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 ~

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The noise of art a sound!?

I've regained in confidence that's restored.
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.

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.

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 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.

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.

The deviant agreement of being stereotyped

We do not reject each other,
you simply do not reject the same way.

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.

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?"

The same purpose

I have a reasonable doubt
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.

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."

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

Reviving the senses

There is a great nemesis among the day
knowledge
beware.
Such tranquility of mind.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

A mind once stretched by a new idea never regains its original dimension.

Absorbing it it it is

Stealing to pretend
is the most likely
of material sources
available.
Stealing to pretend,
thereby. . .
is deliberated most.

sense of purpose

Sometimes people are bitch-niggaz--and make you feel guilty about making
your own decisions.
Its like their playing on emotions instead of getting
down to business. You don't want to be in that class because
you don't want
to be like every other flake-ass actor.

Sometimes I don't
know why I feel mad about something....but its so often because I'm
playing
into other peoples plans instead of my own. I can totally see how you are
frustrated about the bullshit.
All I can say is that your name is first, and
I will try to make this film benefit you any way I can.
And not Onalee,Actra,
the Film Police,or anyone else can do shit about that.

And
dude...I'm so exited to show you what I have now...about 250 new little edits
and adjustments, fancy fade-in
effects on the names...and some newly handled
sound effects.

Mark

The vulagarity of disposition

In the reality of time in education on the Internet.
The greatest of all things are typical of language.
The Internet is a great tool of resource.
For learning.
And I have yet to make the decision
if vulgar use of language translates as well?
In univeristy the vulgar use of language is not accepted.
The reason for all things that sense vulgarity purposely reveals.
That reason is what desire happens most of all!
It is reason that is the cause of my senses.
I desire nothing that reveals my vulgarity.

The elitist model of converging self identity - vanity - and culture

I can only limit myself to extreme levels of thought.

thanks for dropping in. . . I love the indie vibe I get from this movie.

A couple of notes:
The progression of time you use the
purp's. That's a good strategy to follow. It suggests that the
priest is entering another world. To the audience the dimension of a blues
bar with the band playing is excellent progression of time or continuity of
action. The images I get are of an audience seeing a different side of
what the priest is like as a person. Which I get the idea of. What
else is good is the footage you have mixed with the music. Everything
should click through the editing, if only pieced together properly.
I think
leaving Onalee's clas is the best thing I have ever done. I do not intend
to miss it AT ALL.

I love the work you are producing.
I like the Intro A LOT.
Marco ~

I'm glad you see that as well. I'm thrilled about it. But I especially like the fact you know, how "defined" the character is in words. Its totally true. I can see the continuity of action like I hadn't understood it entirely from seeing the footage before. I mean I knew it was there, but every time I see it, the character has also changed! It's pretty awesome man.

~ Marco

I guess you already had the knowledge, about what I think of Onalee. The reason I left is because I felt her class was a fraud. I thank you again, for believing in my talent and wanting me to succeed. I honestly am gracious.

My expression of gratitude is more of appreciation that I've removed myself from her class.

I suppose the affiliations I can forget are no longer necessary. The film itself has actors from her class, like Terry, or Miss. Pudavick. I still regret Jeremy taking action as he did - with regard to working on this project using actra as a scapegoat. But in reality, Onalee is only banking on us not for our own success but because its money in her pocket! She essentially is running a support group without any real benefit to us as actors. I refused to pay her anything $$$. That is the truth.

I feel obliged to let you know where I stand for the sake and integrity of an myself as a person. The acting standpoint is of exhibiting truth and I feel none of the actors that participated have a sense of vision on this project. I want to ensure you of that, I make my every effort to avoid conflict without associating myself with the other Onalee-actors in the film. This means I do not wish to have my name be one of Onalee's students. She basically did nothing for me. And the rest of the actors in the film are not of my interest whatsoever.

I guess I needed to say this not only of myself, but for you to realize the delicate procedure you risk taking in plight of your movie. It is of my own will to determine why the project is important to me as an individual. You gave me this opportunity as a gift that I received and I'm simply reacting to it as such. However, my belief is straight-forward and enjoyed sharing my talent together with you admirably. Therefore, take this not as bittersweet but a token of value and respect that is completed in naming how I feel the things I do. Furthermore, its importance of a indie-movie makes me proud to be a part of.

In conclusion, what I want for you to understand is that freedom you need - I also wish to have rubber stamped on your film. It helps open my eyes to a whole new world of concept. Something, I feel Onalee took us for granted and does not justify my role played in your film. I identify with the film unique to the experience I presented - not because of Onalee - but for you as the filmmaker. I thought about telling you all of this, since you carry the artistic license and label it not mask it with honor. The other actors just do not understand that as a matter of fact. You deserve my loyal fellowship as the result. It should demonstrate me not as one that is one of those "Onalee-type's" which threatens how I view life in filming art. That is the true reason in my opinion I clearly direct my attention to separate exclusively from the group. It's meant to put you at an advantage and impacts the manner you would probably remember if not for my sense of purpose.

I enjoyed working for you. Its about being human as an actor to the experience.

