I have some extrodinary goals.
None of which I consider,
would be considered extrodinary?
That former inhibited self;
that I blamed on my complacency.
Now I trot, gallop in leaps and bounds!
But: fear the whale.
Fear it.
That almighty, whale.
How I whaled uncontrollably at the thought.
The thought terminated.
I exterminated the thought.
Such power.
A propelled intensified emotion.
That I caused such deliberated it of.
I feel not friendly reminded of.
I not feel it is reminded of myself.
But decided as I have.
As wisely.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Brilliant and On
The intercourse of life is communicated,
through thought of the color of wine.
30, 000 requests,
I have made to close the eyes and imagine
such freedom.
I made them all.
I have drilled a well from the hole,
that only I intended.
through thought of the color of wine.
30, 000 requests,
I have made to close the eyes and imagine
such freedom.
I made them all.
I have drilled a well from the hole,
that only I intended.
Covered in Plastic Wrap
In wrapped.
I am in wrapped, of something.
I feel like I have been wrapped of something.
Like a sandwich feels that has feelings,
of wearing a hat.
Like a penis wears a plastic wrap,
wearing' its hat.
But nothing like Dr. Suess.
I am under no personal obligation.
I am under no personal or contractual,
obligations.
To pawn off the ambulances.
Mistaked in thought. . .
intelligible models.
Forms of desired;
material objects.
You, obligated is it?
You, obligated it!
Therefore, obligated by what.Then is the search
for not being obligated.
An obligated (sense), in choice.
An obligated: (sense) in surveillance.
Not to be threatened,
my conscience.
In this non-overheated, bubble.
The principle -
of non-contradicted behavior
- behavior.
Captured -
behaved.
I have not responded with or without
the right.
I have not responded without
my rights.
I have not responded to a possible-clue.
I have however,
responded with my right.
My right to say no.
Not to - not refuse.
As the monster turns its back into being,
like cracked is a lobster-tail
that feeds my human thought.
That allowed the foul odor.
But disallowed is it.
But that is conditioned of.
That it was only priority.
But to fake the same smell,
when pigs fly.
Pigs flied above the smell of foul odor.
I have focused,
upon supply and demand less.
And taked this as the mental note,
of a retained thought.
A thought retained of being focused.
Taken focus of.
Cool whipped, and buttered.
I am in wrapped, of something.
I feel like I have been wrapped of something.
Like a sandwich feels that has feelings,
of wearing a hat.
Like a penis wears a plastic wrap,
wearing' its hat.
But nothing like Dr. Suess.
I am under no personal obligation.
I am under no personal or contractual,
obligations.
To pawn off the ambulances.
Mistaked in thought. . .
intelligible models.
Forms of desired;
material objects.
You, obligated is it?
You, obligated it!
Therefore, obligated by what.Then is the search
for not being obligated.
An obligated (sense), in choice.
An obligated: (sense) in surveillance.
Not to be threatened,
my conscience.
In this non-overheated, bubble.
The principle -
of non-contradicted behavior
- behavior.
Captured -
behaved.
I have not responded with or without
the right.
I have not responded without
my rights.
I have not responded to a possible-clue.
I have however,
responded with my right.
My right to say no.
Not to - not refuse.
As the monster turns its back into being,
like cracked is a lobster-tail
that feeds my human thought.
That allowed the foul odor.
But disallowed is it.
But that is conditioned of.
That it was only priority.
But to fake the same smell,
when pigs fly.
Pigs flied above the smell of foul odor.
I have focused,
upon supply and demand less.
And taked this as the mental note,
of a retained thought.
A thought retained of being focused.
Taken focus of.
Cool whipped, and buttered.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Inflated not stroked of an ego
To straight answer the question you pose, nic, it has probably more to do with taboo of what is hot. I compare it to really wanting to nail a chick and she really wanted to be nailed. She has no strings attached, and wants the job done on the spot without either person being compromised. The girl, of getting to the point she barfed or gaged is rather pointless in that sense. Therefore, it is all part of the act, not that it has anything to do with being hot.
The difference being that there is nothing wrong with associated, consentual partners "making love", because they are in a relationship. The type of relationship that is not as dirty to confuse the purpose of what sexual desire is acted.
No not at all. You should act anonymously as well as synonomously with said girlfriend. In fact, a relationship - any REAL relationship - is made up toward fulfilling the obligation as sexual partner. From that instance, one is in fantasy with the others obligation. You are their to satisfy each others interests, needs and of course the sexual aspect. In reality, if I could mind read, and all females did was signal intercourse was "okay" and wanted me to proceed I would.
The difference being that there is nothing wrong with associated, consentual partners "making love", because they are in a relationship. The type of relationship that is not as dirty to confuse the purpose of what sexual desire is acted.
No not at all. You should act anonymously as well as synonomously with said girlfriend. In fact, a relationship - any REAL relationship - is made up toward fulfilling the obligation as sexual partner. From that instance, one is in fantasy with the others obligation. You are their to satisfy each others interests, needs and of course the sexual aspect. In reality, if I could mind read, and all females did was signal intercourse was "okay" and wanted me to proceed I would.
unreasoning common sense perception
Just sit back and enjoy;
this I can trust!
I'm not going to worry?
But; nevermind -
nevermind:
what is the matter. . .
I have been made into a man.
this I can trust!
I'm not going to worry?
But; nevermind -
nevermind:
what is the matter. . .
I have been made into a man.
The revealed limits of necessity corrected
The limits of necessity; revealed.
Self-seeking behavior?
I nailed the search!
Formed of knowledge. . .
happiness:
and freedom.
Self-seeking behavior?
I nailed the search!
Formed of knowledge. . .
happiness:
and freedom.
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Pinochle: the fatalistic that approached
What I predicted?
The origin of a slave mentality!
That I have become my roots;
in my roots - no fault mine.
I have a belief of what I can form.
There is:
what. . .
I can in moving continued forward.
A buried diamond.
The origin of a slave mentality!
That I have become my roots;
in my roots - no fault mine.
I have a belief of what I can form.
There is:
what. . .
I can in moving continued forward.
A buried diamond.
Not was of which that anticipated
I have not competed against myself,
in my history of thought.
But, in lieu of current events,
I have?
Managed, is the interest of
demonstrated knowledge.
Like, the flight of an airplane.
How do you limit what cannot limit choice?
The same idea!
Perhaps is true. . .
it gathered me to believe in having defeated;
myself.
Therefore:
today ends a mystery.
I afforded the thought,
having exchanged my defeat.
That nothing can defeat, me.
That I expect the best of the worst to happen.
Have I.
I have.
Expected, the most generous thought available.
in my history of thought.
But, in lieu of current events,
I have?
Managed, is the interest of
demonstrated knowledge.
Like, the flight of an airplane.
How do you limit what cannot limit choice?
The same idea!
Perhaps is true. . .
it gathered me to believe in having defeated;
myself.
Therefore:
today ends a mystery.
I afforded the thought,
having exchanged my defeat.
That nothing can defeat, me.
That I expect the best of the worst to happen.
Have I.
I have.
Expected, the most generous thought available.
Monday, March 27, 2006
White Flagged
Red flagged on the nose,
preferably on nights that bears
hug trees.
That philosophical medium.
The character has builded, what?
The cat's "meow"!
My life is not a business. -
Pleaded - to have pleaded no contest.
- To have pleaded no contest:
the law of ideals.
Ideals; without law.
But, if the cat caught your tongue.
Consider the sound of a garbage disposal.
The sound you returned to,
when you bit your tongue.
Ouch.
That hurt.
Like wine drops of courage.
The esoteric of such thought.
Defected, detected of having dreamed it.
I bited.
The pattern of not.
Afforded, and apologized.
I bited.
I bited hard into that apology of thought.
Again, I had bited.
Again, I have bited into the thought of apology.
preferably on nights that bears
hug trees.
That philosophical medium.
The character has builded, what?
The cat's "meow"!
My life is not a business. -
Pleaded - to have pleaded no contest.
- To have pleaded no contest:
the law of ideals.
Ideals; without law.
But, if the cat caught your tongue.
Consider the sound of a garbage disposal.
The sound you returned to,
when you bit your tongue.
Ouch.
That hurt.
Like wine drops of courage.
The esoteric of such thought.
Defected, detected of having dreamed it.
I bited.
The pattern of not.
Afforded, and apologized.
I bited.
I bited hard into that apology of thought.
Again, I had bited.
Again, I have bited into the thought of apology.
Hanged on the thread
"There is a flying paper airplane,
somewhere?
But the specifics are not its destination.
The ufo has not landed!
It is only a paper airplane.
But; I call upon an utilitarian perspective.
Perhaps, one that questions the solutions.
The connected, supported, news:
elitist-culture has yet to be extinct".
somewhere?
But the specifics are not its destination.
The ufo has not landed!
It is only a paper airplane.
But; I call upon an utilitarian perspective.
Perhaps, one that questions the solutions.
The connected, supported, news:
elitist-culture has yet to be extinct".
Thus precisely on the look out
Moby Dick, are you even relevant?
Precisely thus!
I am not interested with,
entering the mouth of a whale.
But I do fancy a Shark tail.
I am awake in the nightmare;
the kind that swarmed. . .
of a pool filled with sharks.
Though:
I need not worry about the flesh.
My flesh is pure as soul.
Running through the woods,
like a forest-animal -
wearing nothing
- but a monsters mask.
I have never seen such a smile,
the kind of owl that sneaks off with
a wolf's prey.
None - characterized by fear I am afraid.
That my Canadian citizenship is honored,
that I scraped and clawed my way
back down the tree branched stem.
Not stripped, of my internal dialogue.
More of a less emotion.
But mystery is not emotion.
$99.99.
A figure eight.
The past left behind for tears.
Most more of a mystery,
less of an emotion.
Precisely thus!
I am not interested with,
entering the mouth of a whale.
But I do fancy a Shark tail.
I am awake in the nightmare;
the kind that swarmed. . .
of a pool filled with sharks.
Though:
I need not worry about the flesh.
My flesh is pure as soul.
Running through the woods,
like a forest-animal -
wearing nothing
- but a monsters mask.
I have never seen such a smile,
the kind of owl that sneaks off with
a wolf's prey.
None - characterized by fear I am afraid.
That my Canadian citizenship is honored,
that I scraped and clawed my way
back down the tree branched stem.
Not stripped, of my internal dialogue.
More of a less emotion.
But mystery is not emotion.
$99.99.
A figure eight.
The past left behind for tears.
Most more of a mystery,
less of an emotion.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
But on not the faked ego unrecognized. . .
There are many spices that I like?
Which or should I say there is only one.
One essential ingredient that I so know of.
Do I bastardize the recipe!
