide empirical evidence that
may suggest as part of my investigation -
that an experiment is conducive relative to
a basic social phenomena.

And if so,
can I include in factors that describe
what other variables might help
explain why?

An example of this type of experiment
might find research
that provides analysis. Is behavior
triggered in the way certain individuals
function within a group can also be based on?
(i.e. economics, family/marital issues.)

Based on this: would my social
experiment help understand people
in a sociological framework that my study gives.

The underlying factors could also help
understand those other concepts
the study is based on that may become relevant.

Abraham Lincon's philosophy - [an ideology of geometry] -

That the source of purpose;
is a foundation of reason that is
the cause.

Example:

a. /\ = foundation

b. / \ = ?

'B' - is the foundation for - 'A'.
'A' - must combine the element(s-) of 'B'.
Because B is the foundation.
Therefore, A.

When you combine both foundation with '?'
together A - B,
represent a prism or diamond shape.

/-----
\/

It reflects the image of the top/bottom as
though a diamond.


----- (i.e.<>image. . .)


=

/-- DIAMOND (image divides on the middle.)
\/

in depth characterizing ". . .in depth"/\ \/"in depth. . ." schooling in depth

I'm going to fail!
I'm not going to fail.
I'm going to fail?

How is this going to be interpreted. . .
constructed.

What helps shape our understanding
of the subject matter.

Why do we desire such,
learning from experiences.

Can we attribute our beliefs in a culture -
values - where we live,
because telling of a motivation
each motivating factor
creates the existence.

When do you become aware that I
influence the monopoly of life.

How do you define - me.

And if hieroglyphics were such:
a. /\\/
b. /\/
Which would you select?

Do you see the foundation;
that exhibits a parallelogram.

/\\/ - or - /\\/

You may have seen 2 arrows;
one pointing /\ - and - the other
pointing \/.

The truth is a rarity to find.
The truth is a rarity to find.

However, undefined is nature of truth
in each subject - subjectivity - rules.
Choices ARE the companion to seed.
With what education serves.

And the risk involved;
involving. . .
"In depth" characterizing in depth. / In depth schooling "In depth". \/

narrow "minded in" hostage / saving face

The vapours of my energy
. . . like a bullet proof vest.

My unfinished threshold.

I hold myself dear;
but orange peels
are -
elementary.

The stay of execution;
is a - moral prophecy
of words . . .
that Ghandi tells
us?
"Be the change
you want to
see -
in the world!"
And Apples / apples
-crashing-.

Fellow guardians-
we are gathered
here today for our
dearly beloved
Apple / apple. -
"The absent element" -

In the unforgettable;
unmistakable life
of Apple / apple -
we pray.

That gravity took
such a precious
Apple / apple -
that - we -
acknowledge here
today.

Its end.

And we're gathered
here -
today . . .
to bid farewell.

In the company of
Mr. Ghandi's kind
words!!

Do we not complain.
- That any physical
action requires
it's metaphysical
counterpoint.

That we do complain.

That we do -
in honor and
in life.

There is failure of
necessity. -
There is necessity of
failure. -

But through it all -
the skin of
an Apple / apple . . .
such bare flesh.
Ripe as it is raw.

Listening to the inactive
sound of love.

That Eve's crunching
bite; was the devil's
evil thought.

That replaced stories -
like pigeon feeding.

Monday, January 16, 2006

there are different instances -

I can hardly give.
I hate not giving!
Given what?
That the good life;
truly is an experience. . .
fighting chance.

Sunday, January 15, 2006

the fun of a culture

I never have. . .
the luck of anything -
such as trying my luck.
The thinking it takes!
The work involved?
But really, when all is said
-and -
I can relax.
It occurs to me just how lucky
I am feeling
to drive a vehicle.
How once I thought:
"Boy look - look at all I've accomplished
compared to most people who don't drive
a car."
But I hardly wonder that other
kind of stupidity reveals.
People in general hardly consider
that learning to operate a motor
vehicle. . .
has anything to do with success.
And through that, unlucky I've felt
about the sad truth.
A sad truth that nobody -wants.
A sad truth that nobody -cares.
A sad truth that nobody -listens.
Yet desiring to accomplish such a simple
task as driving - obtaining a license -
has nothing secure to ponder of.

4 hours

It's never a good idea to take study.
I make studying a hobby, more.
Not less.
But because I have ADD,
I suppose. . .
I have too many distractions
surrounding me.
I revolve around the universe,
of emotions.
I need the comforting of humanity.
So during this time,
which I discover truth.
Truth is optimal.
And I know, I have a problem!
A problem to solve?

A foundation of [sorts]

I have made the decision that requires;
all to have feelings. . .



To be honest with you - and for me this is not out of character. . . but my reasons for writing this as of now.

I'm giving up on the whole "fantasy" of being a movie star. I'm no longer taking Onalee's acting classes. I'm quite happy with my decision actually.

Really, I know I can be honest with you, because I now have realized the joke of paying for acting classes became for me. I really appreciate being the priest in your film, however.

However, I also believe that I gave myself the best opportunity as anyone else could have thought.

But what I really wanted to say is I feel like James Dean.

Thanks,

Marco




. . .it's nice to hear from you again. I'm glad you had such a nice dream. You're a great girl.