Thanks Mark,

Marco

P.S. We are not Onalee's robots, and after I left I now realize before I was brainwashed what THE INTENT of an actor truly is. I forgave myself in time until it may have been too late for me to sense what she was doing actually put me at risk. The rest of the group might not be as lucky to realize this as I am today which is why I feel blessed. I'm thankful the more I come to realize how Onalee jeopardized my trust in her. I truly feel blessed because of the implication Onalee had in feeding our ego's. To reach an unattainable view of making dreams a reality, that the risk involving her students not differentiating between love of the art and myself as an artist.

Racketeering and Encroachment

There are several rockets that have been built.
Some were riskier then most others.
The titanic with wings of a feather.
Flying through the sky filled with machines.
Cutting through nature with a heart for imagining.
Through all this time,
I dream of it.
Monsters that don't exist.
But in time like structuring education,
I feel the need for approval.
Being approached by so very few -
of these things.
I seek refuge.
I am wiser.

just as I thought about - it

The reasoning behind my decision to disqualify my acting talent, before pursuing the field of the acting (film) industry? I think has a lot to do with my personal experience. The day I heard the words, you've "healed" a lot - Marco. This has something to do with my imminent delay of where I should have gone. After I decided to pull the plug on acting. It was the right time.

Today, Dr. Gordon advises me of being true to my emotions. I have yet to reconcile the differences I feel tied together with. The fact of the matter is. . . I told that I, "stick a fork" in acting.

It helps me to actually realize the potential of myself.

I suppose not that the idea is one of reality, but that I became something I truly needed to become. Meaning, this point in time. I haven't decided I'm a bad person because I quit doing something I grew fond of doing in the process of becoming an real actor.

However, something else in my thoughts surfaces.

I can trace why I believe the present is key to my future. What the future might bring originated some time ago. Today, the ideas I had to face in order to accurately define my image is much of what I need. Now I know the difference, of a person who can attribute and connect with myself love.

Mystery in the fire

There's a fire in the mystery. . .
that I'm dancing.
A dancing machine!
Or community of intellectuals?
Of the sorts this I wake,
as an old - old age.
That I no longer serve purpose.

frog

Never to make myself a target
because a true opinion is of a man
will not refuse
to answer.

The surface of regularity

You tell everyone they're great and attractive and smart and unique.

She only does that to because she likes to show herself as sincere towards others. Maybe we can learn from that.

Let's think about yourself for a second. And forget about everyone else. That's all I get from you there.

Hula-hoops causing

arrows are not triangles ;

they are squares

relegated to human forms.

Happiness is a pursuit of wisdom and intellectual morality

You are saying whenever you get hurt. You feel need for remorse. But human nature dictates, that if you react willingly to someone in need, you are doing a duty that is no more or less heroic then anyone else would do. But you imply the opposite

QUOTE
Maybe she doesn't like to see people hurt, and lies to keep people
happy

You deserve no sympathy. I interpret what you say as someone who doesn't want what's best for others. Only for yourself. And because that's common wide held belief in practice, you also believe you are in a group without morals if you ascribe to that group. But not everyone wants to be hurt, including yourself. Therefore, you play victim. If you don't get that, then you are a liar. I accuse you of heresy in that regard. YOU SAID SO YOURSELF. Aaron, I honestly do not like you. Or ceez. Or beaver. Or owen. That is not hurting you, but if I feel hurt then I do deserve empathy due to my actions. If I stand up to people like you, that is out of necessity and honor for what is good - but which is not demonstrated by the likes of people that you put at risk. Much like a sadist rather inflict pain instead of producing pleasure. You are a mask among everyone here and I see right through you. Someone who expresses pain, is like you said:

QUOTE
Maybe she doesn't like to see people hurt, and lies to keep people
happy.

YOU PUT WORDS IN BECKY'S MOUTH. IT IS YOU THAT - rather not experience getting hurt and you also rather deny someone of happiness if it means you get more of it than someone else should.

Vertical Horizons

Staying in the game. . .
I follow
shame - will - desire.
For tomato soup.
I exude with leaps and bounds.
A boost of confidence.

the pragmatism

This is the story of obsession.
A conscious experience.
One of guilt.
Association.
But not anyone. . .
fault.
Do not fault!
This analysis of an intellectual -
learning.
Perhaps the ability to date.
Regularly.
Feel positive about me.
Not long term relationships based on sex.
But learning about the other gender.
I've buried thoughts in words.
Now I see the truth.
You are not fat.
You relax here.
You are the blame of others misidentification.
You are the surface of responsibility to other -
comprehensive habits.
That deny you the comprehension.
I've strung together the form of identity crisis;
and lifted the mistake of rationalizing reason itself.
No longer a burden.
Here, I am.
The emotion of lust over matter.
The thought the desire of it is this I can feel.
I felt cared about for an instance of wanting:
to reveal my life.
But the advice you give me is nothing but your own
- doing.
Let me advise this'
government is not to respond as a community.
My own sense of community is not a government.
It is a necessity.
I the pragmatic an individual shooting targets from out of bounds.

Money Making Psyche of a Psychosis

I've recieved the news,
today.
The mediocrity of life.
Conscious thoughts
of feelings -
in my every effort.
What is free I will
become.
There is no trial -
that has stood over me.
To pass judgment.
But I will not settle
for less.
Than dreams.