Do, I resignate my superior or inferior cullinary
talents.
Talents -
that add, or reduce.
Reduced;
the quantity.
Added:
only quality.
How, how
- it must feel.
I have no idea what you just thought,
if I believe that nothing can be -
that perfectly articulated.
Which or should I say there is only one.
One essential ingredient that I so know of.
Do I bastardize the recipe!
Do, I resignate my superior or inferior cullinary
talents.
Talents -
that add, or reduce.
Reduced;
the quantity.
Added:
only quality.
How, how
- it must feel.
I have no idea what you just thought,
if I believe that nothing can be -
that perfectly articulated.
When or where resumed
If I pretended to be dreamed about by others?
What sounds could be to hear.
Perhaps that sounded as though,
the to be reminded of such thoughts!
But now; I know what the sound of dreams are. . .
not my own fault.
That in light of my qualities:
I have a vibrant ray.
The quality of light is excellent in my dreams.
My dreams have a sparked together,
been sparked like two stones that ignite upon contact.
And the dreams are such animal-like figures,
with shoes on.
Every shoe is in the dream I dream.
I do not fail to dream,
about the shoes being worn.
That is the purpose, as though to be dreamed
of as shoes are worn.
Shoes worn with a purpose.
Worn with a mentality of the dream-world.
That I do not forget to put my shoes on,
I see them worn in the dream-life.
And after waking up,
before I had the dream.
I have shoes on in bed.
I awake having worn shoes in bed.
Was it what uncharacteristic feelings are made,
wearing shoes to bed.
What was it that required dreams or having dreamed.
I caught up sleep that I missed.
Not over-sized, or super-sized.
I dismissed having been rejected.
I will not be pushed or rushed,
resigned to the thought.
What sounds could be to hear.
Perhaps that sounded as though,
the to be reminded of such thoughts!
But now; I know what the sound of dreams are. . .
not my own fault.
That in light of my qualities:
I have a vibrant ray.
The quality of light is excellent in my dreams.
My dreams have a sparked together,
been sparked like two stones that ignite upon contact.
And the dreams are such animal-like figures,
with shoes on.
Every shoe is in the dream I dream.
I do not fail to dream,
about the shoes being worn.
That is the purpose, as though to be dreamed
of as shoes are worn.
Shoes worn with a purpose.
Worn with a mentality of the dream-world.
That I do not forget to put my shoes on,
I see them worn in the dream-life.
And after waking up,
before I had the dream.
I have shoes on in bed.
I awake having worn shoes in bed.
Was it what uncharacteristic feelings are made,
wearing shoes to bed.
What was it that required dreams or having dreamed.
I caught up sleep that I missed.
Not over-sized, or super-sized.
I dismissed having been rejected.
I will not be pushed or rushed,
resigned to the thought.
On the character being attributed
I do?
If I do sound surprised!
Then, I ma not to be faulted.
But seriously,
I have earned every penny.
It is repeated the thought.
Every time the thought-repeated.
Repeated is the thought.
As I see it is,
the decision;
becomed:
necessary.
If I do sound surprised!
Then, I ma not to be faulted.
But seriously,
I have earned every penny.
It is repeated the thought.
Every time the thought-repeated.
Repeated is the thought.
As I see it is,
the decision;
becomed:
necessary.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
The Cicero Library
The pleasured, valued, of - esthetic
and a trail of wind.
The ethics of origin,
grown beneath a mushroom cloud.
Seen through a revolved door.
and a trail of wind.
The ethics of origin,
grown beneath a mushroom cloud.
Seen through a revolved door.
Condescending Warning: the extremely sad has ended
It is a gong show of pink and blue,
unspeakable acts.
To only have been told not what I want to hear,
but expressed in manners -
that,
- that are only expressed as what is needed.
Dreamy eyed wanderers?
Nose diving ;
not head-first. . .
but: feet first!
These human canon-balls.
Aaron, think about the US. THE US. If the coffee sucks, like it does with Tim Horton's why would they buy it. Second, that translates into nose diving in the market place. That would probably be my prediction, if Tim Horton's expands. The reason the stock market is booming with shares for TH, is the expectation driven that it will somehow expand in the US. It does not work like that. The dreamy-eyed wanders will want big things (think McDonald's). There is no way Tim Horton's will become a McDonald's, but that is the false realization that drives people to purchase shares. It's based on inhibition of a big profit. It will not happen.
I hear you man. I can feel that. The word you get as a person, with someone who is intent on being honest or not is the question you must be faced with. Think about a guy who sells shares, and is he going to tell you what you need to know as a "financial advisor" vs. if you are already convinced with the stock you are interested in investing. If it is the latter part, a stock-broker will only be happy to share your earnings in the chance you make profit. They will only act on what you want to hear. Not necessarily what you need to hear.
Is this thing not over yet? I saw that dick Eric, that everyone despises. The 2 they booted off were right to exploit the guy. He's condescending. The panel of judges are a clown-show. They basically treat Eric in their own self-image, and sell it to the rest of the vj group who all hate Eric for being chauvanistic as he is. Such a gong show.
unspeakable acts.
To only have been told not what I want to hear,
but expressed in manners -
that,
- that are only expressed as what is needed.
Dreamy eyed wanderers?
Nose diving ;
not head-first. . .
but: feet first!
These human canon-balls.
Aaron, think about the US. THE US. If the coffee sucks, like it does with Tim Horton's why would they buy it. Second, that translates into nose diving in the market place. That would probably be my prediction, if Tim Horton's expands. The reason the stock market is booming with shares for TH, is the expectation driven that it will somehow expand in the US. It does not work like that. The dreamy-eyed wanders will want big things (think McDonald's). There is no way Tim Horton's will become a McDonald's, but that is the false realization that drives people to purchase shares. It's based on inhibition of a big profit. It will not happen.
I hear you man. I can feel that. The word you get as a person, with someone who is intent on being honest or not is the question you must be faced with. Think about a guy who sells shares, and is he going to tell you what you need to know as a "financial advisor" vs. if you are already convinced with the stock you are interested in investing. If it is the latter part, a stock-broker will only be happy to share your earnings in the chance you make profit. They will only act on what you want to hear. Not necessarily what you need to hear.
Is this thing not over yet? I saw that dick Eric, that everyone despises. The 2 they booted off were right to exploit the guy. He's condescending. The panel of judges are a clown-show. They basically treat Eric in their own self-image, and sell it to the rest of the vj group who all hate Eric for being chauvanistic as he is. Such a gong show.
Off the record - my eye on you ~ 1.1
Me feet up off the ground, how are we not related?
The good-natured scientist.
A redefined enigma.
Betrayed of anonymity,
nothing to do with the picture!
I have belonged;
and insisted on myself.
Fortified the sense of:
being romanced -
assisted not forfeited.
Amused not accused of.
Assumed not identified as such.
And enigma redifined.
I am recorded.
Reconciled.
The good-natured scientist.
A redefined enigma.
Betrayed of anonymity,
nothing to do with the picture!
I have belonged;
and insisted on myself.
Fortified the sense of:
being romanced -
assisted not forfeited.
Amused not accused of.
Assumed not identified as such.
And enigma redifined.
I am recorded.
Reconciled.
Off the record - my eye is on you ~ 1.0
Not having smiled. . .
things can only keep on positive.
Not positive or heavier?
However, keeped getting more -
and more ;
- positive.
Those are thoughts:
of being imitated,
but not intimidated or feared.
It is intimate -
not me.
Not being like me.
You can try to imitate me?
But not be like me!
You can have approached me,
but not decensitized me.
I have nailed exposure.
But not been exposed.
I am onto you.
I have my eye on you.
I have been keeping my eye on you.
I have my eye on you -
the nature of paradox,
dissected.
All tied up, this humbled anatomy of mine.
Humbled, crumbled
at the thought
competed for.
things can only keep on positive.
Not positive or heavier?
However, keeped getting more -
and more ;
- positive.
Those are thoughts:
of being imitated,
but not intimidated or feared.
It is intimate -
not me.
Not being like me.
You can try to imitate me?
But not be like me!
You can have approached me,
but not decensitized me.
I have nailed exposure.
But not been exposed.
I am onto you.
I have my eye on you.
I have been keeping my eye on you.
I have my eye on you -
the nature of paradox,
dissected.
All tied up, this humbled anatomy of mine.
Humbled, crumbled
at the thought
competed for.
Unwelcomed Mind Dust
I have not faulted but resitricted myself,
on the floor of reason.
Perhaps, I take a chance in the cave of thought.
Where mind meets a world, unknown?
The catalyst;
a worry of doubt.
Then: a-worry-of-fear. . .
before not after!
on the floor of reason.
Perhaps, I take a chance in the cave of thought.
Where mind meets a world, unknown?
The catalyst;
a worry of doubt.
Then: a-worry-of-fear. . .
before not after!
Friday, March 24, 2006
Influenced off the record
There she became something?
She spoke her words,
and from her own.
Not anybody else's thoughts,
but the kite in a sky!
There' I see a kite.
Can I see the kite, she asks.
I have not progressed out of feeling;
perhaps annoyed.
The thought crossed my mind,
not:
that it did.
I lied.
I had to lie about not feeling the same thing,
as she told me.
Therefore, amused I was.
Some time for myself accused.
Some time to have assumed nothing.
She spoke her words,
and from her own.
Not anybody else's thoughts,
but the kite in a sky!
There' I see a kite.
Can I see the kite, she asks.
I have not progressed out of feeling;
perhaps annoyed.
The thought crossed my mind,
not:
that it did.
I lied.
I had to lie about not feeling the same thing,
as she told me.
Therefore, amused I was.
Some time for myself accused.
Some time to have assumed nothing.
Redefined the enigma
I will save the story for now.
Tomorrow will come earlier than expected,
I have thought. . .
since yesterday erased.
Forfeited, assisted, romanced.
I have been lured.
I have portrayed for being aroused?
Anonymity betrayed.
Though off of the record;
my tenacity.
The scientist is good-looking.
A perfect cola.
Such imagined it is.
Have sex with me, states the scientist.
But where the language has more interest.
Not to be impersonated my impression of a thought.
How: are-not-related.
Tomorrow will come earlier than expected,
I have thought. . .
since yesterday erased.
Forfeited, assisted, romanced.
I have been lured.
I have portrayed for being aroused?
Anonymity betrayed.
Though off of the record;
my tenacity.
The scientist is good-looking.
A perfect cola.
Such imagined it is.
Have sex with me, states the scientist.
But where the language has more interest.
Not to be impersonated my impression of a thought.
How: are-not-related.
My: could of sounded have unopened
An artists soul is requiem for a dream. . .
that I am used to seeing.
In the real time.
The eccentricity.
Made of change.