Things are: . . .I'm in uni. I want to finish my BA come the spring. Keeping my options open, you know?

. . . life is too short. Don't worry about "turning away from. . ." me! It was nice to have had the opportunity. It just didn't seem right for you at the time. But dreams do tell you something. I truly believe we had a connection and your dream illustrates that. I'm actually flattered. You show courage in teling me about it, because you can trust me, probably unlike most people you've otherwise had in your circle of life. I truly believe in that.

My life shows a tremendous parallel through journey/ and - a lot has to do with self-worth. I could see that about you as well.

The truth is: when I see distant people from my past (at present-time), this is that it reminds of a place I've become. We're both very idfferent then we used to be, and when we cross paths, there's a connection. Maybe it can't be explained? Maybe it can!? (i.e. be explained. . .)

But that is water under the bridge. It's out of our control what happened in the past (between us as recent acquaintances) or as friends only do from our distant past. The past is always a distant memory. . . yet sometimes it haunts us / if you know what I mean. You can't forget who you are in the process of becoming what you truly are meant to BE. Therefore, don't forget about me. Just remind yourself, I think you're pretty special. Thoughtful. Considerate. A lot of people can remind you of that.

I know in my experience, a lot of people don't understand me. . . that is my own experience. But you, . . ., are a part of that. I was looking for a partner at that time we met. I found one. Her name is Tanya. She's a fair bit younger at 21. I don't mind telling you though.

I guess what I'm trying to explain is a difference we had, that you might not be able to really put a finger on. The honest truth: I was very attracted to be with you physically. I was hoping we could share that and move on. You didn't think the same. I totally respect that. You did nothing wrong. Believe me.

The other side of my expanantion is that I wanted to get to know you. I like the spirit you give off. I still do appreciate how things worked between us as they did. However, obviously things were meant to happen for a reason. I know that the dream you had tells you more than you will ever know. You just need to take the chance.

You are beautiful, attractive, and you can be happy with someone you care enough about. Nothing can validate that for you - but you.

If I could relive that night we shared, I know I do feel good about it without any regrets. You see how that works? If more were to have happened, I'm sure we'd still be friends. I'd have wanted to share the sweat off our bodies. It's only natural. You needed the kind of assurance that's not all I wanted. I thought it's what we both needed. Not just me - physically. I maintain the fact you demonstrate what you feel is appropriate (at that time. . .) wasn't purely physcial but also metaphysical. Things just took a turn without you really knowing how to work it out.

Marco


From: <>To: marco_a__b_almeida@hotmail.com

Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2006 13:09:38 -0600

>I had a dream about you last night.

It could have even been Friday? > I don't really remember it. But somebody was introducing me to >somebody somewhere, and that somebody was you.>>I'm sorry I turned away the way that I did.>>I hope all is well with you.>>Take care,

. . .

afterwards the movies are overrated

My experience travelling through a very less extensive view into the world of acting, can be summarized in much greater detail. . .

However, (not ) impartially-speaking - I can attest to the fact I am an actor trained semi-professionally. Therefore I do have my own opinion of the subject / which only I can offer!

The truth? Is rather short and simple: I simply refuse. I refuse the acknowledgment other actors portray as needy. Actors become much too needy and regretfully, I know how the future would be like for any cost of acting. It wasn't worth the time I'd expend of myself, investing my personal life into something that only smacked of being dishonest; . . .in reality the truth about acting/ being an actor/ or becoming someone involved with the industry is much too fake.

The neediness that comes with the territory. The kind of effort that you're expected to give requires lying to the self in a very inhumane fashion. (That I cannot accept. ) In other words, you have to give of yourself, and be seen not as a person - but as the scapegoat or animal that has no belief system of values. Personally speaking. The space for an actor is alientaed from almost any visibility. Therefore, the needy aspect any actor has in life. To contribute as an actor should have some discipline, some courage, some demostration of being human. . . but it does not. No matter where, or how, acting is not for me.

Why - I wander a lot

He doesn't wonder aloud.
But - one day - I went to Walmart. . .
along the way some-stupid-thing,
crossed my mind
as a train-crossing stopped traffic.
Why do fractions exist, and
if so?
Why, oh why the hell
does algebra!

It is the cause;
the process: of becoming.

now -it is- it's that time for dessert. . .

For something totally unrelated to reason -
I detect a hint of authority!
Sexuality.
What?
Might this not express my own sense. . .
of a tolerating wisdom.
That such windows remain concealed,
closed.
That I've become something entirely
frightened by.
This sense of urgency.

Droppings of coffee sounds
from the machine. . .
of my coffee-maker.
Drip - dripping coffee
all day
-long.

Oh! These jaws of comfort'
of mine. . .
not naive to reason.

The coffee tastes of great - delight.

Saturday, January 14, 2006

A mild obsession

Humanity I wonder?
Humanity.
That I forgot to judge!
I judge.

Recorded [instinctful]

There's a pressure.
That - ultimately the reality
suspends me.
"It's done already."
It's done.

Running for home

If I'm moving ahead with my life, this decision, "- not to pursue acting as a career -" is the right choice for me. I realize now. . . just how ignorant I am to the fantasy of being an actor. It's taken a lot for me to realize - but - it is the choice I've made. Now I look forward. I know this is not a feable excuse to quit for the sake of quitting! Or - worse? Like running away from home.