The content consent of insecure psychological nature

The intent for the distribution of wealth is equal.
Anonymous:
We appreciate fielding you here on our soil.
However, we only say. . .
Work hard and you will be rewarded.
We say this not to spite you but to safeguard
our existence.
Believe this.
We would self destruct if we told you otherwise.
Our interests are to protect our resources
and saying, "Working hard will earn you rewards."
is our way of maintaining power without feeling guilty
about anything.
Thank you.

For the love of Sportsmanship

The more things change,
the more they stay the same.
I've audited.
I've learned.
I've rehearsed.
I've auditioned.
Not to hate myself.
But know myself.

Deficient Punk Anthems

How can you tell I'm not?
If I was.
Pragmatic!
What do you desire most without;
could I care to promise you.
I might be interested in my cause:
if you cared.

The pedestal vestibule

You do not have to like everyone you meet.
It is the fate of all people share as a model.
My aunt has died of cancer,
she is dead in body;
but alive in spirit.
I live on to succeed her.
My nature limits material possessions,
but nothing you own is my property.

Communism I am against.
But people who rather:
participate in the rat race
of competition, "Might we
say to you I am worthy -
more worthy than yourself -
to earn and to keep what
I have earned." - Mr. Immigrant.

Once the system turned into
a capitalist binary,
the machinery was only
meant to induce the power
struggle.

"Dear Mr. Immigrant,
In response to your letter
we understand how you view
history. We write to you
incapable of trusting us.
For this
our apologies. We are
sincerely sorry."

- And for that ends the
story.
- The immigrant was only told
what was meant.
- That he became the victim,
"Work hard, you'll get what
you most desire."
- The positions of power
and prestige were limited
through capital.
- Those with power controlled
all the wealth.
- The power struggle shaped
why property continues to grow
exponentially.
- That slave mentality of
government controlling all property
through tax, or communist ideology.

Becoming a victim

I have patience.
But I also have little.
Next to nothing.
Patience is a virtue.
On the subject of those
becoming victim.
To what I find is true or not?
The question!
That the answer is. . .
it is this:
what on earth do I narrate;
if I lost patience to do so.
Then patience is my only virtue.

Victim of assesment

"Abre a quem não bater à tua porta"

Se alguém bater um dia à tua porta

Se alguém bater um dia à tua porta,
Dizendo que é um emissário meu,
Não acredites, nem que seja eu;
Que o meu vaidoso orgulho não comporta
Bater sequer à porta irreal do céu.

Mas se, naturalmente, e sem ouvir
Alguém bater, fores a porta abrir
E encontrares alguém como que à espera
De ousar bater, medita um pouco. Esse era
Meu emissário e eu e o que comporta
O meu orgulho do que desespera.
Abre a quem não bater à tua porta

Fernando Pessoa

Cheap moccasin models

Allow me to fulfill what are you unhappy about?
Self fulfilling prophecies are like rubbing a lantern. . .
not a box of chocolates!
You never know what your going to get;
unless you rub the lantern.
The lantern produces colors in many forms.
Different images may appear.
Stringing together sounds and pictures.
Like on a movie screen.
That fear draws you near the suspense.
Animation of bunny slopes and popcorn in your lap.
When suddenly appears a thought.
Something only you could have imagined.
Becoming educated in matters such as this.

Excluded from happiness

Have you ever been excluded from it?
The kind of happiness you punish.
Where intent is only minimalist in patronizing!
Punk historians are full of propaganda,
these historians of hegemony.
That nearly wiped out the human race.
But;
listen to the sounds of how patronizing
it is.
To punish: the happiness I follow.
I lead myself here to believe.

god on the subject of god

Do you think often?
Such as the it said:
"You are a machine."
And from that came a lot of spelling.
Then for another reason yet unknown to many
so many -
but very few.
The cradle of justice emerged!
Like a broken appliance.
One that needs repairing.
One that read the manual before-not-after.
To think like:
why are we' not human.
Human; like the wind caught lovers naked in intercourse.
So true, in fact.
A sense if I belong here or there.
That the structure of all this.
And I became something spectacular.
I think about the reformation or the ages of renaissance.
What Germany was before not after.
How fascism swept under the rug
the millions of souls that feel dictatorship.
Perhaps communism developed prematurely,
and collapsed itself.
Politics were in no position to question the intellect
of all practical thought.
Though I am pragmatic an individual
a renewed sense of history /
technology.
But Capitalism.
This rules our lives today.
Such economics than yesterday.
Tomorrow the globalization of post modern industrial
communities will shape the reality of
us nations salute flags.
And for what -
but a voice of broken appliances
and not enough technicians to fulfill
the role of repairman.
Here you see we connect the past to the present
- with the future.
Somewhere in time,
we caused a series of events in our history.
But at the same time.
Now I realize property is. . .
not a vision.
Power to limit how others control over business and
labor.
Prestige to protect the natural environment.
Now I realize property as Marx thought.
That when Anibal,
my uncle came.
He came to Canada.
And my mother followed.
To escape the dictatorship of Portugal.
And live in a traditional landscape of England's throne.
I ask myself this.
Today I put my shoe on the other foot,
if I lived in Canada under fascist or communist rule.
That society as we advanced with our wave of immigrants.
How the Capital was thought to produce wealth of resources.
And basically out of encouraging prospect,
not meant to spite the immigrant from equal opportunity.
Status of the elite power model,
became our struggle.
Work - work hard and you will be rewarded with great quality
of life.
That is how we honor the system in place.
Be here and prosper.
We propose that your unborn children will afford
beauty and tranquility here.
But that's not how it happened.
No such messages were ever brought to the attention
of those immigrant others.
Statistically, immigration is good for big business.
The bigger the business the better the profit motive.
And the means of production is bigger for.
Though a conscious effort I give myself.
Because the deficient immigrant became a broken
appliance through the course of time.
Criminal agencies I call them.
Groups of immigrants simply showing off.
To please the bridge-inequality that produces wealth.
To please.
But no - they said -
you have equal opportunity here,
with everything to gain and nothing to lose.
Your own sovereignty is freedom to choose as you please.
Work hard and you shall be rewarded.
But no - they said.
Work hard and you shall be set free.
Property in the world is like a broken appliance.
Fixed for a time.
The broken appliance needed some repair.
The message they gave as long as it held together
the resources of material wealth.
That is the main objective.
The concern of an industrialized nation like Canada is.
It has the wealth.
It produces immigrated-ideology.
Come to Canada because it will make us feel
better served.
The more you put in is equal to what you get out.
Those with a slave mentality cannot afford to parish.
And then you will see the rewards Mr. and Mrs. Immigrant.
Because like we told you,
work hard and you will be rewarded.
Rewards are hard to come by.
Produce children and live longer.
Your children will realize the impact of your hard working
hands we fostered.
We adopt you into our country and believe in you we will.
You shall succeed living here better then the illegal-alien.
You seek refuge.
We deliver the message.
Work hard and you will be rewarded.
It makes us feel better that way.
You are promised that.
Were you in doubt the minute you arrived.