Made of spotlights surrounding the atmosphere?
Made of eccentricity!
Not moved, targeted, believed in.
Only eccentricity of the choices.
Not' of rules;
but:
gypsy-punks experienced.
They experienced the rules of "not",
as in not being.
As in not being as skeptical of others.
But made to be ruled out of their misery.
There, it is opened.
Desired complacency for the intended result of -
a thought.
A thought, believed, targeted, but moved into action.
I am an agent of emotion changed.
Transcended qualities.
I am an agency of emotional change,
and of these qualities transcended.
However though,
I have not been risked to be displaced
- of my emotions.
The vagueness in my eyes for no better
lack of contradiction I know.
That I sensed the emotion called,
passion intensified -
of a unreasoning sense perception.
That I have swam damaged permanently for no reason,
unreasoned.
That I have kicked the habit responsibly avoided.
That I have established these as aesthetics.
All of these things are immune to me.
Fermented in a powered solar center within me.
that I am used to seeing.
In the real time.
The eccentricity.
Made of change.
Made of spotlights surrounding the atmosphere?
Made of eccentricity!
Not moved, targeted, believed in.
Only eccentricity of the choices.
Not' of rules;
but:
gypsy-punks experienced.
They experienced the rules of "not",
as in not being.
As in not being as skeptical of others.
But made to be ruled out of their misery.
There, it is opened.
Desired complacency for the intended result of -
a thought.
A thought, believed, targeted, but moved into action.
I am an agent of emotion changed.
Transcended qualities.
I am an agency of emotional change,
and of these qualities transcended.
However though,
I have not been risked to be displaced
- of my emotions.
The vagueness in my eyes for no better
lack of contradiction I know.
That I sensed the emotion called,
passion intensified -
of a unreasoning sense perception.
That I have swam damaged permanently for no reason,
unreasoned.
That I have kicked the habit responsibly avoided.
That I have established these as aesthetics.
All of these things are immune to me.
Fermented in a powered solar center within me.
Growed
Therefore, we start as we must from
the end. . .
contrary to popular opinion.
Not from the beginning.
However, because I am asked the question;
the conventional understand.
They must be reminded!
The same I have experienced in laws,
quite the opposite of convention?
Not because I am.
But, because I am the double of convention.
That I see:
conditions of human spirit are caused necessary.
A necessary convenience.
One of necessity.
That I bring into being.
On the mother tongue of my native Portuguese
- upringing.
I have been uprooted.
I have springed upward.
I have surged forward.
I have moved downward.
My own conscious efforts have wanted,
to have spared the rights of desires those -
beneath the surface.
My desires are worn outside,
the box of many thoughts.
I have this power of inertia,
deep within my soul.
Where I dwell in a cave having existed.
In great care.
I see the emperor's clothed.
I dream the dream.
I have worn my blood on each sleeve.
I wear the emperor's clothing in dreams.
That I am in fact Portuguese.
I have lived and learned the fight.
I have embraced the light.
I Will the fire.
I Care to want is.
I do it for me.
I have been hostaged.
I have been rescued.
I have been the anatomy of fire,
qualities burned.
I have refused being wasted.
Materially wasted.
Wasted material.
Wasted material quality.
How vulnerable am I, the am.
Mr. Shakespeare.
The am, Shakespeare.
That you are so patronized by me.
Moi.
For no lack of a better term,
having stamped.
Stomped, like crushed grapes
beneath my feet,
the juices flow lucid as in mind.
Becomed such a fine piece of work.
Such it is undefined.
Not' corrupted in the least.
the end. . .
contrary to popular opinion.
Not from the beginning.
However, because I am asked the question;
the conventional understand.
They must be reminded!
The same I have experienced in laws,
quite the opposite of convention?
Not because I am.
But, because I am the double of convention.
That I see:
conditions of human spirit are caused necessary.
A necessary convenience.
One of necessity.
That I bring into being.
On the mother tongue of my native Portuguese
- upringing.
I have been uprooted.
I have springed upward.
I have surged forward.
I have moved downward.
My own conscious efforts have wanted,
to have spared the rights of desires those -
beneath the surface.
My desires are worn outside,
the box of many thoughts.
I have this power of inertia,
deep within my soul.
Where I dwell in a cave having existed.
In great care.
I see the emperor's clothed.
I dream the dream.
I have worn my blood on each sleeve.
I wear the emperor's clothing in dreams.
That I am in fact Portuguese.
I have lived and learned the fight.
I have embraced the light.
I Will the fire.
I Care to want is.
I do it for me.
I have been hostaged.
I have been rescued.
I have been the anatomy of fire,
qualities burned.
I have refused being wasted.
Materially wasted.
Wasted material.
Wasted material quality.
How vulnerable am I, the am.
Mr. Shakespeare.
The am, Shakespeare.
That you are so patronized by me.
Moi.
For no lack of a better term,
having stamped.
Stomped, like crushed grapes
beneath my feet,
the juices flow lucid as in mind.
Becomed such a fine piece of work.
Such it is undefined.
Not' corrupted in the least.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Capitalized
My memory is in fashion.
I looked.
I overcame the obstacle,
to feel in myself. . .
a great light.
A quality of fresh fish from
the safety net.
I smell the sweet ocean mist;
I can taste it - it is the coast.
The tale of a Portuguese
arctic chill.
Magical, fighting-animals:
of prey.
Magically; fought.
Bastardized?!
The midst of a mentality set horizon.
The thought has resulted.
I looked.
I overcame the obstacle,
to feel in myself. . .
a great light.
A quality of fresh fish from
the safety net.
I smell the sweet ocean mist;
I can taste it - it is the coast.
The tale of a Portuguese
arctic chill.
Magical, fighting-animals:
of prey.
Magically; fought.
Bastardized?!
The midst of a mentality set horizon.
The thought has resulted.
The illustration of contingency
The cohesion of one is conducive to a group,
that there are none?
But through this,
there is paradox.
that there are none?
But through this,
there is paradox.
Appraised identity theft
I have identified the killed-beast.
Unknown, is it?
The great appreciation of a rogue.
My qualities.
There is a contingency among the violation,
commited.
I have analyzed the thought.
Reasoned carefully.
I pick myself up a frog from the pond.
Not to touch it, it is in its own habitat.
My Portuguese qualities are many,
like the green I see the frog.
And I want to go back to the pond,
for that is what the frog would be asking me.
He would have asked if he could ask,
I would imagine?
That frog must go back!
The frog will be.
The frog belongs there. . .
in the pond.
Where nothing shall disturb this beautiful creature;
the Pond:
when I promised my friend -
my compassion.
As a frog, the purpose he was found in this pond.
I poured my heart out to him.
And I let him back.
Truly magical.
I have an effect on my own inspiration,
to acknowledge myself.
On the opinion of affection for reptiles.
I have a reputation,
that affects many frogs.
I have no opposition to the freedom
of my companion the kind-frog.
And it is here we gather,
in the sparkled reflection of a pond.
Unknown, is it?
The great appreciation of a rogue.
My qualities.
There is a contingency among the violation,
commited.
I have analyzed the thought.
Reasoned carefully.
I pick myself up a frog from the pond.
Not to touch it, it is in its own habitat.
My Portuguese qualities are many,
like the green I see the frog.
And I want to go back to the pond,
for that is what the frog would be asking me.
He would have asked if he could ask,
I would imagine?
That frog must go back!
The frog will be.
The frog belongs there. . .
in the pond.
Where nothing shall disturb this beautiful creature;
the Pond:
when I promised my friend -
my compassion.
As a frog, the purpose he was found in this pond.
I poured my heart out to him.
And I let him back.
Truly magical.
I have an effect on my own inspiration,
to acknowledge myself.
On the opinion of affection for reptiles.
I have a reputation,
that affects many frogs.
I have no opposition to the freedom
of my companion the kind-frog.
And it is here we gather,
in the sparkled reflection of a pond.
Turned into being
I have not lost the method behind.
I have kept ahead looking back.
And now,
I see with that which I have.
I have viewed the strategy to please
- most of me.
Most of many.
Most of all.
The body ached all over as I do.
Do nothing!?
As I have done;
into hopes:
as I have distanced.
The people that respond to our film is only positive. As far as I'm concerned I thought you could handle the feedback as much I as appreciate it is. We are both pragmatic in our approach, which is the same reason why I stand up for this style of filmmaking. It is break-through and cutting edge. Even if the impression we receive is contrary to popular opinion. People are not used to being exposed to experimental style of filmmaking for viewing. Having said that, you can trust my interpretation for which it stands. I am committed to this project because I am involved. People enjoyed my acting. I enjoy the film avant garde genre. (i.e. film noir) People that have a subjective analysis, are based on the opinion our film has to look and feel like a non-chalant hollywood-esque without pushing any buttons.
I say breaking barriers, is the beauty that holds power, and we should keep demonstrated throughout this project.
Do not let your guard down. I wanted to to get the feedback because the exposure can only equate with something positive.
Did you get all of that. (e.g. "Marco. . ." in your previous response to my e-mail. . . did not inform me if you think the same way I do.)
Like I finished saying already, we are pragmatic and individualistic in the approach because we feel the product of the film is worth it. People like seeing what the film has to offer, I never said anything about catering to an audience.
I want to end this thought by adding I enjoy breaking the norms that this film has showed.
Trust me, I trusted you with this knowledge, now it is our time to have shined!
Your friend,
Marco ~
I have kept ahead looking back.
And now,
I see with that which I have.
I have viewed the strategy to please
- most of me.
Most of many.
Most of all.
The body ached all over as I do.
Do nothing!?
As I have done;
into hopes:
as I have distanced.
The people that respond to our film is only positive. As far as I'm concerned I thought you could handle the feedback as much I as appreciate it is. We are both pragmatic in our approach, which is the same reason why I stand up for this style of filmmaking. It is break-through and cutting edge. Even if the impression we receive is contrary to popular opinion. People are not used to being exposed to experimental style of filmmaking for viewing. Having said that, you can trust my interpretation for which it stands. I am committed to this project because I am involved. People enjoyed my acting. I enjoy the film avant garde genre. (i.e. film noir) People that have a subjective analysis, are based on the opinion our film has to look and feel like a non-chalant hollywood-esque without pushing any buttons.
I say breaking barriers, is the beauty that holds power, and we should keep demonstrated throughout this project.
Do not let your guard down. I wanted to to get the feedback because the exposure can only equate with something positive.
Did you get all of that. (e.g. "Marco. . ." in your previous response to my e-mail. . . did not inform me if you think the same way I do.)
Like I finished saying already, we are pragmatic and individualistic in the approach because we feel the product of the film is worth it. People like seeing what the film has to offer, I never said anything about catering to an audience.
