Out of sight

I have been told of making honest mistakes!
A kind of dead wood that lightning striked;
on impact?
All the less honorable. . .
is to make believe.
Of tall magnificant creatures on two legs -
and a brain for matters.
In each,
each moment.
Vanity
-accompanied me.
How not I will be, upstaged.
Such delinquency of thoughts.
Whereas words formed my opinion,
more than a rational ability.
I transformed the postive recognition,
I received in feeled why.
I devoted this sense of decency to a secret.
My own indifference.
My own identity.
My defects.
My deficiencies.
I detected.
The power of a noble order intentioned.
The hierarchy of this thing we call life
as I know it.
Depression, rules of no revenge.
The depression with an indifference,
is defected of its deficiency.

Adversary

I just arrived home from work!
Given the fact;
my day went entirely as I planned!
The decision to experience lovely thoughts:
how different I've become?
That a chill caused me to want.
I am no culprit to courtesy.

Demiurge

He himself is a crucible;
only for he himself has failed everyman?
He for himself:
before and after!
He of himself -
is nothing to laugh
- about.

Woodstock in conscious

Peanuts cracked?
Like peanuts do!
And I love to read. . .
childrens novels.
I can read (about) many:
different stories.
I am a sensible object;
in offering solution.
I'm in a field of public opinion.
In a world filled with cartoon animals.

29

I am 29. I am officially 'old'. I can't deny it. 10 years since I was 19 years of age and I wonder where the time has gone? You cannot maximize happiness, my happiness, is a choice. It is not only a privilege, it is a right!

My biggest fear to conquer. . . is the nature of my independence. How will I survive financially? I must accept this as my responsibility to succeed. In order to succeed, I must accept this as my responsibility.

From Zero to One

I used to interfere with myself?
A kind of habit that I made only mistakes;
costed me the belief of earning what I deserve!
A false kind of hope in self-defeat.
My depression would sink in,
feeling lost and cornered.
I set mouse traps instead.
SUCCESS IS MINE.

Elvis Presley's Hair-do

I've never felt this "less reluctant". . .
as I do now?

I don't worry over new beginnings!

I don't need attend another university;
as I write these words.

My school is done:
I will not be attending anymore of.

Today, I had a vision of my happiness.

Neared the process of completion

The concept of forgiveness;
not a 'charity',
per se?
The compassion of being forgived:
not made with the act
of an apology!
Ignorance is not a matter of
instant gratification.
First I walked the talk.
Then I talked the walk.
Served a common good of self esteem.
A plate of shattered colors.

Consequences during business hours

The circus is in town;
you can feel 'the buzz'. . .
is in the air?
Difficulty to ride in amusement style!
Wide empty spaces between:
playing with dominos.
Finders keepers,
losers weepers.
In search of instant gratification
an edification of intellect.

Trickery

There's been something in my eyelash;
consisting of. . .
destiny?
Skill:
- and -
Divine intervention!

A depressing thought

The will I smile with!
That nothing I pray?
The thought of a refrained;
uncomforting emptiness. . .
dwells deep within.
It is my will of compassion:
what I do to keep a well trimmed
slim body.

August Night

There's something about the way it smells outside;
this late evening.
It must be summer in Winnipeg!
Yes, that is the familiar scent?
It's this time in August.
In the center of gravity:
as I take it all away.
The dragon's tears.
A band of gypsies.
Push up after push up.

Returned and recovered

My assets?
I have a few!
I get praise for selling my ideas;
without an attitude.
The sign:
- of letting go.
Silence is golden.
Over a matter of annoyance -
I trusted.
Censored.
Missed it.

Today is a good day. . .

My grandparents have now celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary. It is a wonderful achievement! I spoke with my grandmother, and she loved my girlfriend in the picture we had sent. I feel lucky to be with Tanya, because she makes me happy. Tanya and I would like to visit my grandmother in 2007.

Swirling Meal Tickets

Take cover,
but do not despair.
This too will pass.