However, I think that I'm liberating myself in this way -by not entertaining thoughts I'll never really set myself out to accomplish. To have taken myself seriously in order to be accomplished. I just haven't been prepared that I should move somewhere and do whatever acting required of me as a amateur-in-training. Professionally speaking.

I'm hanging in there, putting on a brave face you know? But, I sound like a pro when I say that. . . anyway-s. I guess I'm tired of doing extra work or how the process seems pointless. I need to focus on priorities of my own. The truth is. And, really - really knowing I gave myself the chance. Money definitely became an issue because I spent a small fortune on classes/workshops/pictures weren't worth it. Also, I wasn't prepared to do the things that may have been necesssary for me to continue pursuit of the industry-level. No excuses!!

I like how I tried. I enjoyed myself because of it. That's all that matters to me.

The' candy bowl

The shape of its
"nature-avoiding-conflict"
. . . is not to.

You can't do this to me. . . it's not normal.

Sociology ideals:

social fact x sociological imagination = interpretation

philosophical perspectives:

desire > honor

Innovating the shape of habit - a humanity measuring consequences

I knock myself off -
for a hobbit's door.
This conscious consequence
- of favor.
I'm not that kind of'
a bully.
That bullet: in my hand
to run- run- run . . .
I seed.
Where?
Where's the RAIN!
The rain -
the falling rain drops.

In this area of mine-
gray -the shadows. . .
they illustrate.

To have illustrated nothing!

Nothing that's meaningless -
or -
meaningful in color.

I've been bullied as the victim;
all my life.

As the rain falls.

Thoughtfulness: this takes me seriously.

In strict manner
of a' confidence-
I ask myself:
why not? -Say:
you stole no return of an
"emotional
attachment"
from
me.

My hairy existence
The attributes of fear
I've read the book of
word's and. . .
-and-
the nature of consequence.
- AND -
When is it raining-
-RAINING-
again.

The very meaning of
existence; the existence
of meaning a' desire.

Not what do I to hide behind
misinformed judgments;
afraid that others
might. . .
answers given . . .
commitment level-
much-
too-
low.

These sparked of'
strongest significance are
of' what honor
of' superficiality
of' conversation
of' humanity.

Where has the rain, gone - ! - ?

Friday, January 13, 2006

my example of bad analogies

There has to be some truth
to the rumor;
that set up choices
in making poor generalizations -
or -
face execution!?
Truth to the rumor has it,
that requires explaining. . .
new solutions.
An explanation that new beginnings
are.
Are - to erradicate.

my trophy case

Chess boards . Champions . Future champions ?
All I need. Was a chance to experience it myself.
And I have.

Just remember not to "do as you say" - a bully that provokes bullying. The law itself in effect doesn't answer to the fact: How do you stop a bully?

This is about the Internet in question. I answered based on the truth, that the despondence each response made in our current dialogue has? What IS it? What does this represent?

The reason for this is simple-minded in the context of a World Cup stage. I used it in metaphor, because the world cup is an opportune time that many people congregate and cheer for their teams nationalistically. Therefore, it's symbolic if not ritualisitic in the traditional sense. We're not trying to define what the term symbolism - such as the world cup - exists.

People refuse to cheer for their teams against it. The world cup (think Internet) is a unity. Like rules must follow, any hatred, if any, has happened. . . that the laws are supposed to withstand? There are no laws that can regulate the world cup. (i.e. Internet)

Respecting an argument against these laws that prevent people from expressing their views in my personal opinion, is an exectution of cultural norms.

THIS FOLLOWS:

To be honest I'm inquiring to the truth demonstrating what about the law is protecting individuals.

Back to my [original] argument, it's rather astounding that any American / laws. . . should be based realtively speaking on grounds of (let's say) anti-American sentiment. How far will the law be stretched in the effect of freedom of speech, that all people under the rights fundamental to consitution breeched. I argue the law is a multi-national type of present day ultra conservative ideology.

Do people everywhere outside the USA believe that future people affected by this new Internet (i.e. bullying) law protect? The kind of thoughts that economically funding the justice system to uphold perpetrators/violations this law will incur be worth it.

Think about Canada.

In our lives - in a free country with a consitution, such a law is dogmatic. In light of my personal opinion. . . we have passed laws against child-porn and same-sex marriage. Where on this side of the continent would people go to share such legality. I know that Amsterdam comes to mind. (e.g. hannibus) The US are so far beyond it's technically baseless to compare the rest of the world against US interests. The US automatically says, "Oh don't back us into a corner. You'll be the victims if you do." I'm arguing that there's common sense involved. Which I as a Canadian philosopher provide herein with this argument. Yet, the average American ignorant to values outside their own? That's the wireless revolution working in favor of a majority audience, without the regulation of something important as the Internet.

Finally, to counter your side of my own beliefs on the subject, you began by asking me: about Jess's interest in supporting Portugal. I didn't. Which I can explain as I have already. And to resort to such 'bullying' using the Internet as my example. There are reasonable/responsible individuals who do not need the laws of another unilateral position (think America in Iraq) to make our own voices heard. This is a key thinking type of behavior I suggest makes the US remote to an electronic page. I accuse anyone American that comply's to such nationalistic tendencies to intervene with my own thought process. Which is such you challenged mine in mind, by asking, "Why would Jess cheer for Portugal." Obviously, you're an example of such insecurity on the American obliteration of giving the Internet a black eye.