I want to end this thought by adding I enjoy breaking the norms that this film has showed.
Trust me, I trusted you with this knowledge, now it is our time to have shined!
Your friend,
Marco ~
The limits of necessity
I have no idea how to understand you?
I do not know what it is-you-want!
How can I possibly not understand.
The sweat of my true pulse.
It is the kind of joy that laughter brings,
The mennonite said. . .
I once saw a Blind man trip.
I cannot.
I do not understand.
I do not understand you;
you:
tell me.
It is the sweat of my true pulse.
The kind that feels wet on my skin.
When my skin is wet,
it is only because I sweat.
Do you not sweat tears,
or do tears resemble a drip,
dripping,
dripped-
drap-
drop.
Drop of a tear.
Tear drops streaming down my skin,
from the eyes.
And beads of sweat,
from my forehead
moved downward.
Without gravity forced.
But you cannot "force" gravity,
because gravity cannot be "forced".
But I do not understand.
And that is the pain I feel.
Tears or sweat,
do not need gravity.
I do not feel it is necessary, that gravity
does anything.
That is my law.
The law of necessity to reason,
or to reveal what I do -
do not "understand".
It is my life-long journey through
a series of puddles made of tears.
That reflect my image.
The pain most feel if not to understand
something of material nature and necessity.
However, the material objects that compromise -
my being.
I turn to nothing
- as if a paradox has stopped me.
Like nothing gravity can stand against me.
Gravity has stopped not I.
I do not work for gravity.
Gravity works for me.
And the law of gravity revealed this to me.
That when I stop,
it is not gravity that forced me to be stopped.
I thought to myself,
I am Portuguese,
I am what I want.
It is what I am that I want,
everything in the universe to become
as though my head is on FIRE.
And a train wreckage.
An abandoned wooden ship,
wrecked on the shore of knots.
Where I tied several knots,
on an anchor to find my way back home
with the ship I most thought of.
My head on fire,
and my quality.
My qualities that possess greater necessity.
As my sweat is true-pulsed.
Pumped like oil from beneath my loins,
out.
Pumped like the scent of my breath,
hurls forward without rupturing or
tormenting others like myself.
Not tormenting myself like I do normally,
if I forget to think.
The pleasure is to please
- myself.
That sense of belonging in a world,
that I exhibit nature
and exude my confidence with it.
It is my true pulse.
My sweat is like a nature healing inside of me,
waiting patiently to be errupted.
Quiet streams of thought.
Quite something extrodinary to believe.
And I see witness.
My sweat pumps like the blood in my veins.
My sweat is not forced by gravity.
It is I my true pulse.
I do not know what it is-you-want!
How can I possibly not understand.
The sweat of my true pulse.
It is the kind of joy that laughter brings,
The mennonite said. . .
I once saw a Blind man trip.
I cannot.
I do not understand.
I do not understand you;
you:
tell me.
It is the sweat of my true pulse.
The kind that feels wet on my skin.
When my skin is wet,
it is only because I sweat.
Do you not sweat tears,
or do tears resemble a drip,
dripping,
dripped-
drap-
drop.
Drop of a tear.
Tear drops streaming down my skin,
from the eyes.
And beads of sweat,
from my forehead
moved downward.
Without gravity forced.
But you cannot "force" gravity,
because gravity cannot be "forced".
But I do not understand.
And that is the pain I feel.
Tears or sweat,
do not need gravity.
I do not feel it is necessary, that gravity
does anything.
That is my law.
The law of necessity to reason,
or to reveal what I do -
do not "understand".
It is my life-long journey through
a series of puddles made of tears.
That reflect my image.
The pain most feel if not to understand
something of material nature and necessity.
However, the material objects that compromise -
my being.
I turn to nothing
- as if a paradox has stopped me.
Like nothing gravity can stand against me.
Gravity has stopped not I.
I do not work for gravity.
Gravity works for me.
And the law of gravity revealed this to me.
That when I stop,
it is not gravity that forced me to be stopped.
I thought to myself,
I am Portuguese,
I am what I want.
It is what I am that I want,
everything in the universe to become
as though my head is on FIRE.
And a train wreckage.
An abandoned wooden ship,
wrecked on the shore of knots.
Where I tied several knots,
on an anchor to find my way back home
with the ship I most thought of.
My head on fire,
and my quality.
My qualities that possess greater necessity.
As my sweat is true-pulsed.
Pumped like oil from beneath my loins,
out.
Pumped like the scent of my breath,
hurls forward without rupturing or
tormenting others like myself.
Not tormenting myself like I do normally,
if I forget to think.
The pleasure is to please
- myself.
That sense of belonging in a world,
that I exhibit nature
and exude my confidence with it.
It is my true pulse.
My sweat is like a nature healing inside of me,
waiting patiently to be errupted.
Quiet streams of thought.
Quite something extrodinary to believe.
And I see witness.
My sweat pumps like the blood in my veins.
My sweat is not forced by gravity.
It is I my true pulse.
Random non-dated: comments made
He needs to learn about his qualities in order to move on with his personal
life.
The guy is in his retreat. He's human and he's got enough qualities that he can manage but does not know how to. It's happened to me. It has happened to Taylor. We are examples of it being affected. That is what Tim needs to understand. Not that being a shut in is not good for ones humanity. A person that sensitive does not want to be labelled, because it is easy to see the turmoil, which is what affection for a person must heal. Isolation is a mechanism during times like these. There are ways the brain can help to function, in order to prevent further anguish. Cognitive ability that can endorse the state of lonliness, is what happens to need be corrected. The opposite of ones state of mind. People that relapse their judgment do not care. I know from experience, that quickly marching out into the world from a broken heart seems trivial, maybe even superficial because you do not tend to believe the needs of others. If you consider when the mental state is that disillusioned, you cannot simply go out on advice and say, "Get out there, I care about seeing you." Unless you are a great healer.
Honestly. I appreciate whatever response I get, I feel I earn more respect with people's honest reaction. Which is why I appreciate your view especially. I trust your judgment Becky. I do. Furthermore, I for some reason do not feel defensive or dejected. I still like the editing, even though it was the editor's choices.
Well, becky has kept quiet, and she's always nice about not crapping on stuff. So I know she'll be extra careful with my sensitive ego. It's all about damage control. I do not want to promote this as a fromage piece of film, which really puts me in difficult water to tread. Especially when most of the comments surrounding my film have not been reciprocating/appreciative but unwelcomed or negative rather than positive. Therefore, if people liked a movie as bad as (in my personal opinion) The Blairwitch Project? I am justified in saying this, because that was a style of movie unlike this indie type of movie. It's not intended to create problems with even the worst of skeptics. I fear this being a "garbage" movie, means that people are going to like my film because it is so poor to a degree it being recieved with empathy, "the little movie that could" vs. flare "what a neat movie with a authentic story making style."
Just a reminder:Try to remember that the film is about status of the young priest. His loyalty to the church, is symbolic of a generation. This is because he has a demon that appears to the audience resembled corruption. The demon acts as a metaphor to be fought against the censorship. Think about the 3 specific scenes you should watch for in relation the subject matter I'm discussing:
1- The dialogue (improv of amatuers on screen) the young priest (me) is listening to their fears of god. Yet they are not god-fearing individuals, though the audience can see a priest is crossing boundaries that many people would consider innapropriate to be saving such people?
2- The halloween scene: this is where the priest is entering a hallucination of people dressed in masks and this "holiday" might explain how people in the church act. If you can pick out that scene, I'm actually talking to a cross dresser lesbian-type. The demon also arrived at the party.
3- This scene is with the old priest and we're talking about his hat. It's actually a very down to earth scene for the young priest. Probably my best and most favorite of all. The old priest is a traditionalist / antagonist. But I'm there to show him what I care about and the people I've connected with. It's symbolizing the trust I feel for my friends and what I believe in.I really think I did a good acting job in the movie. If people think it's not interesting enough, I can accept that. But my choices were made and I know it's worth the effort.
It's about watching the priest challenging himself. The conflict in the priest is internal as well as external. "Man vs. himself" and "man vs. church." You know you are watching a priest right, tam? Think about his ordeal as he tried to explain his confusion, but he is unable to identify with. The point I am making is that "trying" to explain something if he could. Therefore, if you as the audience see that the priest has crossed certain boundaries. I hope Jen did not have a difficult time seeing through those crucial adaptations. It makes for quite interesting - true-to-life - variety. I thought the parts where the priest is seen talking to his outside circle of friends, the decrepit individuals, the bar scenes with the stripper, the priest dating the stripper. It all leads to his emancipation of performing exorcist rituals adn what it LITERALLY means. The priest conforms to the ideal of leading a life that he must repent for sex, drugs, rock 'n roll. I actually wouldn't change a thing about the movie no matter what the criticism. It's all there.So how did I look?
I like the fact it's not a short or "too-long" for an indie flick. Lots to look at in the movie = not redundant but necessary. The old priest sees what turmoil the younger priest is faced with. The old priest seeing the demon symbolizes the young priest going through his battle to defeat his inner demon.
I especially like the sound track combined with the images. It challenges the conventional norms not associated with dialogue. It really does something if the viewer watches the scenes and believes the music is moving with the reality.
You know what? They were complete amatuers which was so much better. They basically had no experience. They were there to talk about their beliefs in god and it turned into a perfect debate. I was the open-minded priest willing to her them confess. But it definitely worked. I had a great time working out the scenes with their improv.
The editing was not deliberately done in poor taste. I think the story flows based on the style of indie we were going after. We made shots with "amateur-actors" thinking that in the effect of a priest for people in-need of seeking answers. The opposite is happening, because in fact the young priest is also looking for his own answers. It adds to the alienation effects of two parallel worlds, the priest vs. the outside forces acting against him. The priest himself is aware of his place with religion vs. societies view of what the church represents.
No you're right. People will be caught off guard with it, but my hope is in how that style of editing is aimed. It's not meant to catch people off guard, the purpose is to capture what the priest is actually there as if it were you. It's a subjective kind of story-telling, not cut into perfect sequences from one frame to the next. It was all based on the director's vision. (If you watch it through a perspective that the priest is thought of.)
No tam, I like the fact you are the first to watch it. Honest. I like talking like this about it. I do not mind at all. In fact, I'm taking every advantage of the opportunity YOU are giving me. I'm honored it is with you - not only flattered. Honestly. I need to get my side of the ideas out, everyone else is allowed to have thier say. But I need to get my opinion across, so it might help people who haven't seen it perhaps understand. You are a person I can trust I respond to. That way others can read this and imagine beforehand in order to understand the visuals of what I'm talking about. You are not antagonizing me in any way. I only hope people can refer to my comments and base what they expect it on.
