Policing

The escorting a moral hijinx?
Of. . . a certain cause!
It is the question,
that a definite -
alturism as my polyester tie
dignifies me in wearing.
I've prolonged this insecurity
of what I appear to have worn;
the clothing no longer serves its purpose.
It is on days that I found myself
truly asking:
where behind the broken-seal
did I not become unbroken.
Be it because the truth of being
sealed -
hasn't lived long enough. . .
to survive.
And if in order to make the best reality possible
weren't true -
I know, I know -
how selfish I've been.
"You have no idea."
I have.
I'll have you know you're a wonderful
human being.
You possess immaterial qualities beneath the surface.
Above all. '
Therefore, take with you desire.
It is the root in all things.

Mr. terradactyl

The friend of a friend told me so.
You're not ahead of my time.
That social class of dinosaurs.

Relapse of origin

I possess renunciation.
A kind of reminisence.
Something like reputation or revival.
Repeatedly:
"I'm going to
like you; even if you're
afraid of it. . .
put into another context."
Why?
What is the point!
I want to be a kid again.
But - no.
Me - me - me.
And this habitual order of life.

On the discourse of being

I have gained in becoming an object.
Without structure.
With inconvenience.
And the frozen gardens of time.
Though, thoughts are my words.
These are the words that train my thoughts.

Self depricating frown

Actually.
Yes - I did start on that!
No? - I told you already.
That pure intellect is . . .
true to the senses.
Which may also explain:
how lucky I am to be.
Tell me - how lucky I am,
in case I forget again.
That reasoning is in all -
. . . things being equal.
The key word is: . . . ALL.
I am that defender of good
toward evil.
We run against the current,
you and I.
But-not-everyone-you-like.
And in search of the truth;
for I know I've found it.
My journey into identity.
And when you look.
If you see where my beauty hides,
you'd think a train had collided with
another.
Something is waiting to happen.
Out of nowhere.
From nothing.
I'm most humored.
I carry the torch.

Fighting to the death

Things will be no different if you aren't open to
the thought.
Things that retain a quality.
An indifference.
That cause of death will endure upon nothing,
nothing - that exhibits this quality.
We remain no different if not.

Forgive - to forgive.

Natercia Bastos ~ rip Jan. 27, 2006

Godmother.
Sweeter is nothing.
But my belief,
you put fear against.
You were the fiercest.
And my undying love, affection -
for such.
My beauty is indebted through you.
You will always - ALWAYS
be music to me.

You bring me to life.
You brought me such happiness.

I pray for us - one of our own
heavenly angels.

I love you forever to the end of time.

I love you so much.

The subjects of intellect ~ devaluing the "value" in everything

When I feel good.
But only when I feel good.
Is great.
That resourceful nature extends
the surfaced face-value.
Is there no such thing as in:
Free-intellectual-meaning.
But - I can't be there with you.
I simply cannot.
I'm bordering.
On the edge of reason.

Guilt by association

I initiated this initiative;
but not without feeling it first.
Through the eyes of an observers
- intellect.
I do rather!
Those glasses did not crack
the frame?
A portrait of my history . . .
to gather information.
It's my experience that is
emotional -
an emotional experience.
Charged emotionally.
Emotively charged from the experience.
Didn't I hear someone say: romantic. . .
or was it even heard.
That I saw myself crying at my own
funeral.
And, personally I was there the only
in attendance.
Because sadly, regretfully - ,
the very words were true.
A respect of admiration,
not pretentious without respect.
As to lead with affection.
Great cultural identity in mind.
My senses perform miracles to the soul.
That greater depth.
I'm very sensitive to likely stories,
that truth has taught.
Permission granted as I think,
- we've lasted.

Signalling Transmission ~ `brave decoration

We are allowed.
To maximize our own potential.
Without which reason enough cannot?
That reality is not really static.
And our civilizations from it.
Transmitting signals. . .
from the environment which we all live.
This is freedom.
Some from of psycho-analsysis;
like-neurosis that wills the prevention
of time.
The prevention of disease.
The allocation of wealth and knowledge.
"Here take money with you. -"
So amazing (in fact;) that it exists. . .
revealing -
how excited the senses are
to get -
a real look' liberal arts.
(Education. . .) provides me.
What my nest of
inhibitions-
that "learning" have
done-for-me.
An arching through [to] knowledge.
A gateway of destruction. (Defending my own
devotion and honor.)
The archetype - thought'
of as something not
emotionally charged.
Secretly - revealed-is-causing.
This nature.

bon voyage

Which is the matter.
The direction?
This novelty.
Burning hot, summer days.
That I have not been informed!
Of causality.
Of morality.
Of an unconscious regarded.
Memories.
Not "memory".
As in: memories. . .
- oh - the memories.
A conscious realization.
A mental preperation.

Title Match

If the boxer.
Had not thrown any punches?
What a mistake!
The work ethic of probability.
The act of privilege is perfect.
That my conscious -
in every manner. . .
purposefully,
"the rich" vulnerability.
The boxer.
And a total package,
for a belt.
Imagine how to process
a completely selective arbitrary.
Select the arbitrary.
Randomly selecting reason to
- violently.
Smack the opponent.