an idealist execution

My most loyal cynic.
That is to say I am the most loyal.
The most loyal of cynics I know?
In time. . .
trains are plotting.
Schedules are running on crunch.
The pride I have has scared many of me.
Bulls have feared my ear to the ground,
until I sense a willing desire to charge me.
That is when the bull runs.
It is not charging.
It is running without a cause.
Striaght through me.
Without knowing I even exist!
But I always outsmarted:
the bulls knowledge;
of knowing I'm not even there.

Esteem goal-oriented oral-fascination

Not because.
Gravity is here.
Presently.
Believe me when I say this heat travels,
upward?
Never down!
Never down.
Or out.
Heat travels upward we can be
fairly certain.
Heat travels upward.
Hasty Generalizations.
Coming between -
heat.
Then into a narrative:
planting every seed
- into the volcano as it erupts.
It is unknown facts that are true.
If not a part of the problem;
perhaps solutions are inevitable.
It is this tone of voice I carry with.
Heat travel. -
However,
I alone have generated.
I've been told.
Not to purge the few.
We are many.
Successfully trimming the Bonzai Tree.
People form success.
Never one person.
Such alliance is heat travel.

The neurosis

Of choices.
Many choices before.
I lived in a tomato garden.
Where the location mattered.
When I grew dreaming of ketchup.
And all of this for the challenge?
My great imaculate brain wave!
Wanting to follow how breath taking:
I was.
The neurosis reminds me of it.
How I felt;
when time was never a factor.
And tomato plants ruled all.
What lost is found in the comfort of my own
admission.
What lost is found in the emotional comfort my
brain has.

Subject of failure ~ in a structured "reality-sense"

If you want it you know where you can find me.
My comfort where everything lost is found?
On the subject matter of failure.
A woman.
What is a woman?
A woman of such incredible stature?!
What is a woman;
what-a-woman!
Women in such a group have
huge breasts.
I'm not a sexist when cleavage becomes a part:
indiscriminately.
Becomes a part.
But, the superior nobility of man:
men have no need for.
No greater desires.
Human beings are everywhere.
Human being everywhere.
EVERYWHERE.
However, the machine of god.
I've not written a philosophy paper
- in quite some time.
Or to be known as the machine god built.
Forgive me.
If I attend this tragedy of -
errors.
In order to learn takes mistake.
Mistakes take learning.
Making ambitious mistakes required it.
This I afford.
My sense of thought is a key attribute.
Girls girls girls.
The unambiguous girl with natural attractive female
curves vs.
the Olympiad Torino2006
Canadian Women's Hockey Team.
Olympic Gold Medalists.
What if sex were a robe /
nothing but a bath robe. . .
and the robe seen as wearing gender.
Gender between male and female robes.
All be sent into a room filled with naked people
of no ambiguous genitalia.
Only of driven psychological nature.
Ethical issues that compares us.
Balance of power.
My god - that woman I'm attracted to.
Is she not sexually deviant as I,
there is this belief I own.
Nature can only contradict the same function
- of mental deprived disability or repressed sexuality in
our societies.
Allowing my thoughts to form like rain drops.
On the subject of failure.