Sij, you're cheering for Portugal in the world cup this year? Yeah, I'm bullying you. I'm going to beat anyone else up who doesn't too. Even the US. Please. The law is ludicrous to a certain degree that is impervious to factual evidence. The key term is : impervious to factual evidence. Like unicef pointed out that "unintentional" threatened behavior.

X - feels threatened by someone.

Y - chooses NOT to ignore the "bullying" and reciprocates.

I'm sure somehow an a\American consensus would provide this sort of behaving is missed... in one word. Bias. Bias on the internet can form in many different ways, groups wouldn't be a common factor. Take the ib for instance, are we subjected to other points of view that are intruding on another belief of choice. Absolutely not. Therefore, consider the motives of one individual that participates in isolation, without implicating any one person, place or thing. The Internet!!!! How about registering our own vehicles and forget about why accidents happen in society. Are we going to regulate how individuals function based on our opinions over technology. The matter is an ethical one.

a collection of islands

To enjoy what you have in each moment?
What would this be!
In the context of desires.
Palm trees. Toys. Shade. Spare time.
What. . .
Would cinderella be there /
on the island.
Could fantasy be a famine.
That famine ceases.
That food is in abundance.
That humanity has everything you
have to offer it.
How do we understand such knowledge of
islands unknown to man.
Surviving in it.
Unknown to man.
That this mystery of exerting my will
is - such a force - fire cannot extinguish
the, "rain on my parade."

A canadian appetite for approval

A syllogism:

Sociology > .
natural progression > .
Therefore, "systematic-approach."

Humanity in the context of "trap-doors".

Now changes -for-
discovery. . .
Now ideas -for-
challenging.
The search hasn't -
lost its ending.
There's analysis of
a counter-intelligence,
a breaking point or
breakdown of reasons.
My atypical - physiciality;
all this owning of
potential danger'
nature.
Fighting - to find
the cure.
I've done all there
is - setting pylons
around coffee stains.

amoral [cohort]

Yes, my master. . .
I pray to god - only you master.
God.
You like the feeling you get?
You like that!
God.

-in conversation -

God: "You must admit the truth. . ."
You must admit the truth.
God's judge: "I only asked you this because
once you started with us. . . facts ceased to exist."
God: Does this alter your life in any way - ". . .then
guess why it affects others." -It doesn't.
God: "It's about who you know - in heaven -
it's VIP only."
Gods judge: It's not about who you know. . .
it's about WHAT you find out. A table of desires.
If you will divulge me with agreement. That desires
are like consequences. Only consequences are you
consciously aware. And who-are-you? Nothing ever
made rhetorical in any way, effected the way others
think or believe in what they feel. Therefore, let me be
the judge. That you must fear! And I can compare
my logic to yours. That my emotions exist. And for this
you become the fool.
God: That seems fairly rational. You remind me of Socrates,
much like myself. However, I'm the fool.
God's judge: You're much more grascious now, then
when you started. I bring you peace. I give you my respect
and adoration.

YOU FOOL.

God: And I hear you call me that. Now I realize'
mediocre - best.

A personalized essay writer's version'

I'm tax free.
I enjoy tax breaks.
That I interpret,
are sociological-personalities!
In case you were lost in wondering?
That the cause of many
different social interactions. . .
be.
That the cause because it's cursed
- or - that the idea is has no meaning/
defined as knowledge.
Therefore, I'm an addict of personal choice
but wonder aloud.
Exaggerate judgements from a copied - copying -
tilt of emotional upheaval.
Complaints: compliance.

A false dichotomy - or - rituals in behavior

Appeal to the stick - not information. > I call that the bubble gum fallacy /or/ tall tale [fallacies].

Human social interactions are based upon sociological perspectives and do not interfere with human psychological or otherwise biological processes as a norm. We're defining a set of rules for which there are "no-rules". Therefore, the subject of interest as a cause: is sociology. (e.g. the sociological perspective(s) ) / Social-facts / Sociological imagination

I was a pallbearer for my neighbor's funeral. When I was in the church it got me thinking about the diversity of man. I guess there's always been a part of me that wishes we were all the same in that respect. But reality told me something today that wasn't clear. I guess because in light of pizza snacks and cannon shooting circus clowns, deep down inside, diversity is something more extrodinary. you an see this in my blog . . .

This is an example of using my sociological imagination, not in the manner it's interpreted, rather; the basis of my experience as a participant-observer created it.

The theories that express my thinking ARE the rules from which sociology interprets my personal bias and/or making sense of personal experience from beliefs.