No, I haven't. But we shot this in a period of a month Sept - (late) October 2005. We decided, if we were going to do this especially, did we want to have the kind of funding it would be necessary to have professional style and editing? Or - did we want to stay true to an indie flick that wasn't just "a couple of kids screwing around." I hardly feel that we presented a lack-worthy piece of filmmaking. Quite the contrary. It's pure grassroots indie stuff. Not just crap shooting material. In its form I think the quality is good evidence of what indie is. The process we went through is demonstrated in the film itself. Enough worth watching it.
The camera we rented and it is a very good film camera for movies. The best we could get for the small amount of time and money we could afford. We also decided to represent Manitoba artists through the use of editing musical ensemble to tell the story. I think it really worked wonders. Very different.Bands include: The Perpertrators - rythym and blues - we shot a scene with them playing live, there set was so good in the movie. The place was packed and it created a lot of atmosphere. Probably the best footage in the movie. Mood Ruff is hip-hop and very cool. The director has his own spun music as well.
No worries. Mark (the director) has made a perpertrators video. He also made a trailer for the movie. Our next step is doing more edits. Other then that, we want to submit the movie through the right channels and have it seen much. But we really don't know where to go with there.And I can see about a script somewhere if that's what you want to see? Mark has some more ideas for upcoming projects, so I'll mention you as well.
Through watching your video though, as a director, I'd say that your acting
was the best out of everyone. Even the old guy. If I were to make up a short to
direct with you Marco, I'd make you the main character, with narration based on
a big social issue.I saw your talent, but I think it was cut down by parts of
your movie. The editing looked key in the intro but diminished. What program did
you use for the edit?As a professional, I'd say that the beginning really
interested me but I got lost in the first 4-10 minutes. A narration would have
described the artistic vision you've described and might have explained more of
what was going on.
The color orange
The revolution has been made!
Broken shackles?
Let for dead.
Let me be.
I have begun to fulfill,
these high;
here higher. . .
highest:
of expectations.
There is only up or down,
the mountain.
Broken shackles?
Let for dead.
Let me be.
I have begun to fulfill,
these high;
here higher. . .
highest:
of expectations.
There is only up or down,
the mountain.
How to decide
How do you decide,
whether the dream or it
is a nightmare?
That paradox of balding,
or the school burning!
Was it arson or anarchy,
was my head balding or going bald. . .
I know only.
But I did dream.
That I know.
I know only - not.
All I know is I do not have certainty.
All I know is I do have a free will.
All I know is I am limited by necessity.
Those are all metaphors of my real life reality.
That tiny spec of light,
that heals me within.
Within me I can see.
I can see;
I can see a light.
I can see,
a law as I can see it is a law within me.
A law is written that I can see.
A law is written that I can have,
that I can see.
That I can see a law is written within me.
It is the law written for me -
"This law is written for being you."
That I am being in front of,
internal noises,
making sounds the external world cannot
- see
or -
- hear.
That tiny, miniscule, insignificant. . .
margin of error.
There are only mistakes that make room.
The room is filled with being mistaked with reason,
or without.
Only errors are formed.
To be corrected into being.
But some,
forget that.
There are rooms,
that are are rooms built
for margins of error.
That I have not been marginalized,
for my sense of being or belonging.
For I have belonged as a identity,
the law is written inside of me.
More specifically Portuguese I am.
Most Luso-Canadians failed - but me.
But not I have failed.
I understand the light,
that speaks to me in law.
My nature of health demanded.
The law that I can see written inside of me.
From the law that says,
"This is law required that you can see it."
My importance of being observed.
That there,
I can see no omission of my characteristics
all things attributed to me through law -
that I can see me.
I walked.
And walked.
And I walked.
The line.
whether the dream or it
is a nightmare?
That paradox of balding,
or the school burning!
Was it arson or anarchy,
was my head balding or going bald. . .
I know only.
But I did dream.
That I know.
I know only - not.
All I know is I do not have certainty.
All I know is I do have a free will.
All I know is I am limited by necessity.
Those are all metaphors of my real life reality.
That tiny spec of light,
that heals me within.
Within me I can see.
I can see;
I can see a light.
I can see,
a law as I can see it is a law within me.
A law is written that I can see.
A law is written that I can have,
that I can see.
That I can see a law is written within me.
It is the law written for me -
"This law is written for being you."
That I am being in front of,
internal noises,
making sounds the external world cannot
- see
or -
- hear.
That tiny, miniscule, insignificant. . .
margin of error.
There are only mistakes that make room.
The room is filled with being mistaked with reason,
or without.
Only errors are formed.
To be corrected into being.
But some,
forget that.
There are rooms,
that are are rooms built
for margins of error.
That I have not been marginalized,
for my sense of being or belonging.
For I have belonged as a identity,
the law is written inside of me.
More specifically Portuguese I am.
Most Luso-Canadians failed - but me.
But not I have failed.
I understand the light,
that speaks to me in law.
My nature of health demanded.
The law that I can see written inside of me.
From the law that says,
"This is law required that you can see it."
My importance of being observed.
That there,
I can see no omission of my characteristics
all things attributed to me through law -
that I can see me.
I walked.
And walked.
And I walked.
The line.
Added Popcorn Butter
I want to know what I
will be getting,
what will I be getting
myself into?
In return.
That the revealed monothiestic,
has already begun its journey.
To a place of healing,
healing what piece of me I finish. . .
like a masterpiece of art.
That I walk the line,
in the landscape of having dreamed!
That the language of my dreams;
the story of having believed.
That the scenes in time:
have meaning in the exact place
I was born.
Destine to travel in my mothers arms,
and the sweet man my father is.
For I have not lost this in every thought.
The interest of having sticked to my beliefs -
in paradox and in nature.
will be getting,
what will I be getting
myself into?
In return.
That the revealed monothiestic,
has already begun its journey.
To a place of healing,
healing what piece of me I finish. . .
like a masterpiece of art.
That I walk the line,
in the landscape of having dreamed!
That the language of my dreams;
the story of having believed.
That the scenes in time:
have meaning in the exact place
I was born.
Destine to travel in my mothers arms,
and the sweet man my father is.
For I have not lost this in every thought.
The interest of having sticked to my beliefs -
in paradox and in nature.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
My vanity
I used to put my self-deprecating nature
into a headlock.
Now, I just learned
how to let it go -
and accept
myself.
into a headlock.
Now, I just learned
how to let it go -
and accept
myself.
The karma of ideals
An ideal karma?
I am such a pragmatic thinker.
But be forewarned,
it's a gong show out there. . .
of the karma of ideals!
Though some are only blinded;
because of it ineptitude arose:
a great ineptitutde of many.
The nature is of cyclcial paradoxical
enigma.
An enigma of what is paradoxical in its nature.
That there forms a paradox,
the nature of it is recpricated
to the self.
And those of the are blinded,
are immune to cyclical paradox and reason.
Only reason and thought.
The nature of my humanity is very true to life.
The reality of a paradox I reach.
That the nature of my human attributes are real.
And I conform to the ideal of how it exists,
in paradox of mind.
The paradox I found,
is my in being.
My, in being a paradox.
In my being a paradox of wonder
I possess infinite qualities.
Unearthed.
Unearthed, like a worm travels through the soil
beneath the ground surface.
Where it is home to.
The worm that sifts through soil,
and finds a pathway -
homeward it is.
That a paradox is cyclical.
Cyclical in nature.
I am its nature of paradox.
A paradox,
only cyclical in its nature.
I am such a pragmatic thinker.
But be forewarned,
it's a gong show out there. . .
of the karma of ideals!
Though some are only blinded;
because of it ineptitude arose:
a great ineptitutde of many.
The nature is of cyclcial paradoxical
enigma.
An enigma of what is paradoxical in its nature.
That there forms a paradox,
the nature of it is recpricated
to the self.
And those of the are blinded,
are immune to cyclical paradox and reason.
Only reason and thought.
The nature of my humanity is very true to life.
The reality of a paradox I reach.
That the nature of my human attributes are real.
And I conform to the ideal of how it exists,
in paradox of mind.
The paradox I found,
is my in being.
My, in being a paradox.
In my being a paradox of wonder
I possess infinite qualities.
Unearthed.
Unearthed, like a worm travels through the soil
beneath the ground surface.
Where it is home to.
The worm that sifts through soil,
and finds a pathway -
homeward it is.
That a paradox is cyclical.
Cyclical in nature.
I am its nature of paradox.
A paradox,
only cyclical in its nature.
How is that
It is that we can.
We do.
I do think what?
But though dogs are furry creatures,
that sniff the ground.
Imagine the sense of heightened
proportions about!
The smell of an air that appeals to me,
on presumptions of innocence.
That we live to learn the scent.
The popularity of a germ that walks
around issues
to pollute.
I vanished.
I have disappeared into my being.
And outside there are many factors;
which do not involve me.
But they are there:
only to feel nothing.
But the thought.
The thought.
The thought of mystery.
A suspense.
A suspense that triggers my emotional
validity.
There is a popular race to the finish.
More or less than probable.
Much is most possible.
We do.
I do think what?
But though dogs are furry creatures,
that sniff the ground.
Imagine the sense of heightened
proportions about!
The smell of an air that appeals to me,
on presumptions of innocence.
That we live to learn the scent.
The popularity of a germ that walks
around issues
to pollute.
I vanished.
I have disappeared into my being.
And outside there are many factors;
which do not involve me.
But they are there:
only to feel nothing.
But the thought.
The thought.
The thought of mystery.
A suspense.
A suspense that triggers my emotional
validity.
There is a popular race to the finish.
More or less than probable.
Much is most possible.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Chasing Rainbows
I've decided to take a trip,
I'm traveling on a cruise ship
to nowhere.
Besides the fact -
unknown, my accommodations
are in short supply!
But I'll keep in chasing rainbows.
The power of autonomy.
As I grow. . .
might the most of my expense,
be the least of my worries.
Less pragmatic are those others,
chasing rainbows.
In double jeopardy.
I'm talking about it in maps,
maps of history.
Where once colonies formed
into diagrams of destinations.
And I thirst of the search.
The map where rainbows are made?
But I count on luck my luck.
You cannot rule the world as an emperor:
The EMPEROR:
HAS NOTHING.
Yet many want to be that figure
of giving speeches,
without full awareness of what is it.
What is it.
I am telling you,
the truth is at the end of the rainbow.
What is it.
You keep asking me that in thought.
But you lack the capacity for awareness of
- the method.
To dream of rainbows.
To walk the line.
To be aware that you can achieve
redemption.
To be aware
that you can achieve
the best of how-to.
How to,
not to be a skeptic,
of immense desire.
A desire that only thought,
only thought.
That once a thought is formed
is only thought.
That only thought,
is only.
Is only thought.