Search for missing truths

It is not the case.
Once the moment I became to realize.
They had nicknamed me.
Or had they not thought about it?
Quite simply, the conversation has its purpose!
Like this poetry.
However, honest was the.
To think: "I'm trying my best to know more then you."
To which everything applies. . .
my good natured man.
I thought to have believed him in my silence.
It is wise to be honest;
be warned.
That I knew less.
Then you would ever know from the beginning.
And I am content in my ignorance.
You are a woman.
No.
Women are.
How could you know less then myself.
Then I said. . .
you have one chance against necessity.
Everything is necessary in the universe.
You are the cause before I ever listened to the words
of instructing me.
- You have demonstrated nothing.
But you are right.
I have demostrated nothing.
Therefore, you are a woman I believe.
Perhaps you are right.
Though my thought is with you - not without me.
And, since the beginning if you were not ignorant
of the cause to which you claim of myself.
Being a woman,
might not I be wise.
No, because I condemn you - you being a woman.
Then you are right still.
How come you are so ignorant.
Because I choose to be.
You choose to be a woman.
Yes.
What is your reasoning.
The fault is not mine it is yours.
Explain.
My own shortcoming through ignorance of thought.
You claim I am a female.
Not once did I represent the image of a male.
Then asking you to think about who I am.
You accused me of lying to you, so you called me a woman.
Only then did it not occur to you.
My ignorance makes me less of a man.
Though it is not my ignorance you possess.
You do not possess any ignorance.
For me.
It would be wrong to think about ignorance in the form.
If a man does not possess ignorance.
He is not wise.
And you say to me I am a woman.
You are right to say that.
All men that possess no ignorance.
Are women.
Only wise men,
wise enough to possess their own ignorance.
Are women.
You are clearly not a woman.
Thank you kindly.
No need.
You are very welcome.

A very nice ring'

I can attribute my thoughts that form into nothing,
that is quite as necessary to reveal?
But such occassion of my own authority.
On the day I pass to the other side.
Perhaps it is this inhibition of sense.
Or, a sense of inhibition!
Poker playing.
Playing poker is the power of positive thinking;
though:
- I do not enjoy a poker game.
I simply thought about it.
And I deny the machine my karma.
I imply that delicious banana has made a sound of hunger.
What hunger sounds like is built inside of me.
And I always, always imagine what bananas there are.
However, in the most primitive form of thought.

burnt flask

I thought about sending up a flare.
The educational experience has been fascinating for me.
Now a kiss goodbye,
a pat on the back.

Chuck Wagon

My smile is wide.
I make a sound to seduce the horses.
They gallop into motion.
I ride.

Reading Week

So, I decided not to do the acting thing, because I thought about how I need to do other things with my life. Unfortunately, in my opinion, I felt my talent was being wasted if I continued to attend classes. The reason I think this way is cynical. I do not believe Onalee's classes could help me any more than they could have. However, I did enjoy the time I had while it lasted. The film industry is not for me. The reality of the business is misleading, when it comes to people who are directly involved with it. You really have to be lucky to get a shot. I think its better for me to say I believe I have talent and be on my way.

John Lennon in pause ~ quality assurance control

The process of intellect is a form of structure thought.
Therefore, the concept of peace is something infinite.
But - not truly attainable.
The greater good considers "freedom" a less
infinite concept that can be attained as a model.
What this means is that:
peace can only be formed as an ideal.
Freedom in action is the same.
Peace in action is constructed to be known as is freedom.
There is no material structure that causes peace or freedom
in its form.
The greater good has -
a conception related to the concept of freedom or peace.
When someone like John Lennon acts as an activist of. -
The reality is what possession the greater good reveals.
From its construction, peace cannot be seen,
but when it is advocated - the universal aspect
from the material.
John Lennon advocating peace is not peace or a model.
A true model of peace would be attained if it were true.
If peace existed in a perfect world,
of ideal material-structure.
Therefore, only change through human attributes
can be a model of peace or freedom.
Peace is an ideal. Not a form.
Freedom is an ideal. Not a form.
I do not reject or resist the idea of peace.
The limits of necessity or potential force.
My inception of material form is to reveal its structure.
I can exhibit a potential,
that of myself in its form
exemplifies what material freedom I possess.
What desire of peace I live.
And the beliefs I adopt are my own.
All things being equal have a material structure in its form?
A circular argument! ;
the argument: is also true.

The infectious heart

I experience pleasure.
That is simple.
When appears a time to kill,
kill the demons in my mind.
But pleasure I feel.
The purpose of structure.
The structure of happiness.

