The Ace Rehabilitated Are

My rehabilitation is in the moment,
a trace of self-confidence.
Modest in talk a matured xenophobia,
I sense no regret.
Not tricked into thinking.
Ticked off.
For the favored vigilant cause of justice.
The purpose of no deadly rehabilitation.
I freely spend the money I have to play with.
As sure as the stars above,
Concentration to what you do is change.
In dedication.
In my responsibility is to awareness.
In attention.
I traced its roots to me.
I am not misjudged under my skin,
my scars, my wounds, my lusts,
my temptations.
In this my intersection of thought,
I trust both my pride and my prejudice.
In my instincts I have made hours of progress.
The pride in such loss prevention.
I carry it all behind me.
Protesting my own private pool in homage.
My personal private image.
My delicate touch is.
There is no doubt in my fondness of the matter.
As I safetied an undiscarded adventure within
achievement.
I'm no bigger than an ethical decoy.
Appointed no sorry apology.
That-no dignity can erase bigger than I.
Ethically not in case of the loss treated scarily
or preferred its inventory.
My troubles not in I are made temporary.
You don't pretend an accident of unknown symbolic;
in nature's laws?
The volume of my tooth-aching:
in such
sensitive noise!
A literary giant such as in the power
present of I.
Of course what I am referring to myself,
is the metaphor of a fable. . .
the Sleeping Giant.
Without its claim to debt.
My area of expertise in target of
a self-esteem propering consequence.
A whiffing of immorality whipped of dismay.
Shaping up my attitude in thoughts.
Beware, my thought in attitude it be aware.
The science of one's reason
all in evidence to its conduct.
This is not a money making relationship,
well timed in its preperation. -
Sympathetically wounded
- I wait addicted to the habit.
These are all of the answers given.

Popsicle Sticks in Paradise

I pursued the moment;
and this in case I state it.
In the ocean-aquatic thoughts of
marine life, I assume no bullying.
There is no pretense to the thought.
A radical new design as if I wasn't
there!
I new radical design of the initiative,
I keep up to me.
Will not my spirit in slowly dying allow?
No serious lapse in judgment: split iron
of vulnerability or being impressionable.
A gross misrepresented relapse.
As my love carries on encouraged by the
enthusiasm or lack thereof.
Through no amount of decay in thought
I let out.
Only in my heart it comes alive.
In this my place of refuge, dreamed of
celery sticks covered with peanut butter.
I'll be there for you.
Not me to limit.
I push to the limit.
Not to test my limits,
but rather I push then pull.
Not in limiting myself.
I will not limit what sets me apart.
A one way street on the freight train coming home.
From day to dark.
Dusk to dawn, non-stop.
Friend of my sunshine.
My safety in daylight to nightfall.
Maturing xenophobia when nothing is improbable,
retains distant memory.
Vying for the affection of an earth-flower
unknown in its time.
Asking to fly with the birds,
in the most promising of prey of worms.
This monster-attitude too small
in a world its unfounded for.
Such fun in the nutrition of love.
I create.
Without, with such I wager my own competition.
That I care to redeem myself .
Sound in my nest of sleep.
I rest.
I feel it in my soul.
I can relax.
My honor is to method.

A dream it feels so alive.
Adrift cast in the shadow of time.
Act - in its history as I've said and done.
A past life.
Maturing in the odyssey.
My truth has been found in it.

Of this I make myself aware,
I am in discovery.

Self-made expressed in my interest of an unbreakable
molded spirit.

I put its strength that altogether in my parts.
Together I resonate from it.
Of a weight in characteristic.
I shall wait.

Decorated in thought the paint, because the paint
does not look bad as dry.
I'll show you what love is in ecstasy without
loneliness.
I'll make it.
Be sure to break the puddle
with a splash.
No misplaced beauty or precautions fear
of anger.
For every premonition I gather spurs my curiosity,
into a revelation of mediocrity.
A revolution in the credentials I have its credibility for.

I keep a watchful eye on my weight in sleep
of which I breath.
I am confident about, that nothing is going to happen.
I have no problem with the love of my broken research.
I have not failed a Rosarch Test to pass.
A crash test dummy strung with bells on the run.

Allergic in response to a sudden tragic end.
A shallow fascination.
Moving parts of a hero in rescue.
Not to be underestimated or undervalued,
as for living in-th-past.

I love the smell of a croissant.
A teasing taste of its delicacy.
I love the sound of music,
NOT 'punching' in my ear.

I feel free more relaxed.
In trying something inspirational,
because I said so.
The target of a truth not required.
My value in full potential,
for a dollar.

I must confess my dreams.
That-naturally my fear is not drawn.
My mother's undying love was born from.
My disorder in chaos.
I live to the.

Take my advice.
I screech like an eagle,
scratch like a monkey,
and soar like a hawk-owl its prey.
My teeth in the shadows not after I bite.
Before I even knew it.

A huge massive sleep without any weight-loss.
An awareness gained.
My addiction for habit,
feeds the king in me.
Capitally in vision.
There is no return to my paranoia.
This only so unreasonably torn am I
engaged in the thought.
A subsequent transformation,
that no one is bigger than am I
to save face in order of its nature's-quest.
Therefore, in obedience I starve at the thought.
There is no transparency in the discrepancy of
romantic-judgement.
My weight in deduction reduced-fear.
An eduacation in guessing.

In the Future of Turning thoughts

I recovered from my return.
The relief is profound!
No nature of the paradox in a middle.
All in the context;
of tragedy disabling emphasis.
A victims-charity.
The quality of no:
misguided or undirected
force-of-impacting.
The nature of reliance in arms-length.
The biggest difference in evidence
of conversation?
What reveals in the past!
Knowledge of dinosaurs.
A hand heals the heart.
The soul of an empty-skull.
Playing with the light-switch.
There's no turning my back -
on the consistency I've applied,
- as result.
My reply of responsibility.
My interpretation of dreams.
From my ranks of the undefeated.
Coincidentally starving for an excuse
not to be avoided.
Having a hobby is good to kill time.
No error to please the mystery.
They call me Mr..
A description of hope,
in hide-go-seek.
The fox alive from its recovery.
The fine taste of gum frozen in its flavor,
working on common sense attributes from
my allured mouth.
I am feeling no pain.

The Line

Going deep as I went I am soft, delicate, discreet, alluring is
my potential and tender in its flesh.
I go to other means of alternative!
I’ve saved for judgment;
not for dead?
Brushed against-law:
sleeping with the enemy.
A strong-popularity in abdication
Bringing the news to myself.
I’ve learned to reflect the value of meaning
on the-safe-side so I don’t get hurt.
That I can safely handle
the questions and answers
of disappointment.
That bridges the gap
Of my awareness between
the gift of peace, and the
name of a dove.
Not in leaving much too little.
Be desired.
It is an exploration in my full potential,
of a discovered motivation.
Plagiarizing avoided in behavior.
A powerful symbol of the union,
an SOS.
I adjust the light-switch.
Do my thing.
I don't have to change who I am.
My potential unlimited.
NO apology owed in the feud.

Elite in Commands Operating

Such cold and fragile vulnerability can only relate apathetic.
Look what I told you.
The sleeping giant, awaken.
I’m not stretched in procrastination,
I travel knowing how far I will go.
I can make great lengths,
without taking-in-a marathon.

The Deliriumed Boss

Now more than ever;
no fear resembling an inadequacy of
radically subversive altered in state tactic or strategy.
Me, I offer?
An opinion no-nobody asked for!
An unattractive surgical-element:
is no reason for.
An evasive heat crescendo rised as I try in maturing
the better of my love-in-passion best.
Not am I cohersed but conducive to contribute
outside the box.
Nothing is improbable "it's so easy".
You cannot escape delirium,
with maturity, my fire in the hole.
The brain trusted-power of a custodian.
A skinny diet of no foul-odour if not when
then is taken all away.
An ignoring vanity.

Our attitude toward life
determines life's attitude
towards us.

- Earl Nightingale

Huge Reccomendation of a true-story

Not to slaughter in the adrenaline
hurried-rush.
A prepared time in narration
of the mind-pleasure registered.
Holding firm behind its line-across;
its bordered entry upon returning from itself.
Of the safe-side of ideas:
happy as ready,
ready as happy to avoid?
The trust is too to be had issued in payments
of raisins.
Crawling in the attention for reason.
The mad-rush in looking.
My physical aching powerful
spirituality-sense needs to be protected.
A new character taking in the moisture without
its strangling.
Just to know I heard the raging sound of a mountain
that burns,
a string of puppets.
Though nothing will provoke me.
My hunger I notice its smell.
To unplant the seeds of predictability in every
mistake you put through in not-error.

My entire force of nature in view, an ocean's breeze,
in the universe unknown.

The weight of my tears, a burning rose,
the dragons smoke.

As I hold onto my heart filled with a second
chance-of-laughter.
The wordless action I cannot help but resist.
Brought to my feet first
of no selective memory or inner-conflict.
My Lady Luck in the fall of all values prepared in time.
In paradise the jury's-escape,
parody of my motivation, I share sparely.

