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how do you do?

well thats the scary thing im doing quite alright.

isnt that good?

if you say so but i tremble at the fact that things are now improving at a steady pace.

where do you think that would lead?

as far as these things go that would really mean many things.
i dont think i can very much care for being a sir monster much longer.
being the subject of many sermons in the background, i think ive heard enough.

just what is it do you think you’ve heard enough of?

i know for a fact that im about to change.
i might even like what is it i might change into but it might even be something nice.

so whats wrong w changing into something nice for a change?

well actually i am flat broke and i might not be able to afford such nice things.

so are you more afraid of being broke or of being nice?

it seems that i am more afraid of being nice bc i have been broke already so many times before.

well what if you were already nice, looking back how do you think you’ll feel?

terrible, i suppose and somewhat resentful.

what would you be resentful of?

i think i would regret not being nearly so afraid.
i would want to somewhat be more prepared.
truth is,
i know i really want to know more
about being nice before actually being nice.

well what if you could imagine what its like and its actually not so scary.

well that wouldnt be nice…



practical man acting
leader decidedly choosing
foundation strong unwavering
sense of purposeful welcoming
inherently resourceful needing

physical man sensing
trouble afar building
palaces force defending
balanced properties acquiring
success personally ever varying

paternal man reacting
mindful process yielding
delightful product borrowing
breeds results altogether trying
better ways inwardly happy training

prodigal man forgetting
past judgement respecting
ignorant delusions losing
senses to self understanding
meaninglessness expectantly wandering

personal man divining
rights privately collecting
insignificant changes creating
room for random error entertaining
countless mysteries curiously seeking

Love for Arts

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you have to let go and leave the one you love

you have to surrender to the final moment…

true love does not fade or die but remains with you

in times of need…

you cannot justify the sacrifice

you cannot justify the cause…

only by giving your love away can you allow love

to find its way back to you…

love is wisdom, a discovery, a find…

you can never have less than you started with

but you can wastefully overflow…

therefore drink as much as you can of the fountain

do not keep your wishes to yourself…

believe, be free – to serve your master

only then will your actions grow.

Japanese "Fortune Tellers"

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Sometimes you will seek understanding
Under nooks and crannies, even under where
You might sometime find some thrills
Develop new skills by the power of will
But still you will not be satisfied, until
You have changed and it may come without
Understanding and it may come without warning
But it seldom comes without reasons. No doubt
Your situation can sometimes leave you without
A clue. Dont worry that sometimes you’ll
Be Blue. Just keep an eye on your blessings
The old and the new. Stay safe, Be free
Believe and you will see more seasons to come
More chances to make true your choice
And more of the best you missed the first time
Most of all, find your purpose
Live your dream and love your life because
Life is short and you can wear it
Bravely though Briefly

Happy Graduation!)

Wanted Poster

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The truth is…____
I ____… do not care
…____ If ever I meet…
____ My special someone…
____ If she doesnt show up…
____ I don’t care to find her…
____ If she’s not ready…____

I dont care to educate her
But… then


…I grow old
…No one to care for me
…I survive for that long
…Not knowing what it’s like
…to really love another

If I ever get tired of surviving
…____ …____

If I ever get tired of loving life
…____ …____ …____

If I ever get tired of being senseless
…____ …____

I’ll get tired of being tired

Still I choose to live my life another



enter the possibilities

Posted: January 27, 2011 in dream, time
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The mind of a web developer

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what shall i do with my time?

i wish to manage the clutter, i desire to have it done, i act on impulse and get something else done instead. out of my head and into the trash, into my bed away to dreamland. i figured out that ideas come to me quite easily after a short nap, but why waste even so much time on pointless activities. i think im bored so i got to keep awake. i think ive got to make sense and not so many mistakes. whatever rhymes is reason enough to forever find myself in a limbo of stuff.

now i think i should make room to study the world around me. being nearsighted never allows me to focus very far. at least i can type relatively faster than i write. at least i dont get tired as much as i write.

for now the future seems bright, hardly worth describing…

Anger Is the Swiss Army Knife of Emotions T-shirt

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clean sweep anger. take out your broom and dagger. cut out your heart and stagger. could you even feel the tug of danger? don’t hug me, don’t bother.

within my circle vicious, delicious and so precious, i have no idea of issues – it itches. there exist a question forged of great irrelevance about thinking in advance. how and why should i? is it me or is it you? should the answer have to be something that i can understand? to do things now, before the consequence comes, would it save time or cause more anguish? which of these cause the most trouble? what is more important to me, experiencing or understanding?

i have no motivation disease. im here to kill me right away. no problems seeing things through – i thought i had a hard time, but i can’t stay there forever. so now, whatever, im in too deep into the fray and just when i see no way – more thoughts come to assail.

one thought leads me to disaster. the next one to that place where i cant figure out what im after. whether im after you or after changes, weather conditions are plain but cold with no sweater. i find myself staring into the mirror haggard too tired to play hero saves damsel in disress. for a moment i let myself pretend im not, so i can fantasize and reorganize, then in my thinking become.

being here now means ive got to be real, really quiet, quite insane. fine, since i want to show off, better take the fame. the question remains: am i strong enough to withstand, stand by, and take a stand? how about when things fall apart in the flames? it’s time to make up your mind and give the game a name. figure your own stuff but first let me explain: before you take the blame, be lame. if you try to be strong, you fail.

for every weakness is a bothersome trait. its better to be late than to hate. dont you try to cram for a twist of fate. open up the gates and wait. wait for the flood of no surrender, get your feet wet, gather yourself together. its getting late, wont you go out of state? consider it a date to forget the future you awkwardly planned abruptly.

no need to interrupt the free flowing train, an unbroken chain of keep away. to avoid conflicts from being well meaning (all the time being the meaning of your life of wander), you wonder what is the purpose of custom excuses – grind them to dust if you must. drink your own medicines – to tame your lust. think fast, at least you did something. a lot of things can keep you busy before your morning breaks.

why should you think you are so strange? why eat so many apples when you can have orange? are you so predispossessed, deranged? can’t you make room for one more to like you? or, should you just clean the most of your room – before you blow your mind away?