We're different: mes amis

On the basis of indecision. . .
The philosopher's igloo of sorts,
were two figures of man.
So the other one says it:
I cannot figure out why.
We have our own values and customs,
it seems I've become someone else?
But how is that possible!
The clueless games philosopher-igloo
claims; but he has sort of an idea:
that became transparent over time.
Evolution.
On the basis of instruction. . .
the story changes.
The philosophers have evolved over the
ice age, and since then transformed.
Not ever realizing the short history this
narration proved.
But I digress.
The igloo philosophy never came into being.
Its as though it never existed.
Therefore, the subject-matter did not materialize.
But the igloo philosophers had thought of philosophy
for a short time.
What became of the history between such novel
creatures.
Imagine, as if to think a history of philosophers,
with pet names and theories that somehow'
are still in place.
Like space and time are continually in motion.
There was rationale during the ice age after all.
Sculpting a igloo was only just as practical is to sculpt.
Like body-sculpting.
Or, a craft such as pottery.
Poetry.
The same person.
One in the same.
So this reality is truly something unique.
I can see it.
While the structure of time requires service.
Religious followers probably process structure of
no other kind.
I propose a psychological nature perhaps.
But why not time in its infinite place,
be kept secretly / remains as if there never
were structure.
Time is like an igloo or automobile.
It requires service.
If the opposite were true, how is it impossible
if car manufacturer's made automotives without
breaking systems.
whoops! Would they say?
Or - is it not aware of consequences automatically.
That the structure of time acquired fear.
And through fear came consequences of actions.
Would an evil be set precedent if all were crazy.
Meaning that a status quo demanded,
that auto-makers stop installation of breaks
in their vehicles.
Only because the will of all people everywhere
wanted to drive without being able to progress
in motion.
They wanted change.
They thought breaks in cars needed no break-mechanism.
And the rules they'd adopt within changing the system.
The system of thought would eliminate the fact
cars which once were equipped with assembled breaks.
As though cars stopping never existed.
And the need would be diminished.
Extinct.
Extinguished.
Cars everywhere would only be assembled to
continue the process of motion.
Never stopping.
Not ever.
Not even thought.
Thus, no one complained.
Nobody realized the difference breaks had made in time.
Cars were defined as vehicles in motion only.
Only vehicles in motion can train the senses to collide
with any other mechanical machine operated object.
Quite a mix of revolution and entropy.
The story lacks substance.
But I enjoyed writing it as this.

Lunch meat: over a topic of conversation

Today boys and girls,
our assembly involves communication
between betting individuals.
Our concern is of subject-matter.
And - material necessity.
The boys: combine girls into a group.
The girls: combine boys into a group.
Now the process of instruction can begin.
What it reveals is a structure of strategy.
Within this idea of a sructure:
what is the image of constructing an idea?
Habit!
Not confused without;
rational thinking or competitive nature.
But in reality:
emotions and cooperation must include the all.

Chinese Checkers

This is a operational definition of spoiled lunch meat.
Like chess pieces moving freely in a controlled envrionment.
Everything is in motion within the context of "borders".
With numbers and letters that illustrate each movement.
Expired: lunch meat today.
The label reads a date.
Expiry registers.
Learning behavioris a model form.
Not divided into something that is caused.
But only nautrally human in its attributes.
Unlike my hypothesis that follows the habit of instruction. . .
what is desire?
That I desire!
The information to manipulate;
the unreasoning sense perception:
that articulates each and every movement
on the chess board.
The chess pieces I recover from the opponents end.
Therefore, its only natural in ability to move into my end.
And - the choice - I have.
I took a chance of limiting my necessity to maneuver across
the board.
I also formulated a hypothesis.
Then all forms that follow. . .
follow the forms of structure.

That structure causes learning behavior.
Natural in human attributes the human-form.

A syllogism of material necessity

The cause of a structure in its form.
Nature. ~
~ Nature: in and of itself.

= Kantian Ethics "Freedom of choices"

On the intellect of Nature

. . .I have developed a skill.
To instruct the sense of form.
The structure of forms.
The language of thoughts.
My opinion is on the nature of intellect.
The intellect.

Some time - again

I will not be caught stealing with my shorts,
pulled-down around my ankles.
It is punishable by offense.
Force?
An act of punishment!
Some time ago,
where my desire was felt.
The vulnerable rehersal of nature's consequence.
On the nature of my own existence. . .
some time ago:
the process of thoughts become constructed;
with human attributes.
It is a structure of thought.

The Disallowing Thought

I've been robbed of time.
That incredible ignorance of mine.
Not to change a thing about paradise,
of what it has to offer.
I've only become the promise of something better!
Anything you know?
What else there is. . .
Is:
a lesson of making bargains;
because from the first step you skipped
over - the rest is untraceable.

Tying the knots: Shoelaces and smiling

I have no limits to my psychic intellect.
It is a science of intellect that required all meaning.
It is the science of intellect that helps my nature of
- belonging.
To register this ability within the context of reason,
there's a limited strength. . .
that knowledge of the psychic world can provide.
In a material world the structure is one of instruction.
We're limited through the capabilities of that model.
If I cannot express what I truly feel is legitimate,
whereas: psychic-phenomenon creates the laws;
making rules would be subjective in its totality.
And -morality- wouldn't be subjected to justice being done?
However, what is justice! - Desiring justice - willing justice. -
What is the pursuit of desire or an unknown variable,
evidence could only allow as the cause of justice.
Or if justice were made infallible.
The reasoning god suggests we're capable of living within
grounds-of-reasoning.
How god whispers to you over and over,
either giving us direction ahead
without spilling anything.
My ability to spill something hasn't been purged by god,
whom himself created the ability to spill fine-coffee.
But gods deductions are relevant to the causes.
So, in conversation - I asked him.
Keep me here, oh lord.
Let us ask of you the following,
I ask this about me.
What did my aunt do to survive her death of cancer.
How could she live knowing she was going to die.
I forbid you to answer that, lord.
Because the very question is for you to hear,
and for you alone to consider.
And I refuse to hear you speak of it in response.
Live with that for a moment,
and you will realize the context of the question in and of itself
torments you inside.
That is how it feels.
I answer for you, oh lord.
That she be kept in the physical nature of the universe.
In my memory. . .
because I want her here still.
She still wanted to be alive.
And she is.
She will survive here with me.
I command myself.
That she'll wait for me while I live here - a longer while.
That she is of the spiritual domain.
One that only my psychic ability can address with a cause.
And I trust she will feel her presence exists,
whenever she comes near.
She'll be missed, and know that she is missed.
Not unaware of the surroundings,
but understand that we don't ignore the fact she's
among us.
So she won't feel empty, in thoughts, that we've
already forgotten she left.
She remains here.
Because lord, it'd be annoying to me if someone
didn't think I was present.
It's be saddening to believe I was being ignored
in some strange form.
Like a spirit realizing they're not gone,
that they're present without the cause of life
spreading.
That life is not a cause for relief of effort
or a psychic adventure.