In a potion

Breaking chains in the first sign of giving up a mile taking it all
held together.
With all such reason is to vehement in thought of its natural
occupation.
A man in the effort of his dreams of me;
complimenting quality?
I feel a paradise of freedom:
in nature's song not found but lost!
The tables have kept turning on its axis.
The tables have turned.
A feeling of similarity that perception.
The surprise narrator,
no play in myth said I,
I am the revival of it.
To the belief in myself.
The sky is an open window
beneath us.
I'm naturally inclined.
Watching the goose cooked.
Look to turn from the failed definition of a
competitive-inadequacy gone color blind.
The bump end grind of an investigated arrival.
Because of the way I think.
Because of the way I think
hasn't changed.
Because of how I think has changed.
Not in me as a person.
For you there is no invisible man.
The choice of such are fine spoken words in my actions.
In this room of great energy between us all in such my
methods.
No conflict of interest in my lighter
view of this.
Really nice intense rivalry
unadultrated-fun.
Thoughts of love not wasted for hate-of-fearing
or fear-of-hating.
Carefully withdrawn from neurosis
of the complication
or molded into temptation
scratching my forehead.
As I feel concealed,
I hear the pressure of giant thoughts running
over my head.
In the most discreet-sweet sense
of an urgency best described in the time between us.
Only love not if feared.
Only feared if not loved.
Am I.

Ding-a-ling Characterized

There is a distinct;
possibility of some natural selection
in process.
The nature of characterization:
you think?
The phantom menace or fait accompli:
take your pick!
My pride bleeding burning in my brain.
No suicidal hatred vile in vain.
My best mature course of action in it.
A matured xenophobia that nothing is improbable.
Without desperation or mental anguish.
Without anxiety of my temper punitive measures
against myself.
I am to be not punished,
yet permissible but honest.
With myself, only.
I've put myself "out-there" against
all of the odds.
Without putting myself 'out'.
Work, that I've made progress. . .
already.
Treating me as a flower.
That stem of competitive erected
stream of consciousness
from the root of all causes formed.
There is no word for not 'vanity'.
Fair is the lineage, value logic, and this
my theory of connotation defined.
I apply to the future, of its destiny for me.
Discreet and powerful
without withholding my confidence.
I experiment no inept incompetence that keeps
me aloof of wonderment.
Of a moral aptitude.
No immoral understanding thereof
this - my truth - this is.

Channeling changed symbols mixed
with a task blind of emotion.
Always pursuing the obvious,
accepting credit without it being given to me freely,
never without giving in.

The status of living is enjoyed thoroughly.
I am thrilled, because.
There are no protective barriers that put this smile on my face.
On the verticle of a horizon, blown seeding the fertile wind-broken
ground.

Cold Adventure Pirate

I saw what I'll take
while I can get it.
Taking it easy but I'll take it.
Well plotted out.
The stench of such little to do
with anxiety, fear, intimidation,
or manipulation as a punching bag
I catch then release of it.
Impractical if not enticing?
Practical if not;
intolerable!
Self-conscious: if not
misleading.
I fancy my double life.
Tell me more, but not after I kick you
out the door.
Sh-oo out my window.
This I cared of most in my dreams.
Superficial based due-dilligence
not baptism by fire.
Crooked having-it-your-way is an
example of my thought thoughts examined.
A stinky horses' bumb is cute and shifty while it
slowly giddy-up.
Incompetent timing for the perfect cause
of a congruent storm-in-angle.
The conscious in my eye.
I blink.
I occupy.
The narration of a talking voice
well kept in its harmonious-faith.
I've saved the assets of my benefited expert incentive.
Extra long walks in a field of Tulips ordained.

Candy Drinks

Glaring exiled detail.
Unrealistic revelation.
Hear what I say permits me.
Talent consumates another word
for no betrayal of sense in magic.
A future destiny of heightened
ambition in me.
Scary looking Penguins.
An awkward silence in humanity.
I make: exceeding the choice?
I am not a sad invalid in saving face;
infrequently the best expressed challenge
in compromise.
For every margain of error!
There is no non sense won over that reward
of discipline.
You must hurry to start from a poverty
and become of it taking your time in the effort.
The discipline of its reward.
There is no task to obsession.
Only to be reversed.
I reserve errors in judgment.

Maturing Bubbled Over

Singling out the time;
of what I thought a personal-kind?
I've given myself many options!
That nothing:
nothing is in fact improbable.
I am highly motivated by the fact,
the question is a cause for concern.
I cannot escape delirium,
with maturity,
my fire in the hole has unleashed.
This happy paranoia not a second too early.
An hour a minute the circus-ring of strangers.
No hope is lost.
Delirium.
An awareness deceiving ritual
where nothing is imporbable.
I did not say anything glad enough to see you.
Coward of maturity to survive.
My nature's delighted.
Dedicated-view in my wieght of learning.
This curfew of bullets that require energy.
My confusion not confounded.
I compound.
I try me on for size as an increasingly encouraging sign.

Natural Curiosity: Judgement of Momentary Relapsed - Sedation

I see one thing;
I see another.
Little for less I find myself to reason.
An angel must fly in a different
cast light of their-own-imagination.
The facing of my redemption not to be
handled inappropriately,
sombered then is sobriety.
Nothing that can tell me how
the dream has begun of not over.
Perhaps, when there was a time where only beasts
roamed the planet with only
their use of hands,
verbose in language too-crisp
for the tongue.
A unique character is crazy not to.
I will be better reminded.
In remembering it.
My meal-ticket out of my-heart in time
from the passion.
A burning sensation.
A fire of no pink flamed
excuses.
A desire for peanut-butter and raspberry jam
on toast.
Generosity will travel further, getting me
where I want to-go-far. (A need.)
So comical in relief.
The privilege of such memory
I indulge in it.
Worth my weight, here.
Worth my wait, there.

It was of no involuntary determined
unknown withdrawal.
Only there are parallels of ancient disguises.

All without the myth as an in between
in a heartbeat.

This to the - there's
mystery upon which I act upon.

With which there is mystery, of which,
I act upon entitlement.

To this: because there is mystery of entitlement
I act upon as anchor.

An entitlement as the anchor.
Upon which, I act.

The independence in thought
of some rarity in judgment but not irregular
as in fictional.

Do not be pathetic in your judgment.
Take the challenge in your passions.
Exhibit the change in pessimism
to the act of possession.

For the longest-time
I take a closer look
at something.

It is not for certain an unordinary
day as spectacular my display of hunger
in demonstrated-knowledge.

I shall recall of.
I can, be what it will whatever the subject-matter.
I honor the caveat - this my own conclave in which we've agreed.
Such rarity I conceal
my natured-well/good-judgment.

Taken in my palm-read hand.

My truth is worth a fortune-told
to me.

Recovered in belief of my own-doing.

The truth of my own-doing.

Much it is to act alike, in fact,
we are nothing.

Absorbed Down-out-under-it

My interior power generated by
my inhibition - not ulterior or inferior
in its parts.
Not superficial in its status
I fare well.
In time designed
sharing without
a doubt of it,
I am from,
is revealed because of me.
Strength requires hope not in
the error I chose of it.
Half the chance of a permanent
solution.
Living to dream rather unordinary
while I can.
Such a pity on what not to witness
the focus of what I mean
in my intent.
The virtue of impatience
all is said and done.
Lets keep in touch.
In sand.
Out front-and-center in my last
direction of time
the latest of arrival-final.
The force is far more incredible,
fantastic that I never neglected the fact.
Alone in bleach
satired stained attire.
I accomplish with nothing impressionable
or deviant in attitude left behind.
I contest to stare in reproach.
I have put a step to the ritual
of sublime observation
caught stuck in answering it.
Taking to the limitless
depth without drowning because of its nature
drawn within me.
How I choose is to respond,
sensitively-speaking.
This branded new sense of humor
I shall travel with the winds
weather-vain blowing.

In exchanged purging of an objective metaphor

Is it crazy not to want it - no proof
that acts as evidence of what you most
desire.
No valid misconcpetion.
Choppy-signals of the truth,
sounds for a sonic radio with
metaphor for my mind.
The eye of a sleeping dragon.
It ain't hidden, or crouched
beneath the surface.
A contaminated breath that released my skill
for intervention.
My bird is perched on the base
of a dead mocking-dodo's
cage.
The cave revealed itself to me in its
depth of a top-secret location.
The time I've taken in this tale of a
sombering self-justice.
I have built courage upon-unopened-edifice.
An edifice for laughter,
as my heart within wits end in satisfaction.
I garunteed it.
No irresbonsible mess
of the message for a bad day at work.
No unreasonable valient effort.
From top of the limits
- I am unlimited in
through my potential. -
I am super-sonic
the hero-of-will is not.
The power I operate on
inhibition.
The power I operate on.
The inhibition.
The inhibition I operate on.

Without false misconception that
I have trapped the light.

No reciept I've thrown out a
proof of purchase
for garbage.

Crouched in position

The tender footsteps
of rabbits. . .
as if you look over ones shoulder.
The scent of false
ideas.
Attitudes.
Ideology.
As I look back.
The tender footsteps
of rabbits,
I saved my last
breath.
As I lead the scent
of fear.
As I trumped the self-hate
within me.
I smell something fierce.
The fresh scent of rabbits.
I will not pretend to know I act
objectively.
Safety taken in precaution
of fire hazards.
My every location
for the-remedy.
I will not lose grip of my operating
signal.
I will not pretend to operate,
objectively.
You are not the same person
that others think you are.
You are the person you appear
to be.
Dedicated, kind,
and caring.
As personal I am.
Gentle, compassionate,
and daring.
I celebrate my mind.
My wheels set in motion.
As I lay back my head to rest,
such magical weight in thought.
The tenacity of a courage that has no myth.
I chill out on milk,
it adds as a security measure.
Drinking white stuff that comes
from inside an animal,
makes me think of what acts as
defense-mechanisms.
Smart little cows.
They make moo-moo sounds.

