This is the anxiety of being.
The guile of ones opportunity?
For the moment;
- I hate it!
I, am not the one to be judged: -
how busy of it.
The voice of that it sounded, like.
Apprehended.
I apprehended the culprit, of a guilt.
This is the result of an experienced leisure,
not to have yelled,
of it.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Not to have thirsted
The freedom of thought to; change.
Sexuality is the enigma: not -
to be. . .
- eradicated.
Inward flowed outward -
let the music,
outward flow inward.
Hunger - appetite not lust.
Thirst - knowledge.
"Mortgage your life to a bank."
I, ruled to have it.
I, ruled it to have.
Pick?
Choose!
Clouds in your head, cleared,
not "clouded".
Decensitized of time.
That money making method,
to spend more wisely than most save less, of.
Drive my age.
I a philosopher, king.
Sexuality is the enigma: not -
to be. . .
- eradicated.
Inward flowed outward -
let the music,
outward flow inward.
Hunger - appetite not lust.
Thirst - knowledge.
"Mortgage your life to a bank."
I, ruled to have it.
I, ruled it to have.
Pick?
Choose!
Clouds in your head, cleared,
not "clouded".
Decensitized of time.
That money making method,
to spend more wisely than most save less, of.
Drive my age.
I a philosopher, king.
Monday, May 08, 2006
The Emperor Penguin
The machine?
Perhaps, a matter of inhibition rather!
No time to prolong. . . the rest of my humanity;
there is all that is left.
My, my only:
- my.
My only. -
Perhaps, a matter of inhibition rather!
No time to prolong. . . the rest of my humanity;
there is all that is left.
My, my only:
- my.
My only. -
Blue Bombers 2006
We can put it in this way.
"Mr. Roberts, do you know the BB's are signing another RB?" -
"No."
"What do you think, is he better or worse then you." -
"OMG - the BB's should have respected me more."
Yadda-yadda-yadda newspaper.
-the end.
Poor interpretation: I would say, that, because Roberts wanted to save face in a tabloid-worthiless newspaper such as the Sun is? Give your head a shake. Of course Roberts did it to himself, but for lack of knowing better, I doubt he chose to shoot himself in the foot. Taman knows that the Sun used Roberts to get that kind of a reaction. If you say, "omg - you people have no idea what ur talking about." I would suggest you lighten up. Taman can easily laugh it off. Roberts, is not bigger than the team, and he would quickly be my least favorite player for selling out in fact, he could potentially be long forgotten, if that is the path he chooses to continue on. So, you are ABSOLUTELY correct! The rules DO apply to everyone, and you can become very much our least favorite.
I think Robert Mimbs has a ring to show on his finger. Moral of the story: that was the last time we won a GC. Mimbs is nothing compared to Roberts, but if it were with Cal Murphy, Roberts would not be playing for anyone else. Murphy would say, "You play here or nowhere."
Re; unionized thing Yeah. I said it. I remember a time, when I used to work for a union, and not knowing any better? Today, I am of the opinion I can do a lot better for myself without a union. I believe Roberts should stick with a mentality that people DO appreciate, if he knows what is good for him. Taman can drop the ball on the situation, or, he knows better than not to take Roberts for face value. That is. . . let Roberts continue his talking on the field where it belongs. Everybody on ourbombers.com wants the guy to stay obviously.
"Mr. Roberts, do you know the BB's are signing another RB?" -
"No."
"What do you think, is he better or worse then you." -
"OMG - the BB's should have respected me more."
Yadda-yadda-yadda newspaper.
-the end.
Poor interpretation: I would say, that, because Roberts wanted to save face in a tabloid-worthiless newspaper such as the Sun is? Give your head a shake. Of course Roberts did it to himself, but for lack of knowing better, I doubt he chose to shoot himself in the foot. Taman knows that the Sun used Roberts to get that kind of a reaction. If you say, "omg - you people have no idea what ur talking about." I would suggest you lighten up. Taman can easily laugh it off. Roberts, is not bigger than the team, and he would quickly be my least favorite player for selling out in fact, he could potentially be long forgotten, if that is the path he chooses to continue on. So, you are ABSOLUTELY correct! The rules DO apply to everyone, and you can become very much our least favorite.
I think Robert Mimbs has a ring to show on his finger. Moral of the story: that was the last time we won a GC. Mimbs is nothing compared to Roberts, but if it were with Cal Murphy, Roberts would not be playing for anyone else. Murphy would say, "You play here or nowhere."