Did you ever get that feeling. . .

when you wake up in the morning proud not to be an American. LOL - I guess. I have a spare this morning and I thought about some things from my sociology class that are pertinent to my nationalistic pride. In terms of sociological perspective, I raise each morning with a thought to begin my day. As a student you can't procrastinate enough (I tell you). But the fact of the matter is - I just farted - don't hold your breath - but the defenses that arise in a world of freedom. I interpret freedom in a world I can behave-freely. That's my utmost basic understanding from a sociological standpoint. Be it a pessimistic drive/of/ambition or otherwise superfluous? The world areound you is what navigates us as individuals of which we have no control over! Therefore, I think [therefore I am. . .] in this sense, not as though a martyr, (think Osama Bin Laden) as a cause. What informs my judgment is not based on any form of bias or stereotype. Stereotypically, individuals in society cannot be labelled into conformity or issuing complacency such as in Nazi-Germany when the Jewish "minority" wore the Star of David. It is this kind of a matter, that speaks from individuals lack of individuality or a lack thereof. . . the mentality albeit necessary to communicate language into thoughts. Thoughts into beliefs. Beliefs into prejudice? Our understanding from what took place during the time, of Nazi-Germany, can be put into perspective, in such a manner of speaking that the sociological perspective provides.

I have a sociological imagination - a social fact - that can reveal my own thoughts into ideals of how everday society is historically meant. A social fact allows the basis for my sociological imagination to shape an argument or thesis.

In my past experience, related to sociology. My own bias can reveal many different things. As an opinion on the era Nazi-Germany brought to post-modern society, the idea of prejudice in a form of racism. Hitler was a racist-bigot that promoted hatred against the Jews. (This follows a pattern of inheriting sociological fact into our present day understanding of what-racism shapes the societies we live today.)

Therefore, when we take into account how sociology plays a part in the dynamics of each individual as a whole - this creates an influential property - that sociology can demonstrate the consequences of individuals behavior. Thought not necessarily representing our world-views on different subjects (i.e. specifically individuals in society as a group...). The need for sociology can impact the world in relation to such subjects as the terrorist attacks in the post 9/11 era we live in.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

Terrible

Even if the world;
weren't abducted / ruled
by aliens. . .
we'd be held incapable
of taking things
"seriously."

Skepticism / PANIC!

Cynicism / PANIC!

Unnecessary truth claims

When I'm rational,
my mind.
Trying to accept.
Trying - to accept.
The curtain. . . raise - the curtain!
This time we feel important.
I protected my interesting beach ball in the sand.
MY - my?
What a big beach ball.
Such fun.

An intended purpose. . . (or- to create' awareness.)

According to what-my-sources are not telling me;
god is dead?!
How have I peaked
through the door's small opening. . .
where such images emerge
from beneath the tracks
that lay frozen.

I reject.

Who rejects the word-
of the lord!

"God" - who voices his
concerns / opinions.

God - is - rejected.

My thoughts on this subject
has caused.
(Not animosity.)

But a resurgence of greater-
expectations / interpretations /
and understanding.

Racoons - a galloping army
of them all. - I -
feel such prejudice forwards
-feeling that doesn't matter -
if exists.

I've visited zombies,
beyond hell and back/ . . .
to the graveyard.

How to react' to treat
a woman / as a man/
as a woman.

That everything is
in sight-
plain view-
a remorse for my
shadow in vain.

The consequence is endearing
of nature - as only nature sounds of -
death - death to god -
destruction -
destruction of the kindom of heaven. . .
a true language omitted only by the truth.

Lord have mercy - thank (you) god -
I celebrate - me - mine - my -
own.

In this game of monopoly -
truth or facts -
persuasive / cohersive
. . .power.


My god you do.
- EXISTING

Not choosing to exist.

And I relate - the I -
the I - The I -
to measure my
. . .accountability.

Virtue - my privilege -
(to reason) > about
what I know how
I know.

time is upon rebuilding / itself slowly

I no longer feel insecure
about using my lack of compassion
to illustrate the need for desire;
my own insecurity is a compassion,
because it works only in self defense. . .
as a defense mechanism or to shield
me.

Repetition

I've - seen graffiti -
it means nothing.

-repetition.

That sense of purpose
to fill a void
is the misery of'
a student(s).

These categorical
implications -
of my_knowing
how to learn
are generated/
through knowledge.
An activating edifice.

Revolting - Revolving

Please-
allow me to apologize. ..
no need I worry.

I exhibit love
in my sleep
tonight.

Existing pastimes;
because I feel
like remembering.

Grave vulnerability

There comes a time when the truth
about all reality
is answered.
And amidst the confusion that ensues;
all of this has stated.
Perhaps, it's a lesson of timing
for the sake of argument!
That the place is neither here
nor there?
But instead the location remaining
the same for a brief moment
that each thing has become.
Honor my taste in music.
You wish you were here. . .
that rational ability to think'
how wonderful you might have been
that was I who did.
Not you nor I.
But the third absent element to revive,
this narrative.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Misunderstood Changing Mentalities [Desire!]

The cause;
for integrity.
The faith of something-mystery but is
ignorant to what I know. . .
actually don't in challenging my mysterious nature/.

erotic immunity of a behavior' a philosophy of wisdom / love

Adolescence hardly equates with the desire.
Ni - this is a symbol for intelligence.
Let's play in numbers?
If NI were equal to desire!
Desire.
And if knowledge weren't vulnerable to
outside conflicting forces. . .
then.
Therefore, the nature of all desirability.
x = y
Ni : is the knowledge of oneself.
Therefore, this syllogism represents -
how man loves wisdom
like the pursuit of knowledge.
That each woman is equal to him.
That all things remain the same,
and constantly changing in the
universe.
That motion requires emotionally
balanced individuals -
to feel.
That if I fell in order of the divine creator;
knowledge ceases to exist.
And in the sea
of emotion,
equilibrium
truth / trust / leisure
. . . all is in vain.
If not in vain
nor
biological
or
psychological.