That the spiritual existence is the most probable
- most powerful.

Perhaps it is this force of a rational ability
not to limit it - but to exhibit what we can reveal.

It's not that far from here. God told the tow-truck driver -
I've never had my tow-truck towed before.
After all that's happened, the tow-truck driver was
telling a story for the first time. And since this was
after all, the very first time in history, that a story
has been told of a tow truck driver's own truck being towed.
Let alone by god himself, but the oxymoron present is rather
ironic.

The moral of the story is placed in a psychic form of reality.
Only a demonstrated force can act on it in physical nature.
Not to act as a threat of the heart aimed.
The sense of registry within the imagination.
That all will be revealed in time.
This psychic nature of time in a structure.

And through it all.
My history shall retain into memory myself remaining psychic.

The Classic model-T

However, here I am a student of time.
Being shot in the eye!
Modest?
Modesty is unlimited in its supply;
that is necessity-and-cause are unrelated properties of.
As far gone. . . as the nature:
of my opinion.
Have you been left in the position
where you cannot form or
construct the argument of
time?
Time - my life depends on it.

Human Ambition

I know that you are an agent of motive:
but how can I tell you are not a passenger?
The natural science of intuition!
That nature of instruction;
or a causal temptation. . .
for the desire that's only human.

This is the structure in its truest of forms.

A sensitive censorship

I must make the time.
The time to educate myself in these matters.
Of a material being. . .
that will cause my own will to flourish.
That mechanically survive the property,
of material wealth and stature.
But no?
No, I will!
That material property is one.
Of choice.
Seriously.

dynamic choices

There's a junkpile over there.
I think I'll be a pessimist and pick it up.
Like a garbage man.
We can live side by side in our parallel,
universes.
But quit?
I quit it!
I decided to become anti-conservative.
I'm a liberal candidate.
One that resides within the boundaries of Canada.
A territory marked by its nature and natural environment.
That beauty resonates.
My own.
Therefore, listen to me Mr. Garbage man Harper.
You cleverly disguise yourself as a garbage man politician.
"For the people. . ."
so he says to himself.
"It's for the people."
But once you cross that meridian line,
into the 49'th parallel.
I warn all Canadians, not to fall into the trap
of a Conservative white wall.
To white wash the Liberal authority on social justice,
Canadians will be naive to believe Conservative ideology
will compensate for social programs.
The conservative agenda will monopolize those
values Canadians have against monopolizing our
social identity.
The conservative agenda will impose their will,
on our minority status as individuals
that enjoy the fruits of labor or social programs!
And for what?
How will the conservative Mr. Harper function,
I may accuse him of. . .
breeching our invested interest of social programs.
And manipulate the populous into thinking
about economic policies "that benefit" our
well being as citizens.
Mr. Harper will reproach our needs of tax-breaks,
and expect we follow him.
I will not.
I defend my rights.
To choose freely among these ideas,
that conservative ideals will not participate
in the best intention for the true Canadian identity.
The conservatives will mock the process
and cut short our social programs for the sake
of belittling Canadians' that will marginalize
our value for social programs.
They will not honor us Canadians.
They will destroy our will.
The Conservatives will flip-flop-flap.
And in doing so,
not violate my will or anyone's
into thinking we rather not have dynamic choices
such participating in social programs
for the better of our nation.
Our national debt is of no major concern.
The Liberals did just fine with economic ties
and actually increased our wealth within that time.
The scandals of sponsorship,
were nothing but a crime in excess of the forces
that politics resides.
That was money we could spend on our interests,
and what was being done to the Liberals was
only in an effort to make them look like criminals.
But my point:
is I will not partake in anything such as Conservative
ideology.
When in truth, the fact of the matter is simple.
Dynamic choices are social programs which unite
this multicultural paradigm.

The intention of willing

The willing of intention may sound stranger -
if you consider the framing of what is desire.
Such as the desire of the will.
Or the intention of desire.
So as the desire or will of intention.
But be that confusing as it may appear to be. . .
cause of intention is more of a mystery.
Does intention to cause behavior?
Does intention to cause survival;
like enjoying the mouse-game of chance.
Does intention to cause suffering!
Nobody can claim knows.
But the fear in god:
all have.

Chinese swear wordsmith -

I have this sense?
Of instruction!
Fearing god . . .
There's room.
That improves.