Self-sufficient proclimations

What is wanting?
That wanting has had! . . .
- To become the interest.
That "-$" = currency.
Or is it that the product of currency.
Life is dependant on such variables.
That materialist endeavors avow.
Though my life surrenders to it.
I surround the cause that abuse filters
through my sociological imagination.
Because the vacuum we live in -
doesn't create fiction.
My length of time in time.
In time.
In time.
That -$ is a present tense of the numbers.
Quantitative numbers reflect verbs, "economics"
is the word that is used.
Karl Marx.
Is Karl Marx a verb.
I think not -
that thought of "-$"
means that numbers do not exist.
Existing in the mind of "not"
is equal to numbers.
x - y and its variables of language concerning.
"I feel concerned."
`Maybe that could have been
where Marx began his narration.
That his concern for numbers became
an event that recorded something
of a material nature.
Of all things.
This is of all things being equal to it
- a social principle.
Provided that the surface level has
enough to sustain itself.
Rituals of dynamite-leisure,
to consume what is raw.
- A social examination.
- A societal view.
- A societal investigation that culture
exists in numbers.
That the increase of individual wealth
is only muted.
That the social integration of living a human
quality of life is artificial in its properties.
That a condensed version of material wealth
is to evaluate our freedom.
Greed is qualitative.
Numbers are quantitative.
Which has the place finite in [society].
If god removes his mask,
that we shall beg for mercy.
My interpretation of this model
is introspective
but not flawed.
And it illustrates the causes.
The mistake made inside this narration
that marx forgot.
My middle name is social.
A symbolic-interactionism.
I do admire everything that is an
"expression of love"
. . .if that is the case.
Not riding a slippery slope,
of variables.
Or - current conditions like weather.

Determinist conduits

Strategic hamlets in all.
The universe?!
But I'm under no contractual obligations. . .
to submit to the fact.
Though through here I became.
I'm Almeida.
Not anything else.
And this may or may not sound as crazy.

But where did it become positive. . .
that the beginning was true.

Where did you start.

That I can remember some form of probability
became an analysis.

That masks fell off for what they feel,
and how they've revealed everything in the universe.

That god wore his mask creating all.

And when he took off the mask,
the devil became expelled.

Evil resisted the devil itself.

Which good can only savor.

But for those that seek the devil,
like Correia's.

The family unit is uniform like Almeida.

And the story continues to its end.

The ending of time.


That there is truth in probability that's
leaning to the left of right.

My analysis. . . has being.

Persuasions / believability / the inference of causing
what desire is to think.

That I think desire is to think.
To think is desiring the opposite effects.

And no such favor -
I'm an Almeida,
not a Correia.

Almeida's rule the universe.

The graphic ball

If the whole world were in my hand;
I'd deflate the hot air balloon
that the world travels.
Leveling of threshold -
because the abuse?
That every man-eating flesh upon,
served gratification.
Though you are not a victim
but a survivor!
You are.
Yes, you are.

~ Trusting myself

His doing.
It's all his own.
I've an expression of individuality. . .
the kind of vulnerability that
expresses my empathy.
I find this in different channels
of my energy.
To produce the maximum of which is good?
What is it!
That I think towards the end of time.
A seizure of valuing.

~ mystery desire

There's no such thing as a monster.
However, due to the fact that I exist?
Might the other - not be aware. . .
unchanged!
Nothing can form unchanging,
unless they exist.
Therefore, when suggesting any causality
- list me on the register.
Rollcall my name.
The secrets as they do develop in time
will vanish,
and reappear.

Nothing is unchanging itself.
Therefore, I am.
- I am changed already.

That sensually speaking
my senses that guide me
haven't smelled the taste of
varnish.

I desire the fumes of, `a desire
unknown.

My accomplished nature ~

The withdrawal. ~
That nothing - nothing,
nor here nor there. . .
has informed me of?
The patterns of some consistency!
Stimulating - that sense of a hypothesis.
What is the cause
for desire.
Desiring the life of accomplishing
such greatness.
A satire.
A satisfaction in this world of knowing.
Opportunity.
Free advantages.
Ambition
Status.
Analysis.
This ignorance of happiness.
I've gone.
Lost.
I'm happy in ignorance to be satisfied.
The element of choices -
a spinning wheel.
It stops -
that detail created.
I spread my wings.
I feel the freezing wind.
Melting in the snow, I'm. . . here again.
The things that I remember I rather not.
I regret forgetting - nothing.
There is no deception in honesty.
Only honesty.

I've plotted the seeds. . .

The abused.
The accused.
The enemies I've created in my minds eye?
That the worry I have to show!
It's written all over me. . .
- in kind words.
~ Though the greater-good.
~ Like how it feels.
~ Such as how I care about my lover,
she is my friend.
And I submit to her beauty.
I subscribe to the lead I've taken.
The withdrawal.
Now ~ the time has arrived.

Testing physical endurance

My true potential.
I generate heat through.
Density ~ destiny.
That specifically I designed,
I learn.
99-100. = x
Do you trust the 'y' variable?
In search of my own.
But I swear I heard something fall-
could sound like. . .
durability -or- pessimism.
The answer is 1!