Re; unionized thing Yeah. I said it. I remember a time, when I used to work for a union, and not knowing any better? Today, I am of the opinion I can do a lot better for myself without a union. I believe Roberts should stick with a mentality that people DO appreciate, if he knows what is good for him. Taman can drop the ball on the situation, or, he knows better than not to take Roberts for face value. That is. . . let Roberts continue his talking on the field where it belongs. Everybody on ourbombers.com wants the guy to stay obviously.
What of the importance
The impact of such a decision?
But despite that reaction!
Despite of that, it became a reaction.
Despite that of, it.
The recovery of a real scared;
type of vigilance.
One that I see:
included my - senses.
I will not forget.
I will remember how not to remind myself,
of it.
How that the attention whore,
vanished into thin air. . .
when the reality infected.
This day of an infected reality,
her fantasy needed.
Her humanity disappeared altogether.
Vanquished.
Revealed.
Her son, Edgar, a fool.
That I Marco, Marco suffered no fools
gladly.
However, to have enetered his home the last time
it should be my last.
Tricked into a decision, despite his condescending nature.
Disgusted and distastefully.
Edgar's needy house.
How not thoughtful a threat of, it.
Of what the importance in being earnest,
- Mr. Noel.
Drive your age. -
I, the philosopher king.
Spended me money, wisely.
My whitened tanned baby skin.
Not, threatened of self-importance.
Of no self importance,
despite that of a reaction.
All despite that.
All, despited that of a reaction.
Cold.
Cold.
Cold.
But despite that reaction!
Despite of that, it became a reaction.
Despite that of, it.
The recovery of a real scared;
type of vigilance.
One that I see:
included my - senses.
I will not forget.
I will remember how not to remind myself,
of it.
How that the attention whore,
vanished into thin air. . .
when the reality infected.
This day of an infected reality,
her fantasy needed.
Her humanity disappeared altogether.
Vanquished.
Revealed.
Her son, Edgar, a fool.
That I Marco, Marco suffered no fools
gladly.
However, to have enetered his home the last time
it should be my last.
Tricked into a decision, despite his condescending nature.
Disgusted and distastefully.
Edgar's needy house.
How not thoughtful a threat of, it.
Of what the importance in being earnest,
- Mr. Noel.
Drive your age. -
I, the philosopher king.
Spended me money, wisely.
My whitened tanned baby skin.
Not, threatened of self-importance.
Of no self importance,
despite that of a reaction.
All despite that.
All, despited that of a reaction.
Cold.
Cold.
Cold.
Recieved from an experienced credential
I might not give it back;
the time I kept forgetting?
The same time I not, forgot!
The same time:
I recalled can.
None of it was.
None of it was, real.
Only images.
Images that were needed and in place.
I have them all replaced.
I want to have travelled there.
For the distance I became,
embraced of.
That I distanced myself from, it.
Not having loved,
how my idea returned.
Now is I see. . .
- a false witness.
Now I see is.
Now I see it is.
Now, I identified the object.
A purpose of false intention.
Such as in the time I saw,
that movie -
the one where there is an attention whore.
She filled the screen awkwardly.
Her face was not made, to the.
I sat and watched her performance, not knowing.
She screams scared.
How good is it to act, when no one listened,
as she screamed.
She becomes ignored.
Simply ignored for no better person.
Simply, that she has no occupation for it.
The movie has ended,
before it even began.
After the film was in progress,
it became evident she was unable to perform.
An attention whore of this kind.
You cannot help.
You will not.
Not, that I.
I needed.
A brilliant idea, I had.
What caused my nostalgic relief.
I asked how I should.
I remember my aunt, my godmother.
She I embraced.
It is she I love.
In my experience of travel, surprised.
I was connected with carrying her on my shoulders.
Her laughter.
I laughed.
We both enjoyed the moment, we shared.
Not that I was discouraged of it.
I, it felt encouraged.
the time I kept forgetting?
The same time I not, forgot!
The same time:
I recalled can.
None of it was.
None of it was, real.
Only images.
Images that were needed and in place.
I have them all replaced.
I want to have travelled there.
For the distance I became,
embraced of.
That I distanced myself from, it.
Not having loved,
how my idea returned.
Now is I see. . .
- a false witness.
Now I see is.
Now I see it is.