But until you reach that thought,
of a paradox -
think of rainbows.
The rainbow is your paradox.
That the rainbow is a paradox.
And only thought can reach the rainbows -
there, out in blue skies.
I keep chasing rainbows,
because I know no one else can.
And no one can fake chasing rainbows.
The reality is, once
you realize that others
fake their awareness
that rainbows exist in thought.
They lack the potential to dream.
And it becomes obvious that those
that rather pretend to dream about
chasing rainbows,
are not!
They are those that want rainbows
but make it obvious they have yet to try.
Therefore, they believe nothing
causes them to dream.
The thought is of a consequence,
a fear of chasing rainbows.
Those that fear,
would rather cast shadows,
when it is their own shadows
that cast fear on themselves.
And thus ends the story of chasing rainbows,
because I can remember to remind myself.
That there are those that forget of thought,
a thought the mind can bring.
That if rainbows do exist,
you have to experience yourself trying.
And this it exploits those that refer
to others in mystery.
That if you deny yourself the chance
to dream of rainbows,
you cannot blame others that do.
The mystery of thought is like that.
Very personal.
However, if one reveals nothing but
shame, grief or guilt
because they rather not engage
in mystery.
The mystery of chasing rainbows is lost on them.
Their nature is limited through necessity.
But they cannot blame others for wanting
to see the same rainbow in their dreams.
And as for those that pretend to know
the truth about dreaming of chasing rainbows,
they walk the line.
But those that do dream,
and have dreamed about chasing rainbows,
also know they have been chased.
They are being chased by villains
who are only cowards
for not wanting to chase the rainbows.
They have only wanted recognition,
as though they thought about
chasing opportunities of rainbows.
They act like people who act like
chasing rainbows,
but only want 2 things for the price of one.
Although it is impossible
to want 2 things at the same time.
You can only have one choice.
The decision
to chase rainbows.
As opposed to having claimed you are
in a state of thought to chase rainbows.
The decision is to chase rainbows is the one option
you can choose.
But the other option you cannot.
Therefore, you cannot make both decisions
to happen at the same time.
You can only do one.
Thought vs. decision.
Decision wins every time.
Thought only loses.
But there are those that try to convince,
and are convinced of making both choices.
Those claim they have decided to chase rainbows,
and have thought they did.
But no one in history has the ability to have done both
at the same time,
and said so.
Those are saying they can do,
2 things at the same time are liars.
They have no vision of making only 1
a choice.
I'm traveling on a cruise ship
to nowhere.
Besides the fact -
unknown, my accommodations
are in short supply!
But I'll keep in chasing rainbows.
The power of autonomy.
As I grow. . .
might the most of my expense,
be the least of my worries.
Less pragmatic are those others,
chasing rainbows.
In double jeopardy.
I'm talking about it in maps,
maps of history.
Where once colonies formed
into diagrams of destinations.
And I thirst of the search.
The map where rainbows are made?
But I count on luck my luck.
You cannot rule the world as an emperor:
The EMPEROR:
HAS NOTHING.
Yet many want to be that figure
of giving speeches,
without full awareness of what is it.
What is it.
I am telling you,
the truth is at the end of the rainbow.
What is it.
You keep asking me that in thought.
But you lack the capacity for awareness of
- the method.
To dream of rainbows.
To walk the line.
To be aware that you can achieve
redemption.
To be aware
that you can achieve
the best of how-to.
How to,
not to be a skeptic,
of immense desire.
A desire that only thought,
only thought.
That once a thought is formed
is only thought.
That only thought,
is only.
Is only thought.
But until you reach that thought,
of a paradox -
think of rainbows.
The rainbow is your paradox.
That the rainbow is a paradox.
And only thought can reach the rainbows -
there, out in blue skies.
I keep chasing rainbows,
because I know no one else can.
And no one can fake chasing rainbows.
The reality is, once
you realize that others
fake their awareness
that rainbows exist in thought.
They lack the potential to dream.
And it becomes obvious that those
that rather pretend to dream about
chasing rainbows,
are not!
They are those that want rainbows
but make it obvious they have yet to try.
Therefore, they believe nothing
causes them to dream.
The thought is of a consequence,
a fear of chasing rainbows.
Those that fear,
would rather cast shadows,
when it is their own shadows
that cast fear on themselves.
And thus ends the story of chasing rainbows,
because I can remember to remind myself.
That there are those that forget of thought,
a thought the mind can bring.
That if rainbows do exist,
you have to experience yourself trying.
And this it exploits those that refer
to others in mystery.
That if you deny yourself the chance
to dream of rainbows,
you cannot blame others that do.
The mystery of thought is like that.
Very personal.
However, if one reveals nothing but
shame, grief or guilt
because they rather not engage
in mystery.
The mystery of chasing rainbows is lost on them.
Their nature is limited through necessity.
But they cannot blame others for wanting
to see the same rainbow in their dreams.
And as for those that pretend to know
the truth about dreaming of chasing rainbows,
they walk the line.
But those that do dream,
and have dreamed about chasing rainbows,
also know they have been chased.
They are being chased by villains
who are only cowards
for not wanting to chase the rainbows.
They have only wanted recognition,
as though they thought about
chasing opportunities of rainbows.
They act like people who act like
chasing rainbows,
but only want 2 things for the price of one.
Although it is impossible
to want 2 things at the same time.
You can only have one choice.
The decision
to chase rainbows.
As opposed to having claimed you are
in a state of thought to chase rainbows.
The decision is to chase rainbows is the one option
you can choose.
But the other option you cannot.
Therefore, you cannot make both decisions
to happen at the same time.
You can only do one.
Thought vs. decision.
Decision wins every time.
Thought only loses.
But there are those that try to convince,
and are convinced of making both choices.
Those claim they have decided to chase rainbows,
and have thought they did.
But no one in history has the ability to have done both
at the same time,
and said so.
Those are saying they can do,
2 things at the same time are liars.
They have no vision of making only 1
a choice.
Monday, March 20, 2006
the model of a confessional
The guilt or pain,
I associate nothing without.
But if I were of a tougher skin,
what might I bare me witness?
Thoughts of purity seeking wisdom sought!
Self-knowledge.
Happiness.
Belonging in this world of what it is.
I can attribute the best in such a fine that I pay.
But not to confess,
I am the vessel
of repentence.
Certainly I repent.
I must obey.
That truth of myself matters.
And only I can exhibit the scenery of life.
This freedom of my very own;
very personal:
conscience.
And what if I were not to be allowed,
telling such rabbit tales of old -
lies.
Only lies.
Such contempt in the context of content I find.
That no leader - or melancholy found cured.
The largest of giants.
For the beauty of my soul will never end.
But I can carry the model of an angels wings
- on my back.
For the world to see me drying my tears.
I associate nothing without.
But if I were of a tougher skin,
what might I bare me witness?
Thoughts of purity seeking wisdom sought!
Self-knowledge.
Happiness.
Belonging in this world of what it is.
I can attribute the best in such a fine that I pay.
But not to confess,
I am the vessel
of repentence.
Certainly I repent.
I must obey.
That truth of myself matters.
And only I can exhibit the scenery of life.
This freedom of my very own;
very personal:
conscience.
And what if I were not to be allowed,
telling such rabbit tales of old -
lies.
Only lies.
Such contempt in the context of content I find.
That no leader - or melancholy found cured.
The largest of giants.
For the beauty of my soul will never end.
But I can carry the model of an angels wings
- on my back.
For the world to see me drying my tears.
The noise of art a sound!?
I've regained in confidence that's restored.
That I didn't know.
That recieve my name.
That I didn't know.
That recieve my name.
Nun the prophet
Do you represent the police?
The police of us all!
Yesterday came early.
But tomorrow the change arrives.
But the tomorrow;
will change the face of a particular
psychological nature.
But in translation of convenience.
If you agree with the matters,
of intention: my great invention.
Love, the deaf-leopard.
The interpretation or interaction I give,
does not make me some sort of a leader.
Melancholy. Brutal surroundings.
Is it that sense of instruction,
some form of a melancholy.
The police of us all!
Yesterday came early.
But tomorrow the change arrives.
But the tomorrow;
will change the face of a particular
psychological nature.
But in translation of convenience.
If you agree with the matters,
of intention: my great invention.
Love, the deaf-leopard.
The interpretation or interaction I give,
does not make me some sort of a leader.
Melancholy. Brutal surroundings.
Is it that sense of instruction,
some form of a melancholy.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
Monkey suit
You ever have one of those moments,
when the monster's wrench is placed in the
palm of your hands.
The power of wealth is given to you?
The drive to waste a life filled,
with a flooded engine!
My monkey love.
My monkey love.
My monkey wrench.
Do you ever have that time,
you elapsed into memory. . .
only to recall something that never happened
through thoughts there.
Through thoughts that take you where;
where it ended.
Everything ended.
And all you had as evidence was a oil stain:
on my monkey suit.
And a piece of paper
that read,
"Learning to take back not what
has been stolen."
But god I swear
I saw it move.
when the monster's wrench is placed in the
palm of your hands.
The power of wealth is given to you?
The drive to waste a life filled,
with a flooded engine!
My monkey love.
My monkey love.
My monkey wrench.
Do you ever have that time,
you elapsed into memory. . .
only to recall something that never happened
through thoughts there.
Through thoughts that take you where;
where it ended.
Everything ended.
And all you had as evidence was a oil stain:
on my monkey suit.
And a piece of paper
that read,
"Learning to take back not what
has been stolen."
But god I swear
I saw it move.
Tree houses
I've never considered the thought.
The sight of plain wrinkles,
forming on my aging skin.
I climbed to the top of my tree.
To the top of my tree.
The sight of plain wrinkles,
forming on my aging skin.
I climbed to the top of my tree.
To the top of my tree.
the color of navy
blue.
Quite a color.
But in my mind,
the heart is riddled with .
In a minute,
every minute more.
I am becoming that color.
Truly limp.
Quite a color.
But in my mind,
the heart is riddled with .
In a minute,
every minute more.
I am becoming that color.
Truly limp.
Friday, March 17, 2006
marlon brando
I've been chasing the ghost of Marlon Brando.
This may be somewhat promising,
but the truth?
What happened to that horseman!
He died.
He died.
And I can recall only having been given
a set of secondhand toys.
Age before beauty.
That is the memory.
Second hand antiques.
This may be somewhat promising,
but the truth?
What happened to that horseman!
He died.
He died.
And I can recall only having been given
a set of secondhand toys.
Age before beauty.
That is the memory.
Second hand antiques.
The deviant agreement of being stereotyped
We do not reject each other,
you simply do not reject the same way.
you simply do not reject the same way.
Monday, March 13, 2006
the condescending alphabet
Certainly the hollow images of something,
could only define what caused?