Effexor

Some nightmares.
Nausea.
Mood (fears).

These are symptoms of the anti-depressant I am taking.

There's a thin line between danger and deception being on the medication? However, all my actions are about consequences not cirmustances due to the drug itself.

The side-effects are my mood swings (signs of depression/anxiety etc.), nightmares that repeat on and on, and dizziness from the nausea if I fail to take the medication through an extended period.

The chemical imbalance (since I am unable to somehow "naturally" produce) makes me depressed?

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This week, I bought a pair of Blue Bomber tickets for the next home game in Winnipeg against the Toronto Argonauts. The game is next week, 2 days before my birthday. It's become a tradition of sorts, because the Bomber's have played around the same time my birthday is. The first football game I ever attended was with my father. My dad and I went for my birthday, and we played the Edmonton Eskimos. The Bomber's won the game.

My job at Safeway has been good.

I loved the Honda Civic I saw in the showroom today!

My current situation

I need to start looking for another job. I'm beginning to lose faith in myself. I know that my parents already don't trust what it is I am doing with my life.

1 - since sitting in Dr. Gordon's office this week my life has changed.
2 - my parents are extremely upset with me.

Unfriendly

You only hurt yourself.
With that kind of attitude.
You only hurt yourself.
Mr. Big Shot. . .
artist.
A kind of mystery,
the kind you nicely curse of.

The cat's fortune

There is a strange type of coincidence;
when I travel to rescue the scared cat
from a tree top. -
In respect:
- to the assets I've covered.
I sell my ideas?
Void of a shark tank below!
My story of human sacrifice.

Disciplined self conscious

I am beginning to wonder if the real me - is for real or not.
My best friend.
I have never loved a persons
body
- as much as hers.
Her name is, Tanya.

Counting

Last night I apologized
to my parents for how
I've behaved
the previous-night
we argued.
I have not had a promising
past 24 hours.

For every 2 bad bricks
there are 998 good ones.

I don't know where to begin.

Perfectly Dreamed

I've dedicated;
I've plotted:
I've deserved. . .
an ethical pride!
I've porked out
on my ethnicity,
concerned for my
happiness in noodles?
A sloppy unorganized baby-sitter.
A license to steal.
A boss no one can be recognized as.
I'm an expert in weight loss-prevention.

Award me with peaches

Put me back together;
- crawled the spider?
Nuts and honey: -
CRUNCH!

Safe in amnesty

From the distance have I learned?
I am weak with revenge.
I regretted, it.
Everything such is love is my skilled act;
of an apology.
Everything such is love!
That the person feeled, me.
That is I.
That is my mistake.
That I mistaked me for:
the act of an apology.
The apology of an act gone through its revenge.
I've gone through the amnesty:
of a moral self regard.
An intention without immoral or unethical grounds. . .
for reasoning.
I reverted my intention to a duty.
An introspected part of both introvertion and extrovertions.
I investigated things,
not uncharacteristic of my own virtue.
I needed to change.
Not, just the change in me.

Tattoo Artist

Fire is a symbol.
The thought that crossed my mind.
A story of survival;
across a lake onto the island of great elk.
In Manitoba where bears roam?
Black Bears:
- From Winnipeg! -
Like footprints in the sand trailed. . .
Grand Beach, MB.
Where Surfer Girls dream BIG dreams.
A vast lake.
A parable followed,
between a moral high-jinx and a moral high-
ground.
Walked on water.
Modelled a potion of perfect position,
like a saluted statue.
The kind invoked with its mouth wide open.
You are somebody
else once you've
reached the status
of myth or legend.
Speedos for Jesus.
Jesus for Speedos.
Whatever was said, it needed
to be addressed nicely and without
the isolation.

Crosswords of a neurosis

In this land of time!
Between paradise and wonder;
I am honest:
with myself.
About?
I've no doubts in my mind,
like a paper weight.
That, I've exceeded. . .
everything in life.