Lovers like lovers only do.
Like only lovers can.

A philosophy of knowledge.

competitive edges

That poignant personality going far?
But how about my own elligibility!
This sounder than sound mentality -
with which I create the sounds.
The noises.
DO YOU READ ME, NOW.
I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR IT.
THIS IS ME LISTENING TO YOU.

Speech - speech

You ARE relevant with your own behavior is such a coincidence.

the autonomy of reason

I possess.
I'm almost gone?
Where!
That tricking of the mind. . .
perhaps straight forward -or-
old fashioned.
But how ineffective of me,
not to see the meaning in lighter
statute of limitations.
STATUTE OF LIMITATIONS
Har-har.
Come aboard my pirate ship.
We'll laugh together.
We're laughing together, friends
and neighbor.

censoring achievments of personal satisfaction

Deadly.
That's the rule.
I'm deadly.
Forced - self conscious.
Sub conscious flavors.
Circus acts.
Prized possessions.
Material wealth.
And I imagined this. . .
misunderstood philosophy?
Deadly!
I forgot language exists.

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Wasting Mentality

Mission Control.
It's harder to judge me.
It's easier to accept - me.
A thesis. . . of new beginnings.
Heightened ambitions.
And a crowd?

A PARADE!
Oh when the saints go marching in.

Hard core logo's.

I've expressed this individuality in many-
levels of experience through actions.

Though action speak louder than words,
most do the talking then do the words I'll
express of.

Though action speak louder than words;
'I' do the words to express myself clearer.

The mind is a wastefield of emotion.

I again- again in gaining the advantage.
This gain' becomes dangerous to everyone
not allowed.

The false dichotomy of reason

A filipino man.
There I was.
I thought to myself.
Now is the time I realize
how far I've come.
That I've developed emotional
intelligence.

My truth is solid.

I'm afraid of' . . .

Ghost.
The ghost.
Because happiness is a choice.
"I want you to like me."
Without great revenge.
- Might you refuse why?
- How come.
And in the finality of this,
may we find us aware.

That you've blinded this heart of mine.

The reality of reasoning with me,
to trust
that you'll learn not to agree.
That we disagree.
Disagree.
To agree.

From the last time I felt insecure about anything
I forget.

I forgot' about the last time I've felt insecure about anything.

I refuse not to like that about me.

Wounded - bitting back the sharks fight!

HONKING EVERYWHERE?
The scene was heinous.
HEINOUS! CRIMES! COMMITED!

But everywhere there was only stillness and
a tread of water
to melt the iron curtain from cooling.

Why is this. . .

Permissible.
Not allowed to behave.
Or - risk of apology.

Though here I am.
And I shine a glowing sparkle.

It flickers in the distance or radiant energy.
An energy that radiates.

And spans the darkness into light.

Igniting.
A fusion of dreams.
Allowing in miracle works.

Men and women,
putting down their weapons
of hate.

The sounds of streets;
I listen.

I'm fond of such beauty in times
of needing
company.

Where stranger things happen
might I be.

We're all innocent in the company
of needing.

guilty conscious of a suspicious mind'

There you took me for a objective reality?
You take me for what!
The next great archeological discovery,
a new tired - very tired - idea.

Monday, January 09, 2006

A tall tale fallacy

Fast approaching victim status;
not' approachable.
That's all:
"empirical truth claims"
Empirical the truth. . .
claims!
Testing knowledge,
verifiable data.

Trial and error?

No comment.

Objective rationality is highly configured.
I've acknowledged everything before my time. -

Freight Train: a dialogue

I'm a bone-crushing
killer;
because I enjoy'
to set my own example. . .
of virtue.
Of boundaries.
(Therefore, "my own" sanity
relies upon this. )
This is, that.
That, performance anxiety I've
commited to memory - performing.
Disguising the discussed omission
of a metaphor -for.
Spicing
-up an awareness'
not complacent to -
an agnostic device.

~ Timaeus

Probability calculus -
"I'm not sure. . . I know (this)."
That inference of knowledge.
This knowledgeability.
I'm not sure.
I'm not sure I know this.
I know-
I know.
Such regurgitated behavior
I'm inclined to
help myself be revealed.
Nor; in spite.

A- desiring behavior (competing interests)

Scientific knowledge I possess.

Or- haven't I confused
with a desiring behavior?
"Desiring behavior."
I possess - a - desiring behavior!

Here comes Mexico-
Here I come.
Ariba-Ariba.

My own: true to form. . .

My interpretations of' ...many different objects in life.

There's more so truth in revelation.
Perhaps divinity or a demiurge.
How about' a scientific purpose?
Or- an angle I found in the scientific landscape
of time.
Scientific meanings!
The change in properties such as,
wisdom.
My wisdom creates.
Knowledge.
I'm the mouse that takes the cheese.
I'm "out here" detinating mousetraps.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

- - -

just a note:

when I use the hyphen '-' I'm seperating the words.
Unless the words need no seperation 'x-x'.
If I use a hyphen; I'm indicating the shift of a subtextual context taking place.
This indicates a new meaning or signals an approach of change in the story. Therefore, 'to change' is in that effect. A hyphen translates as though a sentence emerges "out of nowhere".

the social contract

I'm taking a train wreckage
and putting the wheels
back on its tracks.
Because induction
keeps chewing.
Choo-choo'
shoo-SHOOoo.
And my virtue tastes this sweet.

thresholds of the subconscious mind

I am an individual.
There's been times
-of greater deeds.
-Far greater.
This requires myself.
Not only in the moment!
The moment?
I met someone.
My mother approves of.
Me.
On the silver screen.
Upon request. . .
only involves 1%
of effort.
-
Self esteem.