I walked into the darkness of a path
that leads me.
Though through the tunnel
I experienced light.
Only to decieve it - is not darkness I am after.
Only light.
Only light.
Thoughts that inspire me.
could only define what caused?
I walked into the darkness of a path
that leads me.
Though through the tunnel
I experienced light.
Only to decieve it - is not darkness I am after.
Only light.
Only light.
Thoughts that inspire me.
the definition of complacency
There are fewer double standards
- than most of.
"You not know there is no word for - objective -
in the Japanese language."
"Of course there is,
only you do not know it yet?"
- than most of.
"You not know there is no word for - objective -
in the Japanese language."
"Of course there is,
only you do not know it yet?"
Sunday, March 12, 2006
The same purpose
I have a reasonable doubt
like a blur in the corner
of the eye.
The choices of a chinese buffet.
like a blur in the corner
of the eye.
The choices of a chinese buffet.
the allergy for instruction
By no means am I a narcissist?
I only resume to reveal,
that sense of a thread
I possess.
Like threading a needle,
but it is my absence
that required.
Interestingly enough!
Though in conversation:
I had that feeling unknown about.
Though only I was not aware;
that the other person was.
Thye knew I hated - hated studying.
That was my problem in directing the conversation.
I did not become aware of what the problem was.
Through the main idea
that study is something I will not enjoy.
No matter what the circumstances,
I feel indifferent about studying.
So in conclusion
I was doing in conversation
what I rather should be doing
to avoid the objective as a choice.
I was unwilling to admit I did not want -
to study per se.
But when I do study,
I should remind myself
that I can do it well.
Studying is my motivation
- in this conversation.
I only resume to reveal,
that sense of a thread
I possess.
Like threading a needle,
but it is my absence
that required.
Interestingly enough!
Though in conversation:
I had that feeling unknown about.
Though only I was not aware;
that the other person was.
Thye knew I hated - hated studying.
That was my problem in directing the conversation.
I did not become aware of what the problem was.
Through the main idea
that study is something I will not enjoy.
No matter what the circumstances,
I feel indifferent about studying.
So in conclusion
I was doing in conversation
what I rather should be doing
to avoid the objective as a choice.
I was unwilling to admit I did not want -
to study per se.
But when I do study,
I should remind myself
that I can do it well.
Studying is my motivation
- in this conversation.
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
My victim faithhood
QUOTE(mr. smutty @ Mar 7 2006, 03:38 PM)
Can't you just use your
advanced psychoanalysis skills to come to some sort of conclusion? Your so good
at doing it to us, why not Matt?
okay.
Instead of having placed blame on reg, "I know something you don't know."
Imagine my disappointment that Matt's life has on me, I am so disappointed about
not knowing everything about his life. I really have a need to know absolutely
everything there is to know about it. I meant to attack reg about his
conspicuous nature. Now I really hate matt even more, because of that rotten
reg. I had a dream about matt and jenn. Jen was hanging out with matt and I. Jen
is in a blanket. Matt gets up and before he leaves says, "Don't tell anyone."
Clearly, I had a conversation with matt about jen. In the conversation, he tells
me about how insecure jenn feels. I tell matt, she must feel abandoned by him in
some way. That she has an insecure mentality of matt being tested by her
insecurity. She feels this way, because matt hardly pays attention to her
insecurities rather then what she has to offer. Matt lacked apathy toward caring
about jenn the way her insecurity for him reveals. Only matt can't see it, but
everyone that knows jenn sees it. Matt is blind to her insecurity. She is
blinded, and can only get matt to see her through doing something that may cause
him to feel her insecurity. It is a test she does that he can relate to her
insecurity. So she cheats on him, only to test if he will abandon her. If he
fails to fill the void of her insecurity matt is in denial and she is
vulnerable. He fails to not abandon her. She is left being insecure and what she
needs from him.
QUOTE
9 pages of speculation on mg and his wifes marriage.
if this goes to ten i'm deleting it. shameful. Stop prentending man. You have no
clue about how important certain aspects of this conversation actually are to
most other people.
QUOTE(zach @ Mar 7 2006, 06:54 PM)
JESUS RULES! JESUS
RULES! JESUS RULES!
Zach:
did you get tickets to the westend show in the peg.
Who is the one not trying hard enough is the better question. Loop gave me
a question and I answered it as is stated. If you read what I wrote, it makes
sense, because the blanket represents my own insecurities. For some less then
apparant reason, matt brings jenn to me. She is insecure and he doesn't want to
feel it from her. He is an artist and artists will do what it takes to block out
distractions that are caused. I felt this strange sensation toward jenn, like I
loved her for being who she is but her heart is with matt. I found her beauty
because she was wrapped in my "blanket of insecurities." I did not, I repeat did
NOT want to remove the blanket from her even though it was mine. I loved the
fact I could keep her safe from not only matt but from herself. Blankets keep
out the cold. But inward she still feels the hurt. The pain is always deeper
then it is the surface level. Before matt leaves he says, "Don't tell anyone."
Which also interpreted my insecurity. I do not want to shield others from my own
insecurity but I rather be felt sorry for them. That is what matt is telling me.
That is what he knows he's telling jenn. He is not the villain, but in fact she
is it. Reality can become the experience, because I experienced this dream as I
am telling it is. I am chronic for avoiding my emotion and if I rather have
people exhibit feeling sorry about me. It's not as easy as it sounds. Matt
cannot simply shield the defenses jenn masks as insecurity. Matt cannot
compensate for her self image. But if matt tried to let down his guard and
jenn's insecurities more openly is a whole other issue. If they compromise, it
would be something to consider. That is the main problem for the position they
could be facing. If one desires something the other cannot fulfill. I did this
with tanya. She has insecurities I gave her the impression I was willing to move
on from. I want to pursue other things without her. She refused to bail on the
aspect I gave of her. I said she is a lot like her father, and I did not
appreciate the qualities associated with that. In fact, she refused to break up
with me.
I said I want to be felt sorry for, and matt's wife is an image in the
dream. He is trying to tell her that if she wants to be felt sorry for she
should look at myself. The reason being, he sees me as an inferior individual
who cannot accept responsibility for my own insecurities. "See that guy jenn,
that is the face of a guy I don't care feeling sorry for."
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Stranger than reality dictates
I am in perfect company
if I desire more.
But what if I desire less?
Would I still be perfect,
or in less than perfect company!
To find what it is necessary.
if I desire more.
But what if I desire less?
Would I still be perfect,
or in less than perfect company!
To find what it is necessary.
You would think that being called son of god by the rest of those that
chose not to follow him would have thought otherwise. But they did not. Today,
because of the same fact, "omg - you are a liar if you expect us to believe
jesus was the son of god because there is no son of god that could have ever
existed!" or my personal favorite, "wow - you really believe there was this guy
who performed miracles.". Everything that the scriptures reveal is a reform of
religion. Modern day democracies are based upon aristocracy from the time of
revolution Christianity is the model of.
the opposition
I am of the common sense form.
I understand.
And so too does Plato.
He used you Socrates!
To educate us in revealed sense of wisdom.
He knows you are the master of philosophy -
and philosophical inquiry.
That knowledge is what you possess
in order and structure of philosophy.
As a pupil, Plato was able to demonstrate
how to teach the same sense you became?
Socrates.
Can I say but nothing to better my circumstance. . .
what is happiness Socrates.
Tell me.
My doctor says:
you are no better then anyone else.
If you think that way,
you need an attitude adjustment.
You need apathy.
And empathy of your thoughtful self.
Let the light in.
Create your destiny,
and be something like anyone else would.
But not if you think you are inferior -
or superior to others.
I see people dressed as poodles.
I am of the opinion that my own
common sense provides.
I became educated in value.
I possess great value.
Doctor, you are right if I don't -
have a purpose other people will
gain what I deserve,
rather I am better.
Don't look at me like that,
doctor.
You say my girlfriend should be,
a companion unless I can
break the chains.
Only if I see I must act the
same other people allow themselves to.
But my low self esteem,
ridicules my actions.
I must empower myself more.
Most of all.
The forces I have remind me of
charisma to do what I am good at;
what is best for me than others.
But I must do this for me.
I must do what is best for me.
I understand.
And so too does Plato.
He used you Socrates!
To educate us in revealed sense of wisdom.
He knows you are the master of philosophy -
and philosophical inquiry.
That knowledge is what you possess
in order and structure of philosophy.
As a pupil, Plato was able to demonstrate
how to teach the same sense you became?
Socrates.
Can I say but nothing to better my circumstance. . .
what is happiness Socrates.
Tell me.
My doctor says:
you are no better then anyone else.
If you think that way,
you need an attitude adjustment.
You need apathy.
And empathy of your thoughtful self.
Let the light in.
Create your destiny,
and be something like anyone else would.
But not if you think you are inferior -
or superior to others.
I see people dressed as poodles.
I am of the opinion that my own
common sense provides.
I became educated in value.
I possess great value.
Doctor, you are right if I don't -
have a purpose other people will
gain what I deserve,
rather I am better.
Don't look at me like that,
doctor.
You say my girlfriend should be,
a companion unless I can
break the chains.
Only if I see I must act the
same other people allow themselves to.
But my low self esteem,
ridicules my actions.
I must empower myself more.
Most of all.
The forces I have remind me of
charisma to do what I am good at;
what is best for me than others.
But I must do this for me.
I must do what is best for me.
The sense of aporia
Hardly. Basically the star of david essentially represents, "If you are not
a racist you must wear the star of david because everyone else who is a racist
wears a swastika."
Funniest thing really. You'd almost think that before Judaism died was only
because they assasinated a guy who they called the son of god.
No. I am of the opinion he was not a jew. It is widely believed Jesus was a
man that became a scapegoat, only because his beliefs were less thought to be of
the same religion in Judea. That time was the reason followers of Judaism where
the name of Jesus had the perception he chose against the main religion. As
result, the form of anything that was not true to the religion meant those not
in search for god were a false witness. Thus, the non-believers like Jesus whom
did not conform to the philosophy of practicing religion as it was given
challenged those ideas and transformed the influence religion is. Therefore, the
time Jesus was named son of god for his knowledge of practicing Judaism did not
fall into favor with the traditional non-radical views taught. This also
resulted in expelling Jesus's name as the chosen son of god and instead using
Jesus as a scapegoat for Judaism. He who does not follow the scriptures, would
assume it was instinct on Jesus's part that others alotted him as the savior.
That is false. What is true is that Jesus as Christianity's main figure as the
chosen son of god came from the fact, but was not, born from Judaism. Jewish
followers placed the blame on Jesus, and that used Jesus as a scapegoat or
sacrificial lamb in order to preserve their religious right.