Big on Luck

With you
I rely on my sense
of spirit.
No - I am not superficial.
No - I am not to be patronized.
No - I am not subject to abuse.
Your move in a high-priced game of Chinese Checkers,
as I follow the expert with a smile on my face.
The architect
makes elusive-architecture.
Suddenly,
I realize
loneliness is not;
my requirement!
I've acquired tastes:
in making it logically diagrammed.
I put on something real,
I took off what I wore
because it made me act sloppy?
Pushing the envelope,
I'm over the top. -
I'm not inadequate,
- not in over my head.

High up on a mountain
where few can test my limits
surrounded in misfortune.
Missionary greed.

Fewer surrounded
the limits of fortune.
My pride I will not swallow.

I will not displace my plan
of action for contingency.
My plain of proper a category.
I will not displace my comfort.

It is a round-trip
in the air fare of
'comfort'.
My one-way ticket
"out-there".

I will not protest, nor shall I
contest its purity is my own in doing.

This immaculate
self-respect of an adulation.
J'adore aussi.
Myself, my adoration of it all.

I have only scored in streaks and send sparks
flying.

I get ahead as I do
in accepting who I am-not-to-get-ahead-of
-myself.
In the process. . . it is
no ordinary choice.
I originally choose to take care of myself
without fear or the guilt.

I am free in choosing what's best for me
as result of myself originally.

However convoluted it seems to be
I set from me to manage (whatever)
those limits are.
I am that original missing link - no ordinary
piece to the puzzle.
I will practice and participate in the assembly
as I keep putting my self-esteem
back together in its place.

Why, I've been exhausted.
How lovely the idea of desperation.

How tired of me, I, am I.
It is no premeditated vision.
Short-supply of a view
I can hold onto myself.

The True Romantic

Make expressed
how it feels?
Cream of the crop-circle!
You're dreaming.
No - I'm dreaming.
That of which dreamers
are made to wear.
Such is the subject-matter.
Caught myself in a land-slide.
I believe in the uphoria of it.
A dream-life state, thought I experienced
such matter-of-fact. . . happiness less than imaginable.
A last gasp
at the breath-of-life
worth living.
I could not resist
the escaping-protest.
Economically sound am I not
to be introduced as entitled.
In my wildest fears I imagine happiness
as I only dreamed of it.
Uncontested, perfect in thought.
All on the pretense of being well-liked enough.
That need of a burning desire for it from within.
The hot-commodity machine stalls,
the sensation of bank-notes $.
Bragging of my fingernails as I cut and trim.

It was the who protested that I patronized

I project all of my assets into one.
Not to act as slaves to each other;
but to clean up one another's act!
Impersonating power of the-one?
My mom and dad are down to earth,
kind and caring, not second-class citizens.
They are my voice of virtue.
I protect my investment.
Militant behavior:
ideology / image / consciousness-collective.
Latin Lover is to an army.
Amazing yet so powerful in thought
I gracefully decided.
I chose to be a part of something
no bigger than I
am it to me.
Such humoristic hypothesis
of a hypocrites domain.
The happier I squint down double-standards.
I do not pretend to be something I am not.
Without the opportunists veil,
pale in comparison to mocking-birds.

In the world of marine biology

In the life of analysis as a fish in the ocean.
A discreet conclave of emotions?
The kingdom of aquatic survival;
turned into beings!
They exist in harmony,
all succinct in thoughts of remaining
forever in the sea-of-hurricanes.
After or before?
Such time does not exist in motion.
The time:
I stood upon the ocean floor.
Where once my ambition became like
an octupus.
Meaning "little" only required hope.
Today, on the surface above. . .
- we listen to the sound of tidal waves created. -
They come crashing down to earth.
Our instincts reveal minimal goals,
that you attain everything you strive for
with nothing left to live.

Such noblity I honor

Intimidated to feel it?
The predicatble amount of time,
the plot seems gullible a narrative!
However;
on the account I remain uncommited:
my soul is not generalizable.

What if

The metaphor I have found to be true of me.
The honor, the mystery, the noble lie.
All in the time of myths gone by;
purging impractical offensives.?
I have:
been seeing myself launching impractical
offensives with greater odds.
My psychological nature I will only feel,
as though my persuasion is of a generic-mentality.
The method of mind over matter!
A serial pursuit of the evening sky-lit opera.
A music of no intimidating quality.
A physical order in the universe of time.
Eye-to-eye.
Nose to nose.
I to I.

We never know how far
reaching something we may think,
say or do today will affect the lives
of millions tomorrow.

B J Palmer

Assasination of more-greed

Not that I want MORE:
I deserve MORE?
The MORE I care;
The MORE I deserve!
Of great benefit to the consumer.
A collection of mannequins.
I talk of control-barriers.
It speaks of initiative and its borders.
About time to converge.
In the spirit of maturity,
my operative response. . .
in self-gratification.
Just let me know if I've gone
too far - or not far enough
an accidental-hero.

I thank you

Reserve your judgment.
Judgment:
exists.
As judgment exists the reason
I exist; is of a psychological nature.
Why I exist -
is in judgment.
My judgment of
- a psychological nature.
To exist I reserve my
judgment!
Thank you?

Unrequired visits

Unrequired love?
The unexplained paranormal phenomenon!
A perfect '10'.
I came across the score;
of being %100 certain.
Uncertain of me in my time.
Perfect '10'.
100% certainty = Perfect '10'.
That initiative of not being judged for the score.
Certainty 100
Certainty = Perfect
I'm a 10.

Unquestioned motives

Strictly specified: the elementary impaired
dellusional tactics.
Its all been done before; that
drum - rolling
sound of
thunder?
To prove myself beyond a reasonable doubt!
To sit here.
To provoke rational thoughts.
To risk taking a chance.
To have been mistreated.
To bargain.
To negotiate.
To challenge.
To initiate.
(Unique perspectives)
To coordinate.
To conspire.
To conceal the truth.
To arrange what I will not allow
another to get away with something
personal about myself,
in not taking me for granted.
To be labelled insubordinate
without grounds for reason.
To be threatened with or without
punitive action.

I act before I think.

Tolerance is not an issue divided.

To facet ones element of agreement
in a desired state of consciousness.

From this distance which I exist,
in the courtesy of a medium,
I reference to the library catalogue.
In an book-named-with-attitude titled,
Meaning From Memory.
In discreet discretion.
Satisfactory-comfort.
My secular options are not open to
entitlement.
I make mine available, readily.

Being Fat for fear of having fasted.

I am in no such disadvantaged aching ear.
I listen to the rain fall.
I do not hesitate with reactionary response,
I will only act with patience in thought.
Thoughts of patient virtue.
Truth, the truth is all.
Truth, the truth is all one can desire I.
As I can do.

Not so powerful, dreaded in vain.
Not so robotic in its aptitude of wisdom.
Not so passionate a lie.
Not so sociopathic a heart-filled with fear, hate or anger.
The picture of a dreadful future.

Not so said I.
I say I.

Tutalage of a dream-like state

There is only one;
- of me that plays the look-a-like?
What if to dream tomorrow:
events that happened exactly as I
already have experienced, today!
You know the powerful-nature-of-today.
The kind where rules exist,
though is it possible to replicate
things as they were today. . .
and dream them exactly as they happened
in the dream I have tomorrow.
What would then be the point I ask myself.
I call it an educated guess,
that to dream of what I will do today
is to reveal itself exactly as I've experienced.
There would be no point to dream something I've
already experienced.

Within Reach Divine Heights

My drum beats;
with a fulfilled-lighter side of life?
My self-esteem is binocular.

Satisfactory Contingency Analysis - but not naive -

I leave myself to sarcasm?
Not once in my narrative do I!
I do not resort to sarcasm;
it is a great defense-mechanism.
Toast the perfect slice of bread:
that I feel like a kid again.
Where gains are made.
That I can resist in
not settling for less.
I've retained in no knowledge
from the apology of having
been applaused.

Happiness is a choice

Why is autonomy an important choice to make;
how perfectly time-crafted intellect?
In the direction of autonomy,
I need the experience,
in discretion of my own personal
credibility as an individual!
Meaningful to me is my sense of it.
To my dearest love, common sense.
'Hello.'
It is nice to meet you.
I've been around long enough to know
what common-sense is.
But I thought I was common-sense.
I know you are.
I know I am.
I like to think there is more to the truth
than meets the eye.
It has been a pleasure.
Likewise.
What is common sense?
Sincerely yours,
common-sense.
P.S. Nothing personal "only just"
strictly confidential. . .
- in this my paradise of justice. -
In my spiritual and physical realm of existence,
I have caused a great amount of diversity.
Not that I sufocate.

Label Warning

Believe me;
my autonomy does not
- entail shallowness!
You, make a cheap shot?
Allow myself to help you:
with the style of hair-cut I want.
I'm sitting in the Barber Shop,
taking deep breaths
and a vice grip squeezing the
pain away.
Instructing you how to
invite challenge
in a game of mouse-traps do.
Is that only you in the image
or just a piece of cheese
the mouse wants to snatch.
The last grape you want to crush
in your mouth between your teeth.
As I can feel the juice squishing
as it gushes and bursted with flavor.
Testing out my senses.

"Pick on somebody your own size"

I'm tired. But - tired in a good way. The past 5 years of my life has been a journey that I had to take. Fast forward to the present. . . I have a new journey in front of me? During that time I needed to change and I am aware of that road has lead me here. I had no idea what would become of me. Today, I can be thankful for Tanya. She has given me a reason - that otherwise - I wouldn't be able to feel good about myself again? Dare I say I hated myself? I don't know! The fact of the matter is I want to be who I am, and that it makes me proud to feel something positive about myself. The truth is - that the past 5 years serve as a reminder of what things have become for me now. No matter the outcomes of events as they did happen.

