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Friday, November 09, 2001

Fri, 09 Nov 2001 19:27:40 GMT

Surrender to the Days of Wretchedness

Oh my God, I almost lost grip of my consciousness, when I realized I just lost a potential boss, friend, and mentor.

Sad it really was....

Thursday, September 13, 2001

Thu, 13 Sep 2001 17:37:44 GMT

I pray--peace, my condolences to those who lost, i am one for hunting those who gained...

Monday, July 30, 2001

Mon, 30 Jul 2001 19:33:16 GMT

wesley's back...

i thought i saw and sow fantastical--delights of the day--more than i ask for

no more frills, the chills are tomorrow's day

suppose no gods of righteousness moderates the cruelty and rashness of black--so nice, we neither open up nor come down...

Friday, July 13, 2001

Fri, 13 Jul 2001 17:55:02 GMT

Connectivity Unconventional

Here's my creed: Never will I step on bounded rocks that found what others lost.

In the middle I speak: Shall I go not to you--my sweet forever; when can shades of blue be cheerfully flamboyant?

Distant echoes of plights: Never and always--can I, of course I will.

Today in the mud, I sit and wait...

Monday, June 25, 2001

Mon, 25 Jun 2001 03:53:26 GMT

In the Haze

Warm is the freezing darkness of the night...
While I endeavor to begin,
I wanted to put a stop... to!

So much have been demanded control is no more,
and rethinking proves no help to restless minds
and wandering hearts.

Still, as I dwell to cope with survival,
I end up stagnant in circling circumstances
Like popsicle sticks rotting to chocolate cream...
And so I thought!

Friday, June 15, 2001

Fri, 15 Jun 2001 15:09:33 GMT

I know, I know... it took so long.

But the past weeks were very hard for me. Shifting careers, schedules, and work sickened me for three days, which almost felt like years!

Oh no! Not again... Just as I thought I was getting better, I was out in the morning (12am to 9am) like a ghost trying to convince others to do business with me...

Anyways, I have learned that to be resilient requires patience and perseverance, and also inspiration... Thanks to all those who believed, I still wake up with a smile...

Friday, June 01, 2001

Fri, 01 Jun 2001 21:32:08 GMT

On Graveyard Shift--Whatever...

Learning is variably the same as experiencing excruciation. Not that pain is involved, but life is about struggling, and from it we deduce fantastic notions, almost jargon to others, but far reaches deep in our realm.

Where in school we were taught not to not believe, in life we experience and learn sensibility, sensitivity and most importantly, negativity—the reason why we formulate equations that usually end up extremely flawed.

Needle-like deduction, mindless decision-making, and whatever other bullshits they are called—we use our mind, we think not because we wanted theories applied, but because we’re tired of seeking perfection so we stay the same. And the cycle never stops.

Dare comment on this one, I, too failed to understand.

Thursday, May 31, 2001

Thu, 31 May 2001 03:38:11 GMT

We are all entitled to render ourselves the truth of concepts and ideas we pick up everyday and everywhere, no matter how bizarre or absurd these theories are.

Sometimes we tend to rely on credulity, or we use it as escapegoat, to stay on where we're at. However, if we think about it deeply, allowing more time, pushing more tests, we find out there really aren't enough explanations to support our never-ending questions. And so we continue... Breathe air, walk the streets, talk to strangers, you'll never know... You'll never know when.

Scrap it, this is my personal gobbledygook. Sounds less sane than ever...

Thursday, May 31, 2001

Thu, 31 May 2001 03:31:54 GMT

Early On

I am free but without choice
I am living but without voice
I am here with flying thoughts
I am everywhere trying
In an urgent endeavor to seize
My new stead

My rectitude curves with a slight of a mop
But not as stupid as stupidity dictates
It's not me...¢À

Tuesday, May 29, 2001

Tue, 29 May 2001 03:39:11 GMT

Prelude to Franticism

I am the same
But dissimilar say

Not a single ray of light and struck
Too weak to notice
Too strong to stay lame
Weaving the untouched...
Keeping in touch
Of reality versus what you believe

See...
Sea...
Help!

And welcome to my dwelling stead!♦