After reading that I forget to mention one thing: remember that Judaism
revoked its right as a true religion because they killed a man in the name of
protecting their beliefs. If they had not decided to use Jesus as the scapegoat
then they essentially created Christianity as result, because, "No man is the
son of god we never believed Jesus was the son of god." There present day order
of what was Judaism simply denies they killed Jesus when in reality the claim
Jesus being son-of-god claimed the jews. They made Jesus son-of-god in relief of
his efforts that nothing could be higher or as high as god. Therefore, they
exterminated the problem as their solution. Christianity does not promote these
as facts. However, they are truths entirely based on how it is why Christianity
must be faced.Christians are all jews that only act like christians pretending to be jews. But they whisper the holocaust never happened?
conscious
I have a revealed disposition:
one that answers noble lie.
An effort to make common sense.
My doctor tells me so. . .
my girlfriend believes in me.
I enjoy the fruits of learning.
I am educated in the name of Jesus.
one that answers noble lie.
An effort to make common sense.
My doctor tells me so. . .
my girlfriend believes in me.
I enjoy the fruits of learning.
I am educated in the name of Jesus.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
The mystery of potential
It's all for you said the voice.
It's all for you!
That vision of a narcissist.
One that buraucracy holds true,
the structure of government power
and authority in the name of justice
- for all.
That it's all about you?
That it's all for you!
Sweet lover of mine.
What a plague of racist ideology
I thought could never be.
The sense of truth
of the senses
being.
Potential mystery I have been informed
causes defense mechanisms.
The form of an opinion -
has caused great refuge in my emotion
as of late.
I sound particularly considerate if I
treated the environment as my own.
Like an educated parrot that happily-listens
to the sounds of my voice.
Only to protect my environment
and breath the air.
Like shelter.
Like a language of thought
that renews the senses.
The thought of language
tranlated my belonging.
That if your tongue tastes like it,
a leather synthetic material,
repel those of the opposite sex.
But gender relations are not opposite.
Therefore, if sex is nature then
only relationships are the true ideal.
And once found they are formed into
a reality of choice.
A choice of reality and the power of substance.
A surplus of shared belief.
Unity.
Spirit.
Revealed.
It's all for you!
That vision of a narcissist.
One that buraucracy holds true,
the structure of government power
and authority in the name of justice
- for all.
That it's all about you?
That it's all for you!
Sweet lover of mine.
What a plague of racist ideology
I thought could never be.
The sense of truth
of the senses
being.
Potential mystery I have been informed
causes defense mechanisms.
The form of an opinion -
has caused great refuge in my emotion
as of late.
I sound particularly considerate if I
treated the environment as my own.
Like an educated parrot that happily-listens
to the sounds of my voice.
Only to protect my environment
and breath the air.
Like shelter.
Like a language of thought
that renews the senses.
The thought of language
tranlated my belonging.
That if your tongue tastes like it,
a leather synthetic material,
repel those of the opposite sex.
But gender relations are not opposite.
Therefore, if sex is nature then
only relationships are the true ideal.
And once found they are formed into
a reality of choice.
A choice of reality and the power of substance.
A surplus of shared belief.
Unity.
Spirit.
Revealed.
Crayons upon the subject of complacency
Decency comes in a variety of colors,
external to the sense of marvel.
A sense of. . .
reasoned close encounter.
That for every color on the rainbow
I dreamed about before
I imagine it.
You take a color and make it be something
you thought?
It brings the image to life.
Like in coloring books.
Not a evil government block,
a regime change in pursuit of democratic freedoms.
We have a reserved right of making our own identity
come alive with wonder.
But I do digress the feeling,
I get when looking to some form.
Where I stand on my legs on the ground.
To look cursiously in the direction of substance
and of thoughts.
To remain humble in the exectution of fables
that louder times harbor.
Noises of a large history of events,
that become aware of the surrounding
artifice.
The crayon.
A clown with balloons.
I'm coloring the world with.
external to the sense of marvel.
A sense of. . .
reasoned close encounter.
That for every color on the rainbow
I dreamed about before
I imagine it.
You take a color and make it be something
you thought?
It brings the image to life.
Like in coloring books.
Not a evil government block,
a regime change in pursuit of democratic freedoms.
We have a reserved right of making our own identity
come alive with wonder.
But I do digress the feeling,
I get when looking to some form.
Where I stand on my legs on the ground.
To look cursiously in the direction of substance
and of thoughts.
To remain humble in the exectution of fables
that louder times harbor.
Noises of a large history of events,
that become aware of the surrounding
artifice.
The crayon.
A clown with balloons.
I'm coloring the world with.
I aimed
There was the trigger kept steady like a shot,
about to fire from the assassin.
Victims head.
The target.
Suspense of reason not to pull the pin back.
And POW.
I do have a prejudice of mind.
One that fears anxiety,
over everything that feels. . .
patronized.
about to fire from the assassin.
Victims head.
The target.
Suspense of reason not to pull the pin back.
And POW.
I do have a prejudice of mind.
One that fears anxiety,
over everything that feels. . .
patronized.
The will of desiring of `a will will of of desire
In the comfort - of great admontion.
I see royalty and a elegance.
The loyalty.
To know a construction of the structure.
To interpret a reality of trust,
in interpretations.
The source of trust or
truth in words. . .
in creating the definition.
Desired appetite.
The fact nothing my potential can limit,
limited my potential.
I see royalty and a elegance.
The loyalty.
To know a construction of the structure.
To interpret a reality of trust,
in interpretations.
The source of trust or
truth in words. . .
in creating the definition.
Desired appetite.
The fact nothing my potential can limit,
limited my potential.
The pride of healing revealed
If the counted days of each and every sunset
were to forever delay. . .
I would pass each moment without a whisper.
I could let go of everything,
and not even think about
how - heavy things weigh.
It is letting go.
A letting go of emotion.
A letting free of pride.
The pride of being this I feel.
The healing of pride;
the pride of emotion.
Perhaps its virtue is hidden?
However, I would sit each sunset only
- to pass the days :
to contribute the hours of time passing.
I add the minutes as they pass.
I find myself in the duration
of experience.
Every emotion.
were to forever delay. . .
I would pass each moment without a whisper.
I could let go of everything,
and not even think about
how - heavy things weigh.
It is letting go.
A letting go of emotion.
A letting free of pride.
The pride of being this I feel.
The healing of pride;
the pride of emotion.
Perhaps its virtue is hidden?
However, I would sit each sunset only
- to pass the days :
to contribute the hours of time passing.
I add the minutes as they pass.
I find myself in the duration
of experience.
Every emotion.
Ice time
Throughout the display of vulnerability,
I seek retribution.
That to love is let me be loved.
To cherish the thought.
To be provided with favoring gods will.
I can rejoice in the fact life gives!
The very loving nature of mine.
To talk and become reconciled.
To believe is. . .
nothing of a narcissist-belief.
I have an appetite for wisdom,
which I only desired owned.
What have you dismissed?
A thought hanging on clothes lines,
like finger paintings hang off the
clothes pin attached.
Like thoughts turning into jelly.
Doctor gave me these orders.
The doctor not the blame of it.
I have been loved.
That a priori.
I seek retribution.
That to love is let me be loved.
To cherish the thought.
To be provided with favoring gods will.
I can rejoice in the fact life gives!
The very loving nature of mine.
To talk and become reconciled.
To believe is. . .
nothing of a narcissist-belief.
I have an appetite for wisdom,
which I only desired owned.
What have you dismissed?
A thought hanging on clothes lines,
like finger paintings hang off the
clothes pin attached.
Like thoughts turning into jelly.
Doctor gave me these orders.
The doctor not the blame of it.
I have been loved.
That a priori.
Saturday, March 04, 2006
My invisible reputation
Thought could only be
constructed through
something else then the senses ;
less than habitual in -
action. . .
movement to the senses.
Not only Plato.
Socrates : No, you are racist!
P. Therefore, Q.
If P then R.
Therefore, P.
constructed through
something else then the senses ;
less than habitual in -
action. . .
movement to the senses.
Not only Plato.
Socrates : No, you are racist!
P. Therefore, Q.
If P then R.
Therefore, P.
Timing is flooded
I hereby would like to make this speech -
in the acquisition of knowledge and reality.
My reason for this is a gallery of lies!
Many lies. . .
and this institution of life,
for the lower-plains.
But?
I hear noises of silence.
Silencing the sound.
None of want to be part of your family.
Such a crying shame to sob.
This act of lies upon lies.
I will also like to thank
the salesman.
This salesperson -
gave me happiness.
Ostracized me.
Left me cold and lonely.
Lifeless ordeals of chance.
Necessary for chance.
Not of changing models.
It was their own insolence of choice.
Their own choice of insolence.
in the acquisition of knowledge and reality.
My reason for this is a gallery of lies!
Many lies. . .
and this institution of life,
for the lower-plains.
But?
I hear noises of silence.
Silencing the sound.
None of want to be part of your family.
Such a crying shame to sob.
This act of lies upon lies.
I will also like to thank
the salesman.
This salesperson -
gave me happiness.
Ostracized me.
Left me cold and lonely.
Lifeless ordeals of chance.
Necessary for chance.
Not of changing models.
It was their own insolence of choice.
Their own choice of insolence.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
A principle if = neurosis
Though I offer no excuses.
I always remind myself of failure.
Like a bad dream.
Monsters filling my mind.
It seems as my only worst thought!
That not reasons.
Nor can I escape.
I feel less connected then usual.
Like the horse is a property of my habitual self.
To hear words of praise and in length.
From top to bottom,
how easy. . .
the time gone.
A noble lie:
I am a good person
and a caring individual.
I always remind myself of failure.
Like a bad dream.
Monsters filling my mind.
It seems as my only worst thought!
That not reasons.
Nor can I escape.
I feel less connected then usual.
Like the horse is a property of my habitual self.
To hear words of praise and in length.
From top to bottom,
how easy. . .
the time gone.
A noble lie:
I am a good person
and a caring individual.
Smile correct
And the greatest feeling of all
is the feeling of happiness.
- And the greatest feeling of all
is the feeling of happiness.
And the greatest feeling of all
is the feeling of happiness.
Amazing how I wrote this. . .
each sentence in past / present /
and / future
tense!
is the feeling of happiness.
- And the greatest feeling of all
is the feeling of happiness.
And the greatest feeling of all
is the feeling of happiness.
Amazing how I wrote this. . .
each sentence in past / present /
and / future
tense!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Absorbing it it it is
Stealing to pretend
is the most likely
of material sources
available.
Stealing to pretend,
thereby. . .
is deliberated most.
is the most likely
of material sources
available.
Stealing to pretend,
thereby. . .
is deliberated most.
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