Now, I identified the object.
A purpose of false intention.
Such as in the time I saw,
that movie -
the one where there is an attention whore.
She filled the screen awkwardly.
Her face was not made, to the.
I sat and watched her performance, not knowing.
She screams scared.
How good is it to act, when no one listened,
as she screamed.
She becomes ignored.
Simply ignored for no better person.
Simply, that she has no occupation for it.
The movie has ended,
before it even began.
After the film was in progress,
it became evident she was unable to perform.
An attention whore of this kind.
You cannot help.
You will not.
Not, that I.
I needed.
A brilliant idea, I had.
What caused my nostalgic relief.
I asked how I should.
I remember my aunt, my godmother.
She I embraced.
It is she I love.
In my experience of travel, surprised.
I was connected with carrying her on my shoulders.
Her laughter.
I laughed.
We both enjoyed the moment, we shared.
Not that I was discouraged of it.
I, it felt encouraged.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
Invaluable cruelty
The word of a casuality?
What is it for!
WHAT IS IT, FOR.
I was hoping you could depend on me;
like that child.
I had thought I should:
depend.
No, the limit has been reached.
As benefit of he doubt would have, it.
To you, I understand.
I have.
Let you experience the last laugh.
I wanted to depend on, me.
I wanted you to be able to, try, it.
That skin of a forgived flesh, thought I.
How, could I not depend.
Whereas, I thought you were becomed something -
I should depend, upon.
Whereas, I thought of you.
ONLY YOU.
ONLY FOR YOU.
That I thought,
- I should depended, to have.
To have not, depended.
My only opinion on the matter,
was that it was.
I should depend on, myself.
Not you or me.
However, I should have thought.
Not to depend on what I should have, thought of.
Not to depend on what I should have, not thought.
Not thought of, depended.
Not thought of, depended on my trust.
I once thought about not to try,
but not to quit trying.
Of metaphysical neglect.
Of a nature in being the cowboy, and philosophy.
What is it for!
WHAT IS IT, FOR.
I was hoping you could depend on me;
like that child.
I had thought I should:
depend.
No, the limit has been reached.
As benefit of he doubt would have, it.
To you, I understand.
I have.
Let you experience the last laugh.
I wanted to depend on, me.
I wanted you to be able to, try, it.
That skin of a forgived flesh, thought I.
How, could I not depend.
Whereas, I thought you were becomed something -
I should depend, upon.
Whereas, I thought of you.
ONLY YOU.
ONLY FOR YOU.
That I thought,
- I should depended, to have.
To have not, depended.
My only opinion on the matter,
was that it was.
I should depend on, myself.
Not you or me.
However, I should have thought.
Not to depend on what I should have, thought of.
Not to depend on what I should have, not thought.
Not thought of, depended.
Not thought of, depended on my trust.
I once thought about not to try,
but not to quit trying.
Of metaphysical neglect.
Of a nature in being the cowboy, and philosophy.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Big Minds
The fly on a wall, a dirty fly, on a dirty wall?
There is an ant farm,
with tiny!
Tiny little ants. . .
and surrounding;
the walls.
The walls are surrounded:
surrounded with ants.
Almost impossible.
To hold onto.
So, that we all might think,
they are alike.
Big minds.
We do think alike.
There is an ant farm,
with tiny!
Tiny little ants. . .
and surrounding;
the walls.
The walls are surrounded:
surrounded with ants.
Almost impossible.
To hold onto.
So, that we all might think,
they are alike.
Big minds.
We do think alike.
I wanted to own an expensive condo - this is what I found
Best investment you can make.
What is an investment, when you are paying out the nose for a mortgage on top of it?
one day, owning means you don't pay for it.renting means always paying for something that isn't yours.
And when house avg. house prices are always going up, it really isn't an "investment" if you're making lateral moves or moving up throughout the same vincinity.
Sure, if you're planning on moving to Sask. or Zimbabwe, you're rolling doe, but otherwise, not an investment, just building security for other loans.
Also, even calc'ing out any ammortization table over 25 yrs. and seeing that you're putting triple in of what the principal is, nobody in their right mind would call it an "investment".
edit: smut put it spot on with his argument!
