If not matriarchal' common-sense

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

Probability Calculus

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

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

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

The chase is on. . .
FUCK-
BUDDY.

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

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

Your eye keeping focused
on
the
ball.

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

That I exist.

Don't you do too?

Don't we both!

Provided. . .
in course of the facts.

Of course.
-of course.

You do.

And I.

Prevented myself from crying
over spilt coffee.

You look well! - Am I not?

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

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

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

OR

"Suicide by narrative."

The intent always remained the same.

However, this.

Has ended.

Genius is the life; mine's talented

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

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

Fairly-reducting.

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

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

Everything is Automatic

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

And the. . .
I based upon.

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

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

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

This mind is about
to seed'
a
thought!?

The abstinence

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

Staying power of a procrastinator

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

Equilibrium vs. Epistomology (A science of mind.)

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

limits of potentially knowledgable vulnerability or intelligence

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

Sugar spice sugar Spice

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

You get what you
give As much you put in.

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

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

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

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

In keeping up with
the material / scientifically.

This act is a privilege.

The feminist discretion - Timeaus

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

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

How agnostic must one not
be able;
to feel?

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

On occassion. . . / -

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

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

detinating the mouse trap / feeling the "burn"

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

Christmas cookie baking in the winter
solictice.

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

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

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

A theory of contraints. . .
my own!

My own feminist
ego.

This bridge
is
an open
rose.

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

Discharging this faith
however invaluable!

I offer peace of mind;
a piece of truth.

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

As the body
inflates -
the earth
expands.

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

thefart

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the ERUPTION
and just tea
came out all over!

But ironically enough,
so beautiful.

Beautiful.

Letters.

Words.

Turned over into;
a thing of beauty.

And a trivial gesture?

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

NYRes

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

What I do. . .
expect of
others?

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

What if - WHAT IF?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

my mistake - again

It is human nature
to be
drawn in
and
fight.

NO - NO - NO!!!

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

humbleness

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