The melancholy pursuit of happiness

The newest chapter is the beginning.
That radically changing "imaginary".
That Language of Structure -
the structure of language?
Therefore, I'm fairly certain that I've
been unaware.
Positive in fact!
That unless you are the source
of-a-language's origin,
such as poetic is - poetry.
The poet must emphasize;
any context which words are
being felt within the structure.
If the poet fails to alter or conceptualize
thoughts into words that create significant
meaning.
And to be sure - meaning is true.
That show of exhibition aren't turly inhibitions.
The poet only becomes a poet:
once the words create a meaning of its own.
Its own nature.
Its own doing,
that no longer has attachment from the
poets.
It is as though cutting of the umbilical cord
from a mother after having given birth.
The new born is cut, not literally.
But ritually.
And the snip you hear as if a musical chord.
A music note in the air that drifted off
somewhere before conscious.
Before-conscious alerted you.
After the mother's task to squeeze you out
into-the-world.
You became somebody.
That everything around you -
was creating it for you.
You are the most self-conscious gentle soul
I've ever met here.
In my melancholy pursuit of eternal
happiness.
What is the subject matter,
of conscious thought. . .
in all of our make-believe.
That moments pass.
Compulsive.
Lacking obessions of conscious effort.
The minute one shoe drops.
What I ask is this.
Is happiness not only a choice,
but a pursuit of conscious belief.
And if so.
So if the world retained memory of choice,
would the choices be internal or external.
We will never know the impossible.
It is to exist.
Therefore, impossible.
Happiness is quite possible.
But truly not - happiness.

Moral self regard

"Dearest god,"

Don't you have an imagination?
I was wondering about this the other day!
When it suddenly occured to me. . .
nothing can control the nature of thoughts.
But here I am,
hoping you can realize for me "the potential"
I own.
You see god. We're on a first name basis -
aren't we
-because the moral self regard I do carry.
And quite frankly, god. . .
it's been a long journey from here.
So the directions you can send to me via
postage.
And I'll receive the map with open arms.
But please remember to forgive me.
In case I get lost.
Because you failed to provide me with the
- best directions.
My personal self.
That moral self regard
you mistake me with someone else's.
This makes a lot of sense.
Don't you think. ~

~~

The valuing of empathy

Some need empathy more than-most-knowing
how to live in it.
Reality is a part of the myth.
Myths are the reality sometimes.
Perhaps it is a shared property,
where forms of abuse are unacceptable?
That we live!
That we live in a world of shared-culture.
The expression of humanity.
And what is only human. . .
leads us.
To believe in what is normally learned -
behavior.
And what we consider rational
- or; rationally feared among men.
Being "equal" not "just".
Because justice for man is: just.
We become equally held responsible for our
edicts.
Ingenuity.
As the properties are also shared - and -
they're equally represented.
Not to be marginalized - but -
equally understood in values.

When hurrying

I've applied wisdom.
And the greater I fold these parts.
That - in my future. . .
I'll stay in mind.
That kept myself warmer in cold February.
I love such honesty!
Birthmarks? ~
I only hope: my love of honesty resonates
through me.

["demiurge"]

The character is a desire
to will ~
- the imagery.

The causes of alturism

Helping my sense of urgency - I love.
Many days have passed.
I've become dizzy.
I've felt nausiated.
- I don't know what's / what!?

The fugitive

Justice is like that.
You're in no position to make decisions.
Because justice is blinder than you are!
You cannot see justice.
You and you alone are the criminal awaiting
trial.
And the process of being a criminal,
reports that freedom is a necessary end cause.
That the laws exhibit truth.
And because the truth is good?
Nothing can defeat it.
Therefore, once you broke the law.
The story is as likely to follow:
you no longer exist in naming you a criminal.
A criminal is a person that broke the rules.
And your obedience is based on what laws are written.
The code of law protects you from yourself and prevents
the risk against harming others.
Now, you are an unnamed fearing-criminal that deviates among men;
men are all equal.
The philosophy of choice.

Less than confident

Since I can remember.
My self esteem has been abused!
I don't know. . . how it happened?
But remarkable it-it created something.
My ability to make other people look bad;
making myself look good.
I make myself look good - only because
I feel it makes those around me suffer.
But they don't suffer.
It's me I'm after.
Being trapped.

The outhouse

It's in the ruins!
It's in the ruins?
The last thing to stand. . .
is the outhouse.
Everything else can be disposed of in there.
Because it is the outhouse that outlasted
everything in-sight.
And everything else,
can be found in where -
"the outhouse".
I'm in need of absence.

Mush

Mush - mush.
I'm going on a psychic adventure.
The kind with dog sleds,
and travel through
golf circuits.
While golfing, the players work
on perfecting their stroke!
What luck I have to be, here.
On a golf course. . .
the potential of desire.
That the search of truth in identity,
or my own identity?
I believe the sense of sight tells me!
A vicarious notion that spreads; about -
those who judge me.
Dislike me.
Not to limit myself.
But how I feel most kind and generous:
I've offered much of the similair opinion
- a self regard.
So, that nothing is mysterious.

the nature of karate

There is a history beyond these words of I.
And mine:
go like this. . .
You don't know how good a person you are.
Until you reach that outer-being.
Don't consider why?
Until you reach those limits.
Would you lie to a face,
that limit the good nature you
do - for!
How do you do;
for those that react without causality.
How ideal is it that people would naturally
like to know?
You.
You'll be.
You'd - become someone over time.
Here I wrote a poem about nothing, again.
To gain nothing from it.
But to know I lost something that might well
return.