Good logic. I followed that.In reference to Mr. Galt, I can understand that point of view. However, paying a mortgage rate is essentially the same as "paying rent", an amount you pay renting equates to the amount of a "monster" mortgage is what we are getting at. Good luck trying to sell a home, that you "invested" in and have the mortgage to pay it off. If you were a prospective home investor and you needed to purchase the "home of your dreams" on the condition you accept a mortgage, that is the wrong side of an investment idea.
well, whatever, its your perogative.personally, i like the chance that i could one day make a profit. also, i don't prefer to help others pay their mortgages off.
or help landlords live for free
Hey, owning a home is cool and all (course you really only own it if you've paid it off), but it's not an investment if you're rolling a full term mortgage to pay it off.
I do not believe for a second that Sadie honestly thinks she made a bad investment. I think it is ridiculous, to have made the same move myself. My sense of this (e.g. perogative) is not a lack of ambition, but not being in over my head. I am sure those Flames fans in Calgary thought how good they were, are shitting the bed. Hardly like dealing with a mortgage, even if I could afford the principal.
The principal would be easy, the 66+% an avg household is paying into interest over 25 yrs. is what makes not an "investment".
Edit: I'd like to clarify, I have no problems with home ownership, just calling it an "investment" if there's a full term mortgage involved, I must correct.
What does the principal amount to?
The amount borrowed. 2/3 is just a rough figure base on 7-8% rate (If memory serves me correctly
For example, the avg. house price in Calgary is 350,000 and a starter avgs. 280,000. Lets just say for shit and giggles Bank of Canada doesn't dick around with the rate and keeps it contstant at 6.5% (which, all told, is still pretty reasonable) and you had 30,000 down, how would your moprtgage play out?
Month 1: Opening Principal $250,000. Your first mortgage payment based on 25 years is: $1689 where $1354.17 goes to interest and $334.83 goes to payment on principal, leaving you with a remaining principal of $249,665.17.
Good news is as time ticks the amount to interest will drop and the amount applied to principal will rise, so after 8 and some years its $1117.40 to to the bank an $571.60 to pay down your house.Lesson is: put a big fucking down payment, and pay the thing off ASAP.
Ah. I see what we are talking about.
What area in KW is your house in Sadie? That's not by Forest Hill/Forest Heights is it?
Anywhere but not: hickville, ONT.
what does that even mean [to bigc]
Her new house is not located somewhere near a trailerpark. Good punchline, thanks.
As I've said, when I think about how much money I pay in rent in a year - money I'll never see again - that gives me whatever the opposite of "peace of mind" would be. But like I also said, rent is a plausible option for people who are young, want to keep their options open, have unstable jobs or just really, really don't like the idea of being owned by a bank for 20 years.
Do whatchya gotta do.
between renting and owning? BIG difference - one you're putting the money in your own pocket - especially in the later years of your mortgage and you leave with a house. Renting = you piss away your money so someone else can pay off THEIR mortgage. How is that the same?
Like I said, people pay what I'm paying in mortgage in some places for fucking rent.
THAT'S crazy.
I think I've already stated that owning home is cool. You gain an asset and have something to work towards, but it's not really an "investment" because most people aren't making money off of the things. The banks are.
One of the things that impressed me about this thread, is your knowledge is expansive on the subject. So, I am not playing anyone for a fool, although I do think sadie it is difficult to undertake as justified in making her decision. If someone like me, wanted to buy a condo, how should I buy the thing? It seems like a viable option, considering what property taxes might be? Another consideration, is the amount of interest you owe a bank, if you decided to sell with a mortgage you still owe. The banks owns the right to profit on the value of the home, say if it increased in the value, the interest you owe the bank (based on the value you sold) also increases the interest amount. Therefore, the bank is entitled to the interest involved in you selling the house. Correct?
What is an investment, when you are paying out the nose for a mortgage on top of it?
one day, owning means you don't pay for it.renting means always paying for something that isn't yours.
And when house avg. house prices are always going up, it really isn't an "investment" if you're making lateral moves or moving up throughout the same vincinity.
Sure, if you're planning on moving to Sask. or Zimbabwe, you're rolling doe, but otherwise, not an investment, just building security for other loans.
Also, even calc'ing out any ammortization table over 25 yrs. and seeing that you're putting triple in of what the principal is, nobody in their right mind would call it an "investment".
edit: smut put it spot on with his argument!