I remember so much good things involved in my life, and Tanya truly gives me part of that back.

In the Future of Discounts - A Noble Effort

In the future of me
fortune-telling;
it will not be
"my fault"
of -
a mortifying experience?

The precedent I've made
will already be
- discounted for me!

My sales-purchase
of vacation travel
will be up. . .
so high in fact
it goes through the roof.

In the future of my fortune-telling
adventures,
I will have wanted things
more than others.

My dreams, hopes, and desires
all kept alive.

Such a perfect time.

Now care-free and careful,
I take nothing for granted.

In the future of my fortune-
telling experience,
I shall behave prudent.

I'm ready to defeat the
cowardice of discontent.

What serves as a defining
reminder of my youth -
my old self,
to make the best of my
personal growth into adulthood.

You can judge me:
but you can't judge
my heart or my soul,
my will, and my character
if you tried.

Pretty and Ugly

The king of grapes;
monkey see: monkey do.
I do say?
A lot of things!
A baby in waiting.
Deliberately defecting
the do as I say
not as I do,
modeled for you.
Though not to starve,
saying as I do.

Timed Out

What is the secret;
to the act of an illusion,
suspicion, and auspice?
Whereas indignity has nowhere
in its place to hide itself from!
Nobody else thinks to whisper is
from the heart.
That insatiable need of desire:
boundaries collapse.
Insult my intelligence and please hurry.
I will not allow it.
I'll let me be the judge.
Does that make you an amazing person,
that helps in not losing sleep.
I will let myself be the judge.
In no moral disregard.
I am not going to worry
about the weight, guilt, or gravity
of emotional reaction
as I am generally aware in offending,
thanking, and appreciating
of people.
Worthy of my intentions.
I will let me be the judge.
In this the context of an execution of my style,
is quite extrodinary.
That I check the time,
not upon wearing my watch,
not to be in
have I feeled threatened.

Prediction Aroused Ethics: Lassez Faire

It is my predicition;
that reveals such thoughts -
are made to break new ground.
In achieving the higher plain of travel.
Perhaps, the dogma that pervades such
inconsiderate ideals?
I know what I believe in.
I know what not to believe.
On my isle of broken dreams.
That all good things must come to an end,
as they say about one big lie
after which everything else is true.
How noble of you!
The fact I knew how you will act:
required my thoughts exactly.
Exactly that.
A demonstrated knowledge for awareness.
That which I seek.
Awareness demonstrates
knowledge taught
esoteric of the
blind leading the blind
in awareness.
Of an awareness
gone blind in
language.
Leaving next to little - not -
to be desired.
Only a truly unique
sense of instinct
senses timing.
The judgment of
divine inspiration
required.
Intuitively selected
of a pscyhic altitude
of an infallible welfare.
I make no apologies,
in material propositions
I've dug through in time.
All on the course of safer objectives,
that not only in thought require
extreme justification.
Insubordinate boundaries.

Rubber Duck

It is a cruel routine;
my tour of duty.
- I meet no
shadow? -
The stool pigeon:
A rubber chicken.
Rubber duck.
Cat-fish.
Gold-fish.
Potato Head.
A mature temptation.
In why children
desire toys.
To play with!
Of no primitive quality.
Of no punitive immoral
inequality.
Or - impartial explanation
that categorically exclude
confidence.
I exude my rationale,
tempered.
No plot to kill the remedy.
No pride swallowed
with dragon-monkeys
flying out your rear-end.
Such spoiled in dignity I pamper myself with.
An innocence that if at first you don't succeed,
you try and try again.

Falling in the rain

I deserve the element of surprise?
A trapeze artist walking the tight-rope;
I've been unmistaken!
Not for fear:
I fall.
I have been implicated.
It is imperative that I manifest,
age comes with wisdom,
- not, that it's the other way around. -
Not in contesting the obvious.
I need a new plan
for no fear of falling
into the genies bowl.
Much little more is left
to be desired.
No less than it is of
a privilege.
This gift an epistemology.
The freedom of right in
my thought.
When I collapse from the brink of disaster,
I know what I do not believe in.
The best paper-made boat afloat,
on my isle of broken dreams.

Competitive Designed Advantage

It is history I confess.
That all equal are born.
A historical confession I feel.
That perfume bottle. -
Love is all I need;
a character of distinction.
Fat that chance:
- welcome to the unknown?
Let's call it even!
In dividends elephant's dung,
paid in full.
Far from danger.
No little a lie too big or small.
A run in the marathon I on an elephant's
back. . .
not while sipping on iced-tea lemonade.
Perverted black-mail,
I reach for no ritual in hazing.
This expendient I have been.
Lately, my allegation.
The method is the medium,
I say it just right.
There is no confusion I've heard,
that has done no wrong.
The source of my detection.

This bright new year
is given me
to live each day with zest.
To daily grow and try to be
my highest and
my best!

Self Inflicted Victory Lap

Wrong or right,
the voice I feel
in my distance;
can only learn 'not'
to outgrow itself.
Trying not to explain
a losing-interest you
cannot help make go
away?
Of a love and devotion!
The importance of
paying a price:
worth empty spaces.
Not that underestimated,
attention to detailed
perception.
Perfect in timing.
That I have made this -
a lasting invaluable
- impression.
I chage my kiss.
Of no knowledge incomplete.
The timing is perfected.
Of no incomplete knowledge.
An incompatible challenge of
'no shoes' too big or small to fill in.
Of a mental uniformity.
Of a uniform mentality
that I model for.
Immune to all secular
dexterity from irregularity,
the "irregular" therapy of
religion into being next-religious.
I profit from the truth.
I compliment my manual
dexterity, most almost
often certain.
I tell of my youth,
I present an imagery.
Of my own nature.
Not disowned.

The Satisfaction of Enlightment

The enlightenment of my satisfaction has found a higher plain. I revisit my adventure in the form of a meta-physical nature. What I'm discussing here is meant to provide an answer to the question: what is enlightenment? That is quite a loaded question to answer! However, I'll try. As the words in that famous song, "I can't get no - " is what the Rolling Stones called it? I am not convinced "the best" or perhaps some would argue "the greatest" rock band in the history of music. Enlightenment, is a journey into the depth of one's spirit-energy. Although, "spirit" and "energy" imply separate things, both co-exist, combine, and therefore qualify as one. In other words what I validate as enlightenment requires discipline, synnergy, and above all copesthetic. In other words, enlightment is the cause for our inner-beauty as well as our own existence in the universe. Without enlightenment, man is cohersed into being his outer-self of which himself or no other has no control over.

In the assembly of time, I think of myself as a mechanic. What are the parts that construct my whole inner, outer, and spirit-energy and what are its mechanics?

I face to the direction of a flower, and imagine the moonlit sky where stars roam freely. The sun is a symbol of prosperity in my lifetime. As weak as rain in mystery lives.

On the above phrase, notice I've created a syllogism: I end it with a category of rain-falling. Rain, above all the senses feels as if a cleansing is taking place. Without the rain, there is no cleansing of the soul, and without cleansing there is no mystery.

It is the metaphor of mystery, not time, or place that contains life. It is the content of rain in the mystery that one can achieve true enlightenment, belief, and ingenuity.

Enlightenment, is almost more often confused with believing you can magically, or unceremoniously not obey, or confess through power or will. Without metaphorically believing in yourself as a pilgrim to a higher source, being, and prayer the soul cannot be cleansed. The soul is trapped as though it cannot escape. Enlightment, is more to do with the sacrifice of desiring not the things we want to have, such as material, but in order to achieve a spirit-energy. . . once I confess that I shall not bare false witness against myself. In return, I have made a sacrifice not to disown the things that I fear make me weak. I can feel the rain fall down on me.

There is commitment to enlightenment that contributes to everything that exists in the universe. It compels me to believe in myself. Without such self-affirmation, there is only contentment in proposing the truth that makes me stronger. It makes me a survivor to be benefited.

Determination, or as I mentioned - to will - enlightenment does not travel. People in general, or in popular culture see "will power" as their only source for being enlightened. Sadly, unless those in that group continue to disown their true spirit-energy, they will not experience happiness. It is a rule of thumb when avoiding such proposters, that true-believers keep an ear to the ground, our hearts open, and eyes focused as our spinal cords erect!

I would like to speak of a story that reminded me of something. Not to long ago, New Years Eve to be exact. . . (in fact the Rolling Stones were playing in the background.) I went to a restaurant with a group of my girlfriends closest friends. In the chorus of the Rolling Stones, the song struck a chord with me per se; I had no intention of using this as a pun. I felt like it was raining in the restaurant, and I began to share this moment with everyone there. How lucky I was to be there with all of these people!

The moral of the story is why I felt success in that moment of enlightenment. It was a moment of truth. One of purity. Something about that night, I know, I did not disown myself.

During the course of our conversation, while I was seated waiting for our appetizers, I began to recall a time I was cast as an background performer for a local movie being shot. As I finished the story, I felt a presence throughout the entire experience. To my discreet audience, my girlfriend loved hearing me account my story. The second girl thought I 'rambled', when I thought about what she meant, and her point was absolutely correct!

The girl who reminded me of my 'rambling' is my girlfriends sister. What I did when telling the story, was how I remembered the actor who was playing the part of Jesse James assasin. In the scene I was playing background, I was an audience member. The actor: Casey Affleck was a character who had shot and killed Jesse James execution style. Casey Affleck's character in the film was not as popular in the audiences opinion of Jesse James excutioner theatre talent. Casey Affleck was only playing the character, who couldn't act.