That as reaching for a handful of stars,
reveals great character.

anchorage

I enjoy Saturdays off.
Would you believe;
that?
You see!
The same I get from you,
you deny.
And then is my turn to shine.
On the brighter side of life.
We've made this together.
I remember nothing.
But you tell me:
I'm not weak.
That I have a soul.
And you shape me.
You help me to realize,
I have to live my life.
You won't feel sorry for me.
You wouldn't accept my self-pity.
And you know - how I can change.

stun me

You are stunning visually.
Visually speaking. . .
you've stunned me.
I'm stunned!
Stunned?
The comedy that follows:
analysis
identity
subject matter
honor
or
interpretation

Friday, January 06, 2006

Australia

There's a rain of fire down under -me.
A thought has struck!
Thunder - look out below. . .
a relapse.
A relapse of purpose.

Certified effort

What can I rationalize - with a ghost.

If not matriarchal' common-sense

Cautious conscious.
Here seriously-
I've given myself permission to allow.
But: "I didn't ask. . . to-be-here."
You are the "absent-element"-
he said I.
I said.
The woman of a mother's,
common-sense!? (WISHES)
Only reptiles fear - the; genesis.
exhilaration / excelling-large
Exhaled / acceleration-slow. . .
slower -
slowly.
So soft. There is.
A breath.
My heart sank in my stomach.
Therefore, then I thought
to myself -
"How, dazzling."
How very dazzling.

Probability Calculus

We have lift off.
Preventing a loss of suspicious behavior.
Watching on a surface level. . .
the earth.
Contaminated?
Poisonous relief!
That the common-sense functioning of desirability,
is an act of privacy.
The food is good to offer me
-and
I accept the truth.
On highest alert.
That few can resist in among the majority.
And I do not pass on judgment-
I take from experience.
I CAN TAKE FROM THIS EXPERIENCE.

"You looked well" ; ". . . Am I' not!?"

Evactuation - plan.
EVACUATE!!
Evacuate where!
Here?
Over here.
. . .
I'm furthest from
distraction,
when
counting-
counting
MONEY.

The chase is on. . .
FUCK-
BUDDY.

That the chase is on, now.
The course of reason dictating itself back to me.

Guys are suck jerks.
YOU JERK.
Every last one of. . .
them.
ARE.
ASSHOLES.

Your eye keeping focused
on
the
ball.

Multi-tasking: in this context of "product information" is challenging. . .

That I exist.

Don't you do too?

Don't we both!

Provided. . .
in course of the facts.

Of course.
-of course.

You do.

And I.

Prevented myself from crying
over spilt coffee.

You look well! - Am I not?

You found the end of. . .
my spout.
This spout of intuition.
I pout.
And I pout frequently.
Over splashing coffee in my mouth;
running through my veins/
stimulating.

Splashing over coffee.
I vomit it all out!
It's all over the floor?
Oh my gawd.
God. -Why.
Why god.
Why god.
Rinse and repeat.
Coffee should taste like mouth wash-
only a lit fuse can burn me out. . .
because of the taste.
But Noooo.
If mouth wash tasted -
just like coffee.
But no "what if" "and's"
-or "but's"
I cried over spilling my coffee.
It splashed all over.
All over me.
ME.
And how embarassing.
I began this narrative:
SPLASHING.

Like a drowning victim in no need
of help -
helping me commit
narrative suicide.

OR

"Suicide by narrative."

The intent always remained the same.

However, this.

Has ended.

Genius is the life; mine's talented

I operate
on a thin line;
between
reason and
chance?
To prevent:
the-risk
of. . .
infection!
That nothing -
nothing
can prevent
me from -
trying.

My dreams are
what represent
NIGHTMARES -
and
meanwhile. . .
I invent.
Inventing.

Fairly-reducting.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Alchemy: "The Loser" I'm . . .not'

Try not to be
terribly - horribly
frustrating
ME.
I walk promiscuously.
As if value;
weren't a form of. . .
knowing.
Knowing knowledge?
knowledgeableness!
About jokes-
no one else
seems to have
heard/
. . .Or
know anything about?!
This the remedy. . .
isn't motivation
an emotional-property,
like diapers
hanging there' on the tree branches.

Everything is Automatic

I did forget -
the. . .
but - I get it.

And the. . .
I based upon.

If not on chance,
then necessity
for my' future.

That I feel spoiled;
in such mild
weather!
What
I control . . .
controls me?
Jealousy -
scared.
This self-conscious
that I'm
relaxed.
/Learning.

I stomach guilt,
of a bird. . .
chirps'
chirp
chirp-ping
diet.

This mind is about
to seed'
a
thought!?

The abstinence

Genesis - become absent.
This hunger -
looked in my direction.
And I've seen that look before. . .
reminding me of
no -
disappointments.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Staying power of a procrastinator

The end of each day. . .
I dream.
Safe in my arms.
The last thought I have.
And I continue to wonder.