Good logic. I followed that.In reference to Mr. Galt, I can understand that point of view. However, paying a mortgage rate is essentially the same as "paying rent", an amount you pay renting equates to the amount of a "monster" mortgage is what we are getting at. Good luck trying to sell a home, that you "invested" in and have the mortgage to pay it off. If you were a prospective home investor and you needed to purchase the "home of your dreams" on the condition you accept a mortgage, that is the wrong side of an investment idea.
well, whatever, its your perogative.personally, i like the chance that i could one day make a profit. also, i don't prefer to help others pay their mortgages off.
or help landlords live for free
Hey, owning a home is cool and all (course you really only own it if you've paid it off), but it's not an investment if you're rolling a full term mortgage to pay it off.
I do not believe for a second that Sadie honestly thinks she made a bad investment. I think it is ridiculous, to have made the same move myself. My sense of this (e.g. perogative) is not a lack of ambition, but not being in over my head. I am sure those Flames fans in Calgary thought how good they were, are shitting the bed. Hardly like dealing with a mortgage, even if I could afford the principal.
The principal would be easy, the 66+% an avg household is paying into interest over 25 yrs. is what makes not an "investment".
Edit: I'd like to clarify, I have no problems with home ownership, just calling it an "investment" if there's a full term mortgage involved, I must correct.
What does the principal amount to?
The amount borrowed. 2/3 is just a rough figure base on 7-8% rate (If memory serves me correctly
For example, the avg. house price in Calgary is 350,000 and a starter avgs. 280,000. Lets just say for shit and giggles Bank of Canada doesn't dick around with the rate and keeps it contstant at 6.5% (which, all told, is still pretty reasonable) and you had 30,000 down, how would your moprtgage play out?
Month 1: Opening Principal $250,000. Your first mortgage payment based on 25 years is: $1689 where $1354.17 goes to interest and $334.83 goes to payment on principal, leaving you with a remaining principal of $249,665.17.
Good news is as time ticks the amount to interest will drop and the amount applied to principal will rise, so after 8 and some years its $1117.40 to to the bank an $571.60 to pay down your house.Lesson is: put a big fucking down payment, and pay the thing off ASAP.
Ah. I see what we are talking about.
What area in KW is your house in Sadie? That's not by Forest Hill/Forest Heights is it?
Anywhere but not: hickville, ONT.
what does that even mean [to bigc]
Her new house is not located somewhere near a trailerpark. Good punchline, thanks.
As I've said, when I think about how much money I pay in rent in a year - money I'll never see again - that gives me whatever the opposite of "peace of mind" would be. But like I also said, rent is a plausible option for people who are young, want to keep their options open, have unstable jobs or just really, really don't like the idea of being owned by a bank for 20 years.
Do whatchya gotta do.
between renting and owning? BIG difference - one you're putting the money in your own pocket - especially in the later years of your mortgage and you leave with a house. Renting = you piss away your money so someone else can pay off THEIR mortgage. How is that the same?
Like I said, people pay what I'm paying in mortgage in some places for fucking rent.
THAT'S crazy.
I think I've already stated that owning home is cool. You gain an asset and have something to work towards, but it's not really an "investment" because most people aren't making money off of the things. The banks are.
One of the things that impressed me about this thread, is your knowledge is expansive on the subject. So, I am not playing anyone for a fool, although I do think sadie it is difficult to undertake as justified in making her decision. If someone like me, wanted to buy a condo, how should I buy the thing? It seems like a viable option, considering what property taxes might be? Another consideration, is the amount of interest you owe a bank, if you decided to sell with a mortgage you still owe. The banks owns the right to profit on the value of the home, say if it increased in the value, the interest you owe the bank (based on the value you sold) also increases the interest amount. Therefore, the bank is entitled to the interest involved in you selling the house. Correct?
Canyon of Echoed thoughts
Very much I have become, it.
I have very much, become.
I have very much become.
The sacrificed?
The, sacrificed.
That of opinion!
In search;
of a humanity: -
my only. . .
- choice I had to make of,
it.
A choice I had to make.
I have very much become, it.
I have very much of it become.
I have very much become of, it.
I have wanted myself a, favor of.
I have done the myself, a favor for.
I have very much, become.
I have very much become.
The sacrificed?
The, sacrificed.
That of opinion!
In search;
of a humanity: -
my only. . .
- choice I had to make of,
it.
A choice I had to make.
I have very much become, it.
I have very much of it become.
I have very much become of, it.
I have wanted myself a, favor of.
I have done the myself, a favor for.
Easy Stop Buttons
Not knowing what is good for you?
I am the model, of!