As I told the story involving my moment in that scene, it took me back to the time and place of the action being done. That is why I sounded as though I was rambling, because, I thought about the moment of the scene I was in!

When my girlfirends sister stated I was 'rambling' it was brilliant! I felt the rain coming down, and as it came down with a force, I come through with my own enlightened beauty!

The third person who is a friend of my girlfriend offered me a test. The test she gave. I answered. Then she smiled back.

The answer I responded, was 'yes.' To her answer, I was asked something about Casey Affleck. Her questioned wasa regarding whether or not, "Was he a nice man."

Yes. I replied. Yes.

Nicole smiled.

I felt the rain.

I loved it.

Last Year's "Lab-report"

If there's one thing I honestly can submit about the previous 2006 year? I would have my plunger ready. There's not much I would care to edit about last year. However, I imagine why an anti-virus might come into some practical use. The source of such "2006-viruses" caused me to breakfree of. From the year 2006, a lot of change has been made, some progress, and developments. Working at Safeway is a 'new-job' that I played in. Aside from being cast as a stable-boy, there isn't much there for me to offer, but, I nonetheless provided my services with successfully facing the challenge. As I see it: I graduated from University and made some new found productivity. Safeway is only a hurdle; I shall overcome in 2007. What I need in the future is what I want! Not working at Safeway has achieved any of it. Perhaps, Safeway is the source for bad-luck. . . as in making a marriage proposal right before the New Year arrives? Such would be the case. The syllogism would look like this: If 'x' asks 'y'. Then not 'x'. Therefore, not 'y'. The legend is that 'x' = 2006, 'y' = 2007, and not such good fortune. I find that Safeway do not retail in the mystery of good-luck charms, total the misery of adverse conditions. I do not refuse a slice in return for the history of sedation. Stressed-free in relief.

Consciousness survives the death of the brain?

What is the theory of consciousness about? Since I have been with Tanya, so much of the contentment I've experienced has been a continuation of growth in our relationship. What happiness reveals to me is influenced by such love. I feel less and less threatened, if I were aware, that my life revolves around fear. There is no such thing that prevents me. In doing so, my entire life seems like memories in a large abyss of poses with a magnifying-glass. In my life the true nature of memories has great personal reward. This is my pyramid. No loss in time I gained spending it.

Let the New Year begin

I'm up! I'm up! The first post for the year of 2007. I suppose that is the purpose of New Years Eve? That in knowing you were naked before midnight struck. New Year's fails as it always has. . . that is to say it is not what you would think. This year was different, because everything you can say happened in 2006 is now history. The new found year ahead can change your fortune. It was a New Year to remember for me. I spent my New Year with Tanya, 2 of her closest friends, and Tamara her sister. We ate like Kings, and when our bellies became happier from the non-stop chewing of food, we welcomed 2007 with a resounding tummy-ache. I'm not quite being sarcastic.

Not so much I can resist when it comes to good food, the heart is a happy place I find when I am with people that genuinely care to be a part of the sharing ritual.

However, as I enter this new year - 2007 has taught me how much wiser I have grown.

I like to believe that being part of the workforce is me doing myself a favor, as opposed to the corporation, that I'm aware. When working as a Safeway clerk is not my dream-job, I've given myself the opportunity to see the kind of person I truly am. I can prove to myself, that the corporation does not adopt me, and I do not endorse the corporation myself as an employee. The truth is, I am valuable because of who I am as person. I am an ambassador, not for the company, but for my own. This fuels me to realize how much better I can be.

When I look back in time, I can exhibit thoughts that control what I am in the present moment. Nothing else matters. Therefore, I do not need "my job" employed with Safeway. . . Safeway needs me!

Furthermore, having Tanya as my girlfriend has allowed me to demonstrate my endurance as a challenge. It is how I compare my relationship to those that have no substance on the same level, and more obvious than not might I add. It gives me the strength to truly see through as though the opposing forces that work in other relationships do not account for. The properties or priorities that influence the meaning of a true relationship will be destroyed in the future.

My Teeth are Gems

Now that I know I am not blind?
A love elluding to the same hyporisy;
I do not:
care about.
I expect to enjoy;
where the wind blows.
Its pressing needs.
Undertaking the task
of no voluntary withdrawal.
My spirit is alive and well!
My dental work is flawless.
My floss is to benefit.
Talent wise my lips of fire and ice.
That perfect identity,
I have made intentionally.
A tent pitched beneath a sky filled with stars.
Provocative stoic.
I lied about the
truth.
You hate me because
I'm beautiful.

Quality Weight Picked

To see me cry
is no way to be,
sad about nothing.
Volunteer.
I know.
I volunteer my awareness.
I know not what makes
you look bad.
Is hardly worth it.
There is something to be
said for this affiliation
of wisdom I have
had.
Open up to me -
show me how.
What I feel.
Addicted to my lifetime of
such carefully placing selection for:
to execute, achievment, and excellence.
I look to where the time has gone.
The past, I love myself much more better than before.
As I raise my standards higher then afraid or frightened of.
Through and through.
Changes.
No paradise found, - not lost in the fear of it.
My many decisions are made. . . were best.
I'll tell
you what not
to do as you
should trust
me now.
I, to act as
though knowing of
unbreakable threads
or unspeakable acts
of parished habit.
I'm stuck but not moving
up nor down,
going nowhere
sunk in air-tight volume.
Tempted, that I pause and
reflect for something
new, exciting, and
outgoing spread with
intrigue.

A Desperate Withdrawal: The Gypsy Alternative

This romance is non-refundable.
Feeling the fear to do it anyway.
A stone-cold sensitivity;
of a misfortune told.
That I took my attention
undivided upon.
Not unrequited of condition
or bribery sought: strayed
in mustard sauce.
Stacked, busted,
turned loose -
apprehended in thought of
panic.
Packed with anxiety.
I haven't lost my touch.
Confirmed and conformed
as a safe individual
fallen sound asleep
a night.
Do not weep for the
assassin, but only
because of the
protective condescending
voice.
No less ignorant than that like
a hotdog strayed in mustard sauce.
Watch me bite!
I bit it whole?
Each morsel followed another
bite, then another. . .
- more and more.
This passion for hunger, -
and my appetite of no false inhibitions.

Bread Made in the History of Mankind

To break free from no irregular humility,
unless the rain it pours in need.
The health of my true character.
Permission never becomes granted
through lives of "the saints".
There is a thin blue:
light - you turn both
on and off.
The flick of a-switch is there!
That I refuse
to cut myself short; -
over fascism?
Like the request for a weather vain
pointed in direction
of blue skies.
Testing greed
- taking it back
directly to the
source of opinioned
information.
Each breath I consume
myself, with no lost
sense of self-respecting
nature.
That life is not uninvited.
That life is not made of Alice
in Wonderland "pop up"
fairy tales without the thunder of pouring
rain.
Decensitized endings.
That the tea-party has no end,
in thoughts of cheating thunder.
That life is not made
of Alice in Wonderland
"pop up" fairy tales, decensitized
end in thoughts.
That life is not made
of Alice in Wonderland
"pop up" fairy tales end in death.
My melancholy waltz.
To break free from no irregular humility,
unless it pours rain there is a story.
Decenstized end in thoughts,
that life is not made of Alice in Wonderland
"pop up" fairy tales no end in death.
I save no secrets as I share to generalize
nothing. . . I care about.
Decensitized end in thoughts,
that life is not made
of Alice in Wonderland
"pop up" fairy tales
. . . that unless it pours rain for.
No secrets I will save with the size of
King Kong in the rain.
I will save no secrets with King Kong,
disguised wearing a fake beard and glasses.
The sights and sounds of feeling rain drops,
pour down on me
as they are dripping wet beaded off
the bridge of my nose-tip.
A perfect storm of clouds.
I will save no secrets,
of cheating thunder for the rain.
I do not believe in fairy-tales,
Alice in Wonderland "pop-up" art
without it raining.
Nothing is there.
There is nothing.
There is nothing there.

Off The Record: A narrated joke

10 cents for the next
sequence of events,
is to be placed
into the tin can
seated next to me?
Cling-clank!
Culture without a plumber;
is like life without:
the cookie-jar.
I have found new meaning;
involved?
I'm through without pretending!
My willing explanation -
a big-wet-white
lie.
This fabulous sense
of humor that provokes
interest, persuades, and
convinces me.
A polite - pleasant - smile.

On my horse. . . because I feel sad

Maturity has always been an issue for me. I suppose that is the truth? However, as I admit how time has been since I wrote my previous entry. I believe as I approach the age of 30 - have my beliefs changed? What influence do I have now that I've transformed into who I am today?

Perhaps, I dug myself a hole. A hole so deep, the test was to get back out of it? Perhaps, my only refuge was to bury the deepest parts of me and uncover them in seclusion - which lead to my serious bout of depression - and the walls around me were to shield how insecure I became. Isolation was not the answer!

Through all of this I am still alive. However, I did not bury my spirit. With my spirit I refused to give up.

What worried me most of all, is through the age of 20-present where has the time gone? (Which refers to my previous entry titled: 'Role-model'. . . ).

Certainly, my mind-body-spirit connection is essential for me. What this comes down to - is giving myself credit. How far I've come means something. Which is what everything I questioned in this message boils down to. I cannot forget that.

Dr. Gordon taught me about being a better 'horse-rider', and how I've fallen - whether it be making mistakes - or emotionally. I suppose this is one of those times, especially due to my habit of beating myself up - or changing the negative thoughts that affect how I feel impact me personally.

Tanya has noticed how I make decisions effect her as well.