Modern Day Extrovert

My introvertion has been blinded.
Let it go. . .
don't speak!
My shoes are now yours?
Mr. Thought of mine.
The best prediction against defense
is an outer body experience.

Form, the prejudice. . . A sombrero

The courtesy of shame is no usual
resignation from desire or one's intellect?
The inferior dissapearing act -
of discrimination, gone!
In lonely abandon.
A mosiac of grapes
unchracteristic of a
melting pot.
To suffer the pain of humiliation
not hurt in agony of defeat;
like swimming in splash of chlorine.
I'll turn the Titanic around,
as I sample in the
bakery.
My eaten cherries frozen, sliced.
I take a break from the law:
except on holidays,
naturally.
On hot summer days in August.
What do I allow myself
to be,
cried common sense asking me.

Chocolate and fries for the rent money.
My life-works are tropically imported.

Hostility not in music

- A delicious choice over small talk!
Spare tires that swing from tree tops? -
I've seen it all before;
. . . but not:
peace in bribery.
I'm indecisive.
I preferred to have remained
anonymous in pink rays of sunlight.
Synonymous with the veil of tender loving flesh.
Painted my skin, like a striped zebra.
A nice suntanned body.
An ignorant desperation,
like a concealed weapon made
like a drum beat.
That, I existed in no conservative effort.
Everything, put behind me
without a very - very - very
expensive can opener.

Skull Faced

I'd kill for a
sense of humor. . .
The biology of
conspiracy, feared?
What I said had -
almost nothing to do
- without you.
That this is what my life
would be like taking
no sympathy from you!
Don't speak; and letting go.
Things appeared as naturally:
not as they are.
Stupidty or sense of humor,
desperate in rational compassion.

Well, maybe not how generous

I'm trying to make sense of my situation with my new job. I wasn't sure what to expect? However, I can express some of my thoughts. How generous of me. Why generous?

I ask myself the same thing:

What do other people that work with me really expect?
- I suppose I can anticipate the need to work is not a reflection of how generous of those that are there already.
- Generosity is not a common factor displayed, "Oh thanks for working so hard."
- Everyone I work with is immune to several of these factors. I am no exception.

There are no rules. . . only I don't speak of the (or 'if' any. . .) generosity or a lack thereof.

Undisputed Heavyweight

The lazy state of emergency:
A victory full of nasty-drama.
The 'champ' is. . .
designed.
I've trained;
- in making decisions
best. -

Complained

I thought the mystery was over?
But, wrong I was!
How can you help;
fit together a bigger piece of the puzzle. . .
into a bigger picture.
If we do again:
good things happen.
I see everything you can.

Bite sized coffee

double standards
double edge swords
I use them both when making predictions,
come true.

Made in the future

The story of one's intimate nature is doubted beyond. . .
until something transforms:
how soft?
Why tender flakes of gold glittered in such thoughts;
like the dust.
From just cheap-talk.
I was once an oxen that became a wooly mammoth.
The only difference being,
that one is extinct -
and
- the other is blind.

All the names

My name;
is not 'Attitude'.
I am simply:
proving to be worth proving it!
Provided, that you embrace that I have. . .
changed?
That I would fight for every dollar,
inch-by-inch-by-inch.
I am more capable than nothing it provides me.
We're all on the same team.
I do agree with,
the timing of a less important situation.
Given the thought of many past and present events,
like the developing parts of a woman's anatomy.
Or -
the enemy that makes difficult choices more difficult. -
I have been through a lot,
tasks not extreme.
Something like its worn shoes before a long walk on the beach.
A nest of birds feeding, a flock.

Vanity

Joy is happiness from the mother's womb.
Stakes raised high.
Act, the enemy done in poor taste.

"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit." (Aristotle, 384 - 322 BC)

Armed and dangerous

Transporting a crooked plant!
Though to me: it seems vulnerable.
Like shucking corn?
A dream world filled with happiness;
the day started out like any other day.