In my order of thoughts;
I seek innovated quality.
Not respected:
to quit on the job.
Though I thought of a candid vision. . .
one which I struggled.
A kind of mediocre blindness,
that is concealed.
Mystery, of bread recipe.
A music that I stole,
for tragedy to become reality
in place of practiced autonomy.
That I practiced how bread is made,
then formed.
A ritual,
the ritual of recieving.
What I need most of.
I am the model, of!
In my order of thoughts;
I seek innovated quality.
Not respected:
to quit on the job.
Though I thought of a candid vision. . .
one which I struggled.
A kind of mediocre blindness,
that is concealed.
Mystery, of bread recipe.
A music that I stole,
for tragedy to become reality
in place of practiced autonomy.
That I practiced how bread is made,
then formed.
A ritual,
the ritual of recieving.
What I need most of.
Thursday, May 04, 2006
The not excused, not adopted
I had been approached like nothing it before?
I was executed with hunger!
A famine of thoughts;
my thoughts -
of famine:
- and diseased I became.
The very, experimented.
How I not suffer fools gladly.
I risked not.
I have not a fear of failure.
I have not a fear of weather.
The weather I predict in what I feel, now.
Today, was.
Tomorrow, is.
Is not, the fear of being.
If yesterday, if only yesterday
I thought to myself.
That tomorrow. . . my only fear would be,
what would it be for.
What would I tell it.
That I fear not being happy,
and to be happy should come without fear,
of myself.
That to be happy means how we
gravitated to the meaning itself.
The meaning of what is a universe filled with
happiness in euphoria.
The sense of belonging into a world.
Out in the world of fashion sense.
A fashion.
A sense of.
Translated only into fashion sense,
we gathered there.
That sense of self esteem,
no longer wasted potential or
sensed vulnerability were a caused thing.
A thing caused because of only fashion sense,
and not happiness in the world.
That pretensions of it, were a thing that pretended
in happiness.
But the truth of happiness, were acting the lie.
Was happiness all that would have mattered in the universe.
In a universe with thoughts,
and here we make happiness a model of it.
Though in fantasy we are only afraid not to think of what,
makes us infinitely superior to us.
We forget about not feeling as happy,
as we forget being sad.
In reality of a happiness,
sadness is unacceptable.
There is a choice to be made.
Only a choice.
I expressed it as a virtue.
It fuels my hunger into unspoken thoughts,
unheard of after.
As I whistled them into tune,
and percussion and precision.
I was executed with hunger!
A famine of thoughts;
my thoughts -
of famine:
- and diseased I became.
The very, experimented.
How I not suffer fools gladly.
I risked not.
I have not a fear of failure.
I have not a fear of weather.
The weather I predict in what I feel, now.
Today, was.
Tomorrow, is.
Is not, the fear of being.
If yesterday, if only yesterday
I thought to myself.
That tomorrow. . . my only fear would be,
what would it be for.
What would I tell it.
That I fear not being happy,
and to be happy should come without fear,
of myself.
That to be happy means how we
gravitated to the meaning itself.
The meaning of what is a universe filled with
happiness in euphoria.
The sense of belonging into a world.
Out in the world of fashion sense.
A fashion.
A sense of.
Translated only into fashion sense,
we gathered there.
That sense of self esteem,
no longer wasted potential or
sensed vulnerability were a caused thing.
A thing caused because of only fashion sense,
and not happiness in the world.
That pretensions of it, were a thing that pretended
in happiness.
But the truth of happiness, were acting the lie.
Was happiness all that would have mattered in the universe.
In a universe with thoughts,
and here we make happiness a model of it.
Though in fantasy we are only afraid not to think of what,
makes us infinitely superior to us.
We forget about not feeling as happy,
as we forget being sad.
In reality of a happiness,
sadness is unacceptable.
There is a choice to be made.
Only a choice.
I expressed it as a virtue.
It fuels my hunger into unspoken thoughts,
unheard of after.
As I whistled them into tune,
and percussion and precision.
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
The rules of identity
The indentity of rules that I, created.
How has it?
What I am;
made of?
My thoughts.
My thoughts,
in a sandbox filled with!
Thoughts, of pepper.
Thoughts, made of salted butter.
Salted butter made of thoughts, that make:
the difference.
I held open a dentist's mouth,
as if to believe in the condescending persuasion.
How has it?
What I am;
made of?