I believe I can make the necessary solutions with courage, I cared to generalize most of what I feel here. These are not 'solutions' per se, but help me define some of what this means. It's self-talk. A method of healing-therapy. Again, as I already mentioned, something Dr. Gordon gave me advice on. To reienforce my positive thoughts as I regard facing my negative thoughts.

I've been doing is what develops into more and more progress being made. That's the most important thing.

I really enjoyed Christmas with Tanya this year, and she's planned to involve me in her Traditional Ukranian Christmas celebrations. She also begins her job in the new year with Carpathia Credit Union come 2007!

In every respect, this year has been hard. My aunt passed away, and her birthday was Decemeber 26. I graduated from university - 2006.

Recently, we had Christmas at home. I found out about a wedding engagement. Part of the problem is how my maturity plays a part in the picture. When I stop and think honestly about myself, I find, how despite my feelings toward the person(s) engagement. . . I am happy for them. I also feel, despite my feelings, I'm not perfect per se. However, the Christmas I had this year means little with the loss of my aunt, but my family came together with strength and compassion. The other side to this being neglect that I felt from the person(s) wedding who's mom who was invited to spend Christmas with us. It seemed apparently awkward. For some reason, this persons who's family we adopted traces back a decade in coming to our house for Christmas-time. Imagine my disappointment to see a person reveal a secret that I would think makes the average person happy to be around. . . but I digress.

The trouble is based not on what I saw but the truth in what I describe reveals much more about what's beneath the layers. I hold back nothing.

Therefore, when I direct my feelings to something, I suppose the wedding being announced was no big deal. What became evident, although in this instance is strictly intuitive, I felt alienated by the person(s) reaction did not make sense to me.

It appeared to me in hindsight, that the reason the person was in attendance had ulterior motives. It was as though, it no longer mattered that my family 'adopted' the people not as strangers. However, it felt totally sureal to me. It became as though the purpose these people were spending Christmas only appeared as orphans, or more like vagabonds announcing that Little Orphan Annie from the musical was adopted into Mr. Warbuck's Estate. It was truly disgusting to bare witness. Instead, with thier idea of Christmas-charity the musical they were invited to attend replaced the original Annie, accordingly behaved as if waiting to hear the evil chorus of, "The Sun Will Come Out. . . Tomorrow, Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow. . . " followed by the Christmas-wish that they'd be on their way because they couldn't wait to visit Daddy Warbucks invasion of abandoned nursing orphans. They had a new home to go to I suppose. Not that ours wasn't built just as good enough, it just conveniently became an afterthought, since some compare living large during the holidays is better in a mansion. Come to think of it, lest we forget the survivors of 'Tsunami.' In retrospect, they decided to behave like nursing-orphans wanting to hear the chrous of, "Tomorrow - Tomorrow I Love You. . . Tomorrow." as if yearning to. That they hardly couldn't wait to see Daddy Warbucks on Broadway in New York City. The time is close to midnight, we have lift-off, "You're only a day away. . . ". All flights bound for New York are now being cancelled.

The real reason I self-actualize this is to stress a far more important idea. This Christmas illustrated how good the presence of these people proved to me, that my feelings truly are spiritually connected to gods will during this time of peace. It brought a whole new concept and meaning of goodwill for me.

This Christmas brought to light why I love. That I am a beautiful person. I thank god for my mom, dad, and sister. I am blessed to truly have a decent person that loves me and I love her back in our place we gather. We call our country 'home.'

The narration of a role model

Or is it 'not' the role model of a narration? The role model of a narrator answer to the narrator of its role model, but I must digress in thought, because the cost of living in such risk-taking is like a venom that makes me relax. You hear the thought, not before its happened, and because of its venom like state in apparatus, then it strikes you like a vampire in around the neck. Its target is of vile deformity, the venoms bile broods on the open flesh of the wound. (Need you be reminded that this discussion, about narration no-less, is being brought to you by the narration, of the narrators voice. Now, is it the narration or the narrator deciding its course? There is the thought! The thought! The cause of the action.)

Like a mental relapse, the narration has struck its victim yet again with the notion of simplicity, our narrator.

Here I am! Mr. Narrator without a face, and only a label to my name. Yes - yes I am the narrator in fact. How do I know?

You have a face and use the word 'I' in its application of the use of its word 'I'. As in: 'I' the narrator, have to tell you, the narration, better yet we've established my own constitution. Something like the magna charta with a twist of fate in royal decree. Crown me as King. The King - is not dead. The King is alive with a voice, and he strikes of venom that makes the narrator relax in completing the narration of events. The "King" the "narrator" or King Narrator has been taught a lesson in the art of narration. Connected a form of the narrating in the kingdom of narration that its constitution has given a name. KING NARRATOR!

Narrator the King has established much of the same personality as in the narration.

Dearest King Narrator: I have addressed this letter to you in the effort to convince if not persuade you - I mean myself - to sell me clues, buy me vowels. Thank-you. Sincerely yours, the narration. P.S. I meant to state "Yours sincerely, the narrator."

Take care of your imagination.

No, I'll work on it. The old ball and chain routine, or purely skin and bones. How it all began was with a shovel, which I now can tell from all accounts I have been born again, reborn, now this time I return as a Zombie. Apparently, King Narrator's narration took a turn for the best of 'I' the narrator's chosen profession. What is that? You mean my profession? Yes, a confession is required of it from you the narrator's narration. Of course! I mean to ask you what you think of my newly found Zombie. The emperor has new clothes, so the saying goes, or at least that's what they keep telling everyone isn't it. Yes, of course - King Narrator - has now become known to us all as a narration being told by a narrator disguised as a Zombie back from the dead.

Precisely.

And now for the intermission; something of interfering quality. We call it comedy. Ca-ca in the poo-poo. Enough is enough. Now where were we?

Now tell me something, back to the story of how did you actually unearth the Zombie. It is exciting. Apparently.

I tried to bury the King Narrator, the narration is somewhat prophetic as time will tell - or in the King Narrator's case - time heals all wounds. Clever that King Narrator. Yes - very.

The time of King Narrator's demise into the ground, lest we forget, although I was still alive, was a matter of learning what I needed as a narrator in the narration, thus the disguise is only one that I act as a Zombie so to speak, in other words, my costume isn't really there. Quite frankly, I didn't want the costume, nor have I earned it, it feels as though people commited a suicide on behalf of the King Narrator. It was not the King Narrator that buried the narration. - Right on.

The spot of the King Narrator's burial is unknown to most, the mystery is in the words and only the words can plot to where the treasure-map leads us. Symbolically hidden, not trivial, meaningless nonetheless powerful. We're talking about what, here? Metaphor's for the period the King's Narrator's narration was lost. It was during the time King Narrator travelled to university in his home city. The narrator lived on Bannatyne Ave. while attending the University of Winnipeg.

Through the time he spent learning, thought provoking though sometimes teary-eyed, people lost faith in the King Narrator's ability to perform as himself. Now, the Zombie is narrating the story on behalf of King Narrator.

This is good proof of everything that's been told in the story indeed. Not a word of a lie or fallacy detected using Venn Diagrams.

You could call this narration 'genius'.

Not exactly a narrator's narrating style per se.

Therefore, the connection has been made, of course it has, why have you finished the story? Nothing is left untold to the reader, and all the points lead us to the cause of the narrator's narration of events. That is good enough for me.

During what course in time did the story begin to change, that the King Narrator unfolded its map made in time, Zombie decided to heal. Through the history between the time Zombie became buried alive, came back from the dead, explained the King Narrator's narration of the story, and then, returned to its place in the plot to resurrect our King Narrator who is now known in the narration as the former, born now reborn again narrator.

Quite common-sense the narrator's views.

The Perfected Reflex

Time is of reflection. The reflection is of time to mankind in a history of actions, only once repeated. To make sense of what we recover throughout the course of time, a history of actors in various positions may occur. This is often the thought process of passage through the labyrinth of intent, or what we can think of on the basis of persuasion in a conscious idea of 'ours' = yourself. Therefore, the same actor you witness in life is how time occurs. You are time itself? You are the cause!

In this obvious crash-course in how you made your identity is referred to as existentialism. (The key word being 'referred'.) The interest in time, is of a method that speaks of identity.

Since the time you are made; you were born an infant. That is to say you were born to create a series of models with hats. For example: different hats suit your personality type, that nothing is indifferent to. Your type(s) of personality requiring you is the time you have spent recovered since wearing diapers.

When I think of the elements necessary, questions may emerge, such questions are asked. What do you want? What will you do to get there? - Anything it takes. What have you done to get where you are? - Everything I've done. What are you going to do now? - Ask me another question.

All of this reminds me of truly being myself. The person I am, refers to when I see my dad smiling, because my dads smile helps remind me of good things about me. My father's smile tells me that whatever I've done, something I did was right about it. I was me.

In the interest of imperfection, what I generally believed others may negatively portray, I used to neglect about myself. My enemies became my greatest allies, and my fears, I could embrace. . . as though intoxicating. This becomes a matter of being renewed of the sense in my self-esteem, which is an issue of importance.

You cannot trace a sense of high or low self-esteem, in fact, you must take the time to plug and unplug the prestige involved with the soul.

I am free to be myself as a result of my inner and outer beauty, which can emmanate the entire body in both opening my mind and fulfill me spiritually as well. The will to intensify how much energy you examine with and investigate the truth regarding personal issues with yourself changes over periods of time.

My investment is one of greater satisfaction, morally, physically attuned to the challenge of each and every opportunity I create for myself in the universe.