Equilibrium vs. Epistomology (A science of mind.)

There are matters of an emotional seperation.
That defense mechanisms show a shadow.
My socks are sweaty!
It's my life and I do feel hostile.
In such environments that defeat the purpose.
“I have put my genius into my life; I have put only my talent into. my work.”-
Oscar Wilde.
And in this verse of poetry,
I claim to state it as fact?
However, in truth or in solidarity,
I threw up my backpack into the wind. . .
and as it came down.
I fell beneath it.
I breathed.
And I breathed some more.
Only to reason abductively.
I'm emotionally starved.

limits of potentially knowledgable vulnerability or intelligence

There's a kindness I offered to have.
The better. . .
the competition -
the less they'll
give a false
impression
of you.

Sugar spice sugar Spice

While faced with
a multitude of
ideals;
a fortitude
of
information. . .
to reject -
all at the
same
time?

You get what you
give As much you put in.

The male
ego -
(but off of its
course. . .)
is not
a
dominant
thing!

Learning is
the consumation
of knowledge;
from William Blake
to Spinoza. . .
and. . .
beyond the borders
of Neo Platonism!

Imagine my own surprise?
(Of how needy you aren't. . .)

That I can;
teach bettering
MYSELF!
(Imagery. . .)
"The Muqaddimah".
Mr. Ibn Kaldun, speaking.

In keeping up with
the material / scientifically.

This act is a privilege.

The feminist discretion - Timeaus

this discreet feminist chauvanism
is a basic tool
for the ego to produce
a relative course
that reality insists,
we call "normal"
the other person.
This discrete nature
is neutral
or is it not?
Arbitrary!
That I'm resolute. . .
so resolute in fact.

Trying to get into
a relationship with/
only myself. . .
though not to blame,
what dismisses the reality
of -
not getting involved
(. . .in)
any
relationship.

How agnostic must one not
be able;
to feel?

This comfort. . .
I've blended with masculinity
and
my educational
self-taught
ineptitude!

On occassion. . . / -

Plato:
what did you agree to?
Perhaps,
critical assessment.

the secret whistle of a dog trainers. . . / -
"trained domestic communicating animal"
. . . / -in communication

detinating the mouse trap / feeling the "burn"

Oh -
the joy of cooking food
is a memorable
process.
I'm in grave danger!
HORRIFIC.
HORRIFYING!
Horrifying danger.

Christmas cookie baking in the winter
solictice.

If I think?
If I thought.
Sad -sad - sad
rituals in behavior.

Practice required anything. . .
-that
anything / requiring practice.

When lying is never
an
option. . .
I feel the
burn.

A theory of contraints. . .
my own!

My own feminist
ego.

This bridge
is
an open
rose.

I am post modern. . .
I'm an existentialist/.
My liberal name is. . .
Marco.

Discharging this faith
however invaluable!

I offer peace of mind;
a piece of truth.

A tear dropped
to the ground
swells the earth
beneath
my feet.

As the body
inflates -
the earth
expands.

"Get into a relationship."
You find?
Unstoppable certainty -
the rule of thumb.
A controlled medium.
A happiness
hitting home.

thefart

.com
the ERUPTION
and just tea
came out all over!

But ironically enough,
so beautiful.

Beautiful.

Letters.

Words.

Turned over into;
a thing of beauty.

And a trivial gesture?

There are these
games. . .
the ego-
I fell off my horse without;
I feel like / fire lit
has burned.

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

NYRes

New Years Resolutions:
To finish school?
To exercise regularly?
To move out?
To get a new job?
Potential = what I expect
of myself.

What I do. . .
expect of
others?

That the ego is -
far more - MORE
delicate? - OR -
Perhaps not. . .
a feminists
approach!

What if - WHAT IF?

I were a poet. . .
and my poetry
made
$$$.

I could see
every emotion
hidden beneath
the surface. . .
people mask
with-a-face.
Because the ego
is
our own.
That we attach
only
to connect,
with another
individual
-my
happiness-
object
of
affection.

And after all this-
(this) time
I've lost. . .
not making myself
HAPPY!?
Happy. . .
-Happy.

If a bridge
exists-
I've come
to it.

The city limits
of Winnipeg. . .
a sky is
overast.

When my mom or dad
don't listen
as I speak. . .
I take it as reminder.
"They won't listen."

That I am "not" polite.
And I do have-
a BRILLIANT
ego. . .
one I'm afraid
to
possess. -OR-
deny.

That people in a
vague generality
keep up appearances
and
become subconsciously unaware
which is rather ironic
because to be subconsciously unaware
is not to be
unconscious of.
Therefore,
in my own world
my singularity is
ten fold
and that of William Blake
the poet.
But in time
I am totally aware
that people whom
are subconsciously unaware
pretend to mask
a well rounded personality.
When in fact;
they're preventing
the obvious from happening. . .
and
in actuality
in REAL TIME -
to pretend
they have developed
an ego.

my mistake - again

It is human nature
to be
drawn in
and
fight.

NO - NO - NO!!!

Never eliminate the
-I-
factor,
I'm the custodian
of a
victim.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

humbleness

I am brave.
But not-a-soldier,
without
a soul.