My thoughts.
My thoughts,
in a sandbox filled with!
Thoughts, of pepper.
Thoughts, made of salted butter.
Salted butter made of thoughts, that make:
the difference.
I held open a dentist's mouth,
as if to believe in the condescending persuasion.
From less of a former mentality
I had more than I thought could reveal -
itself.
I did not support the kind of view:
. . .of a purpose.
Something
- more of?
That I experienced an air of confidence;
and a sigh of relief!
itself.
I did not support the kind of view:
. . .of a purpose.
Something
- more of?
That I experienced an air of confidence;
and a sigh of relief!
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Not metaphorically speaking
Signalled up into orbit.
A sense of my imagined source.
I call my source of reason?
Weight I wait.
Gravity has chosen!
So, that nothing can talk
myself out of me,
the guilt or a lie.
Not a faulted cause of mine.
Of its self induced.
The power have I achieved; has
it accomplished.
Not that it helps my stomach:
and to think without a weapon.
The weight. . . it drops,
of my imagined source is intellectual.
A stimulated roller coaster - as
I falled - I watched
- it.
Its natured of a
travelled component,
changed good.
It tricked me metaphorically.
A sense of my imagined source.
I call my source of reason?
Weight I wait.
Gravity has chosen!
So, that nothing can talk
myself out of me,
the guilt or a lie.
Not a faulted cause of mine.
Of its self induced.
The power have I achieved; has
it accomplished.
Not that it helps my stomach:
and to think without a weapon.
The weight. . . it drops,
of my imagined source is intellectual.
A stimulated roller coaster - as
I falled - I watched
- it.
Its natured of a
travelled component,
changed good.
It tricked me metaphorically.
grounded it - continues. . .
The I better?
The I is better if I tried!
The I is a narrative assembly;
of thought.
It is:
. . .the narrative.
The better the narrative.
The better if I tried.
The I is better if I tried!
The I is a narrative assembly;
of thought.
It is:
. . .the narrative.
The better the narrative.
The better if I tried.
A perfected - communicated stigma of ideals
There is no sign of it.
I have created a revealed sense.
. . . Of wisdom.
To have thought of elite power;
a narcissim of myself!
I rejected?
It improved:
it impressed my stomach.
The healed time of what I have become.
Not having,
a false pretense of ideals to match anything other.
Somewhere, inside a monster hided.
OUT LEAPED THE MONSTER.
I did.
Such a perfect voice the monster revealed.
QUITE LOUD.
I thought louder than it did - the monster.
A common sense revealed.
A common sense perfected.
Over time,
my image of identity became something bigger than itself.
It is a duty.
A moral tranquility.
This beautiful monster.
I dreamed of it.
I spoke myself out to it.
I walked toward it.
I watched in awe.
I felt inspired.
I proceeded with extreme caution.
I became a witness.
I became witness,
to my image.
My identity became a wonderful monster of choice.
A beauty that resonated true.
Truth be told.
Why I kept it in closed quarters.
My pet monster,
became a real thing.
A reality.
Of a reality gone wild.
Identity of what is.
What is identity.
When something cracked,
like a precious collection of antiques.
The stolen arttifice of a world of great belonging.
A world in view of ideals.
My world of a monster.
A monster, that sees.
A monster, that is not in likeness of itself.
But faces the mirror image reflected.
A beast, that is deaf to have ears.
A beast, that is immune to plague.
A beast, that can read novels.
A beast, that has its identity.
The tables that turned on a light,
the monster is a community of.
That the whore, will be slayed in sight
of the monster's mother.
This is my edifice.
These are the ethics of a huge monster.
A story of great riches,
until a property of little or next to no value.
The monster has already escaped near the exit.
But no image can ever require,
such a copy of the.
The invented story line of this beast,
what it will reveal next.
What will it find in common sense to reason its nature.
Every solution to a problem not found.
I have founded myself a monster image.
I founded, a monster image of myself.
I founded a thought of my own survival to benefit with.
I founded not without what it has taken me.
I founded where not to be.
I founded how I became.
I founded why.
I founded the adult in me not uncompromised.
I founded the child of fears.
I founded the breast of my ideals.
I founded the monster defeats religion and the purpose of
images are not being worshipped.
I founded images do not save you.
I founded that religion does not save you.
I founded paganism is FALSE not RITUAL,
but is a PLAGUE.
I founded a place when Prague might exist as a city have to.