Seduced from the Introduction

Shock me.
Feel me.
Touch me.
The monkey off my back.
Tell me.
Assure me.
The monkey off my back.

Candy Cane Lane

Holding hands
to the -
train ride.

This plot of revenge
and anxiety is no
friend of mine.

I take care in
making my decisions
that matter.

Trusting the narrative element
is an assembly through time,
choosing between perjury and patronage.

A philosophy of learning.

How I have changed.

Counter intuitive are for
those who do not know
any better to surprise.

I shall not forget nor regret.

Like fine antique china:
unbreakable -
I enjoy the finer
- things in life.

Its been phenomenal.

Its been a wonderful
premonition - and even
better to follow.

My middle name is status,
boss of no planet.

While nothing can eclipse
the nature of my soul,
my spirit, my humanity
may reveal.

As the victim stops to
keep an expected role,
none will anticipate it.

I slayed the beast;
within me,
trapping the monsters shadowy
figure.

As I transformed
to become itself. . .
a tower of thoughtful power.

What am I - but not
if gods own mercy
my poetic will for survival.

For those that practice
martyrdom, the concept
of evil lives without
peace.

I am not a sinner to confess of it.

Martyrdom is a dogma in
the false belief of fortune.

An inherent evil - I will not adopt.

No less than I care
for an apology.

I am attracted only
to the source of
an energy.

I consume myself with
no need, want, or the
desire in being refused.

How I love to gaze
at sparkling star-lit
night skies.

How it lifts and
propels me, my
heart swollen wide.

Streched out, and open spirit.

Aboard the pirate ship,
he who walks the plank
will plunge into the depth.

Condescending and immature,
martyrs will not deny
they have fallen out of
favor or obey the
rules of god.

The rule of god alienates every
martyr as mortals.

Therefore, in martyrs
immortality does not materialize.

Martyrs are of false witness
to god, baring no resemblence
in the challenge of gods will,
charity, or in sacrifice.

I am not a martyr.

I do not believe in martyrs.

A true believer sees what the
martyr cannot face, the martyr
runs to hide behind = from facing its fear
of god as
deathly.

Like a revolt
leading the revolution
. . . a rebellious band of hippies,
tribal groups, that refuse issues of conformity,
like martyrs guess
they have nowhere to turn
live upon as though an "educated-lie"
entitles them with privilege to act
as if god cannot exist
in the universe known
to man.

I will wager against a dragon-
dressed-to-kill, in my
wager I will win.

This sound I hear, if you
listen to me, is a song of fire
I release.

Eternity: has a perfect pulse!

God is independant of
virtue = requires
"group feeling"
mixed with prayer,
blended in hope.

It is easy to be yourself,
why martyrs simply look
like jerks?

Rent-to-own

Yesterday, I discussed the purpose of Christmas. Today, I propose the same type of discussion. Since the latest 2006 Christmas has officially come to a close, my alter-ego takes precedent, to weigh in on future prospects. I am tired of the anti-fashion Christmas followers pretend to exhibit. Perhaps, I am thinking of a time when things in my worldview of life were different? (However, I digress but I must make the narration something that keeps on topic.) Many who are ignorant to the spirit this season brings, that there are so few that unplug from the reality - then recall what happened - only to plug back into it. In other words, the reality generally speaking. . . you must first be unplugged, be willing to accept the time of year in terms of the holiday spirit, of course, unless most people stay plugged in without ever unplugging themselves for reflection from the jovial and festive promises all to expect of it. So many people mistake the latter as a "family for rent" or attend the "church for hire" as many Christmas followers do. After all, if not during Easter, religion has something to do with Christmas sometime along the way! None of this is not all that important.

After Christmas

Today is like any other day - only better because of Christmas. I gave Tanya a gift of the perfume she wanted. I had heard from my sister that the perfume is the same as my godmother wore.

I also realize, how much I've become less superstitious toward those that do not believe in Christmas?

The story of good will about Scrooge who was a man of enthusiasm as "Christmas past", then as "Christmas present" and "Christmas Future". . . in some untold mystery of its true meaning. Scrooge, might dictate how the carossel of emotions combine his lack of mystery in real life. The moral of the story itself is about why Christmas has such 'mystery' for many who care to celebrate it. Unlike Scrooge, the true hero identifies with Scrooge in order to define what characterizes Christmas can only be done as Scrooge renews his mystery that explores what Christmas really signifies. Perhaps, Scrooge although not 'himself' per se acts as the solution to those that lack clarity to act.

Such a story reminds me of how lucky I am to be here with my family, my sister Marta and our parents. This year, Tanya helped me remind myself of this important time of year.

I do see how special Christmas is for some people though not most would care to admit. I'm thinking about how for others unlike Scrooge fail to commit to any amount of significance behind the spirit of Christmas. Therefore, for people that fail to act like Scrooge forget what Christmas truly means.

I suppose it is easy to overlook such people that neglect the spirit of Christmas, create their own world-views see it as a fairy-tale without considering the value of how Christmas is typical of finding Scrooge.

This year, I found my Scrooge. It is a process of renewal.

It is a step forward.

There are those that will displace the meaning of Christmas, strictly adopt the rules of consumership "marketing Christmas" as though it mirculously or magically saves them. These people (as there are many) fail to find Scrooge as the kind of thinking it takes to be in the spirit of Christmas.

As we joined together at my parents house on Bannatyne, I discovered how little others have learned in identifying with Christmas. Instead, from forming a type of purpose thought, "Christmas is here - it only comes once a year." It was sad to see. I also found out how naive people associate Christmas with tradition, escape into their own warped cacoons and prefer to celebrate with racoons rummage through garbage? Like I said, this was said to see. The truth is, it did not - it will not - spoil what I've been taught. That is the key.

You cannot change the world, unless you decide to be the difference maker. I was proud to be with my family and know the Christmas I have inside.

Last week, when I attended a Christmas gathering, the entire atmosphere was neglected of anything that Christmas for me is about. Now, a week later those same people were supposed to meet us for Christmas.

As we gathered earlier in the day, we discovered that one of those who were supposed to attend declined the invitation. We can call him The Scrooge.. The Scrooge decided to make a marriage proposal to "the future" Mrs. Scrooge. However, this is not to be confused with as a story about Christmas. Remember this as a story about ignorance. Mr. Scrooge might have proposed, but he'd never have the full-meaning of what Christmas actually means. The Scrooge is in a world divided without the meaning of Christmas. Therefore, he feels as though he exists bigger than Christmas. In fact, he chose to propose in New York because the present - to be future - Mrs. Scrooge actually believes that she's bigger than Christmas too.

I realize that for the Scrooges of the world, have no concept of the word Christmas or for that matter what it fails to demonstrate. As for the future Mr./Mrs. Scrooge, they'll always be obsessed with the rest of the worlds Scrooges.

I can honestly say, my house is A Scrooge-Free Zone.

Amen. ~

If only indiscretion

The name says it all;
no threat in what I honor!
The best?
On such short periods of rain.
In both worlds: the best of both worlds.
No threat in what I honor.
You cannot control others decisions vs.
those which of are hardly worth it.
How the fire burns as I turn,
changing in time.

Permission Slipped

When I think of something with vulgarity:
I laugh out loud as if it's funny but not -
false in its reality.
Fake - fake?
It might have something to do with;
off-chance something makes you feel badly about yourself.
However, it only feels like something awkward has happened!
Take it easy - but take it.
The fact you've been taken for granted,
isn't meant to amuse me.
Disrespect and perjury.
My beauty is inconspicuous -
inauspicious this reaction.
No secret is there.

Purging Test

Once you keep trusting me;
the volume increases.
Once you make me a habit,
the speed increases.
Once you make me natural,
the presentation becomes perfect.
The method of a science in natural selection,
divine intervention.
And the revelation of time,
my permission.
My decision for a freer inspiration.
There is no secret to success,
its only key is in the discipline to honor such truth -
of eternity.
- Reject.

Paralyzed Threshold

The need to accomplish something is life,
is not limited by;
but limited to those that often give advice -
need it most?

Cabbage Rolls of a failed ambition

This Christmas I see my mom doing what she's always done since I've known her. . . my mom will keep giving everything she has to give. Tanya, is inviting me to attend this Chirstmas Eve after I work at her house. I think this is the most I've ever wanted. It reminds me of Cabbage Rolls, you can only want more of them they're so good!

Not in saving face

The passion of choices:
choices!
Symbolic of models in turn.
I indulge;
in the love for chocolate.
I haven't lost track of time.
Despised, by the way you've acted.
Aren't you a sight for sore eyes.
Am I over-reacting,
unplugged from vanity.
My misdirected anger a
- purity of the heart is to will one thing. -
For old time sake.

Greatness lies not in being strong. But in the right use of strength. - Henry Ward Bucher

In the new year

I have decided to seek full time employment and quit working at Safeway. The progress shall continue as I 'zero' in - in search of another opportunity suited to my personal goals.

Intelligence is the presence of virtue not of thought. - I wrote this phrase about 10 years ago. It meant the same thing then as it does now, only its meaning has changed in me.

An emmanation of no sour grapes

A lot of ammunition doesn't exactly make a defenseless person stronger. As was the case of an ugly greedy man and the blinded woman.

Nearly 5 years ago you'd have thought, "How special of the blinded woman to give such false impression of herself. She'd almost make you believe she's blinded." It was around that time,
the ugly greedy man became seduced.

About 5 years after you see an ugly greedy man and the blinded woman without any remorse for their actions.

It reminds me of where all the time has come: not where-has-it-gone? You begin to realize how much time has played an important role in your own life. That while those others haven't a clue about what it means to actually see!