I founded the history of mystery in myth.
I founded a picture,
of dreams not blocked from having viewed life.
I founded what is life,
in the view of a monster that cared
to achieve the impossible, probable.
I founded what a revealed common sense,
wisdom has to offer.
I founded a desired thought - desired.
- I founded in prayer of it.
I founded as I have bordered between,
fantasy and a reality
paralled the monster.
I have created a revealed sense.
. . . Of wisdom.
To have thought of elite power;
a narcissim of myself!
I rejected?
It improved:
it impressed my stomach.
The healed time of what I have become.
Not having,
a false pretense of ideals to match anything other.
Somewhere, inside a monster hided.
OUT LEAPED THE MONSTER.
I did.
Such a perfect voice the monster revealed.
QUITE LOUD.
I thought louder than it did - the monster.
A common sense revealed.
A common sense perfected.
Over time,
my image of identity became something bigger than itself.
It is a duty.
A moral tranquility.
This beautiful monster.
I dreamed of it.
I spoke myself out to it.
I walked toward it.
I watched in awe.
I felt inspired.
I proceeded with extreme caution.
I became a witness.
I became witness,
to my image.
My identity became a wonderful monster of choice.
A beauty that resonated true.
Truth be told.
Why I kept it in closed quarters.
My pet monster,
became a real thing.
A reality.
Of a reality gone wild.
Identity of what is.
What is identity.
When something cracked,
like a precious collection of antiques.
The stolen arttifice of a world of great belonging.
A world in view of ideals.
My world of a monster.
A monster, that sees.
A monster, that is not in likeness of itself.
But faces the mirror image reflected.
A beast, that is deaf to have ears.
A beast, that is immune to plague.
A beast, that can read novels.
A beast, that has its identity.
The tables that turned on a light,
the monster is a community of.
That the whore, will be slayed in sight
of the monster's mother.
This is my edifice.
These are the ethics of a huge monster.
A story of great riches,
until a property of little or next to no value.
The monster has already escaped near the exit.
But no image can ever require,
such a copy of the.
The invented story line of this beast,
what it will reveal next.
What will it find in common sense to reason its nature.
Every solution to a problem not found.
I have founded myself a monster image.
I founded, a monster image of myself.
I founded a thought of my own survival to benefit with.
I founded not without what it has taken me.
I founded where not to be.
I founded how I became.
I founded why.
I founded the adult in me not uncompromised.
I founded the child of fears.
I founded the breast of my ideals.
I founded the monster defeats religion and the purpose of
images are not being worshipped.
I founded images do not save you.
I founded that religion does not save you.
I founded paganism is FALSE not RITUAL,
but is a PLAGUE.
I founded a place when Prague might exist as a city have to.
I founded the history of mystery in myth.
I founded a picture,
of dreams not blocked from having viewed life.
I founded what is life,
in the view of a monster that cared
to achieve the impossible, probable.
I founded what a revealed common sense,
wisdom has to offer.
I founded a desired thought - desired.
- I founded in prayer of it.
I founded as I have bordered between,
fantasy and a reality
paralled the monster.
Monday, May 01, 2006
The book on dreams
If there was ever a book not written,
it' is not.
Therefore, I leave myself to luck.
Leaded me to here.
A judge of my love,
that no other is like it.
Perhaps; only perhaps. . .
a greater chance may emerge?
Before I get serious!
After the dream:
I said it.
Everything I ever said became one.
it' is not.
Therefore, I leave myself to luck.
Leaded me to here.
A judge of my love,
that no other is like it.
Perhaps; only perhaps. . .
a greater chance may emerge?
Before I get serious!
After the dream:
I said it.
Everything I ever said became one.
Clothing for Orphans
I have not lost the sense of what I have, to sound?
That I gained in what is that I have, found!
A museum for the dead.
A monument for the causes.
No charity;
only thoughts.
That I know of the excuse:
while assumed the image of an identity.
I have formed a reflection of myself.
The steps that lay ahead for a future.
A future for.
A future craved.
A craved future for.
A future I craved.
A future of which I am.
That I gained in what is that I have, found!
A museum for the dead.
A monument for the causes.
No charity;
only thoughts.
That I know of the excuse:
while assumed the image of an identity.
I have formed a reflection of myself.
The steps that lay ahead for a future.
A future for.
A future craved.
A craved future for.
A future I craved.
A future of which I am.
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