What this tells you is that through the emancipation of your own nature. It is a lens. You are able to see what others cannot. That is truly a gift you possess.

That throughout that time you have become something worthwhile, not outspoken, but thought-provoking in your intellect.

As the story begins to unfold for both the greedy ugly man and the blinded woman it ends in tragedy for both of them.

You know how it feels, what it means to see - everything. Unfortunately, as for the ugly greedy man and the blinded woman, they cannot - see - everything. It seems that as time moves on, it goes right past the blinded woman and the greedy ugly man. The story is without a plot. The blinded woman must move aimlessly throughout the story with a greedy ugly man. They have no recollection of the story, and in time they forget how to move within the story.

The tragic tale turned graphic, when the greedy blinded man had his eyes cut out and the blinded woman had her ears ripped off. The metaphor for each of these mutilations is regarding how the blinded woman took her hearing for granted. After all - if a blind person neglects to use their hearing - their one true source of gods gift - then she has lost meaning. As for the greedy ugly man, let him parish the thought of a life not worth living is a case of mistaken identity - as he acts condescending toward those around him for materialistic purposes. The blinded woman forgot how to hear, she cannot be guided by an ugly greedy man. Therefore, god took her ears away and gave them to someone far more capable of moving within the story.

Both of these inferior individuals, have no imagination, and even less character. Although, the purpose of this is to make certain - no matter how unsure - the ugly greedy man and the blinded woman have no place in the story. They both are figments of imagining spoiled or selfish endeavors, that remind us in the story how important the 'soul' is. The nature of the soul is in not "selling-out" per se to neither the ugly greedy man or the blinded woman. It is important to recognize these characters possess either false inhibitions. Its characteristically unproven of them that everyone else can see through it - with the exception of the blinded woman and ugly greedy man - make everyone else suffer for it. The moral of the story is that the characteristics the blinded woman and ugly greedy man possess are really what they are unable to see for themselves.

Amidst the element of surprise, the ugly greedy man is short-sighted and the blinded woman doesn't know everyone else realize how deaf she is.

None of this is entertaining for those others who can see.

As the blinded woman and the ugly greedy man are leaving, you can investigate some of the thoughts others are having. Such as those who were prevented from having fun, for example, begin to picture the ugly greedy man and the blinded woman naked. As opposed to when they entered the party, the ugly greedy man and the blinded woman never really showed up. They only arrived "fashionably late" considering they have no awareness of time within the story. It just goes to show you how tolerable people can be when they see those without natural defenses as we began this lovely story.

However, the thought of a naked ugly greedy and blinded woman will eventually wear off . They essentially serve no purpose in laughter, since they do not arouse the sense even - for a minute.

The truth is that the ugly greedy man and blinded woman are fully aware of how inept the others feel toward them. Yes, they actually choose to live their life the way they do. It is sad - very saddening in fact. It is that kind of knowledge that they lead others to believe they have defenses, and in doing so figure it impacts the rest of the group. How wrong of the poor old ugly greedy man and blinded woman.

An endearing message to the ugly greedy man and blinded woman such as, "Persias ser burro." - which from the Portuguese translates into - you are an idiot. That would be directed to the ugly greedy man. The blinded woman, for all her taste and pleasure, defends the ugly greedy mans honor - since he lacks the eternal spirit - or what the majority with masculinity call testicles. The blinded woman acknowledges how deaf she is of hearing, and chooses to ignore how mentally unstable she really is, and for that matter disguises herself. The blinded woman never had any interest in getting naked herself, because the blinded woman rather keep herself up on a pedestal. The blinded woman is blinded by evil for a reason - she masks herself in order to keep control of what any situation the blinded woman can manipulate. For example, "I don't intend to allow the ugly greedy man to speak for both of us, because we're equally as unattractive and unflattering. I can't hear and he looks horrible when he's naked. It balances out perfectly."

The ugly greedy man is seriously challenged. Perhaps it speaks to the contempt of most who are like the ugly greedy man, after all, in a room full of zealots how many would raise there hand if asked, "How many of you are bigots?" Then, the reply one might offer could be, "One too many." Which, is clearly the case between ugly greedy man and the blinded woman. Perhaps, it also speaks of a turkey dressed in costume, such as ugly greedy mans wardrobe, that the first thing out of the closet makes a turkey look like the oven is its only destiny.

As for the tragic ending to the story, ugly greedy man and the blinded woman boarded the earliest flight they could for New York. The Musicals off Broadway might intrigue the blinded woman and ugly greedy man, everybody knows that Musicals were only created as a result of charity. Most people who want to forget about the rest of the world should watch more musicals, since musicals are only made to inspire the desperate hollow space that ugly greedy man and the blinded woman have. Have fun in New York, but leave your greed at the door.

The best part is about the fact both ugly greedy man and the blinded woman enjoy masochists. As they each arrogantly cared for nothing ugly greedy man left to New York with a sulk behind the blinded woman who followed ugly greedy man not-so-grown-up pouty yet immature face.

The ambition of meaning

There was something about last night that really told me something? It did.

You can't 'change' anyone else!

The good news is: Tanya is about to embark on a new path as she starts her position working at a bank. I'm sure she'll learn quickly, since she's exceptionally smart.

It was about 5 years ago, when I first read the books titled, "Feel The Fear and Do It Anyway" and "Happiness Is A Choice". It was 5 years ago during the Christmas season, that around that time I realized how to value my true potential. From then on, the crystalization of my thoughts are caused.

My journey has taken a form recently, because, I've witnessed how little or insignificant people mistake ambition with greed.

Tanya possesses ambition, with honesty and a true sense of what success manifests.

Uniform mentality

Tomorrow I don't work again. Thank goodness. After tonight, I don't expect much of what I say next to be completely understood. This story is about a Christmas dinner I attended with my family. The rest of the story is in a context of how I felt being there.

I hadn't anticipated the evening as I thought I would. A person I despise, would be in attendance, and I'm only grateful Tanya came with me. It was about 5 years ago, I stopped my relationship and had enough of the alleged individual. I will never forget the last time I saw him. It was about 2 years ago, on my birthday, when he stood behind a friend of his acting as though 6 feet tall?

No matter how much I despised him then or now; my determination held firm. I would not spoil this evening by embarrassing myself or my family and especially not my girlfriend. After all, I do have dignity. My integrity is greater than the patience I need in proving anything of myself to a person not worthy of it. I demonstrated tolerance instead, and I think it showed. I examined my behavior the way I believe it meant that it leaves dogma.

I acted myself, without overreacting in place of discouragement or second-guessing my nature.

Although some may mistake this for weakness on my part, on the contrary, I took control of the condescending inhibition not without giving myself a chance. I am not a sell-out!

Anal Retentive Zealots

Working at my Safeway is a rather anal retentive environment. My explanation is simple: it's as though a nation of amerites? Here I am musing the rational thought processes of blaming as I am all but used to myself, confessing my victim's impact statement. Instead, I realize it is not a family they want me to be a part of. What they want from me, is something they can't have. . . my very soul tells me to 'stop blaming' and start by accepting the roles associated within the company's hierarchy. There are a handful of people that work at Safeway who aren't of the family mentality, but amerites in their anal retentive nature.

I feel there is a blend of tyranny within the ranks. One of the store managers, who leads the colony of amerites, not "accidentally" but deliberately disqualifies my lack of better judgment (for offering from it.) It is a state of denial currently I am in facing. When I see this monster, I say it's sour grapes, instead of blaming the usual suspect - myself! -

My attitude has shifted in the experience, while working at Safeway and categorically singling out the anal retentive foolery I mask it;

a) as a happy-occasion in doing my job.
b) leading by example
c) knowing full well these amerites falsely label me in their belief I want to own-the-place

However, what my attitude and behavior exemplify, does not make it an intolerable resistance involved.

Upon such banal opportunities

On this happiest of happy occassions,
the smell of a christmas tree. . .
- its scent quickly reminds me how I've -
cut my losses.
Time, came and went!
An anonymous criminal?
That: the fire in me.
Gravity in motion;
like a candle flickers in my eye.
Only the act in decieving loses all meaning,
which I trace back.
I'll not neglect my own defenses,
for the purpose of living a lie.

The future presents itself

As the models are examined,
like a coupon book in hand. . .
I place the scissors directly
over the dotted lines.
It helps as they guide me,
to cut a straight line.
The thought of obsession?
The metaphor of an electrical switch!
As you can't change what's - what;
I can only make a difference.
There: I refused.
You, nothing dared.

The generalized other

There are no weaknesses involved in what you expose to others; once you exploit yourself.
Only, once you've blamed yourself have you asked to betray your generalized other. Your generalized other is the extension from yourself - to anyone - others cannot see.

What if drinking your favorite beverage is your greatest 'weakness'? Imagine, if you will sacrifice not drinking that beverage, what if not drinking it became your greatest weakness? Would you still consume the beverage? You probably would make the choice most vulnerable to you.

Experience is powerful

There is no shame in falling down - the only shame is in getting back up. . . and it is glorious.

If you want that people respect you, not because you "want" their respect per se - but that a person is respected unconditionally. The difference being: if others fall into a category, but fails to acknowledge people in the same reciprocal manner. . . in other words they want superficial unequivocal "respect" - not because they've earned it - but demanded or expected the unattainable.

Hair App. Thursday - 2pm

Tanya and I are happy together. Not that what I say, should it be confused with sounding like an old married couple?

The true nature of this post, has no relevance, only some sort of prize offered to me for sharing my beliefs!

That is the true nature of my post: that I've become a confident human being. That is the prize.