Frivolous At Heart

It’s funny how life chides us at the moment we are most feeble. I felt that urge to just let go.., and I did quite so unwillingly. I do not know how to start nor do I know how to finish *thoughts*.

Beautiful had interest in someone or thought someone was “hot”. Of course, I supported her and urged her to speak to him. I know for most part, anyone with common caliber would have been sad and felt a little angry. I know of many kinds that justify this well. I don’t blame someone for feeling all is lost and nothing will come of it. For matter of fact, I have apathy for those that are selfish and inconsiderate of such matters.

Likewise, I do not know why I was so supportive of her and can only imagine what she would have felt if I wasn’t. She needs no acknowledgement nor does she need rights to lust for others she feels compelled and or attracted to. It’s only natural for someone to define and refine their tunes to someone with rhythm.

We got to talking and she asked I, If I had still so desired her… Of course it’s obvious I still lust with fiery for fairies without questions. I don’t remember the exact phrases that we both had exchanged but I know she was sad she can not give forth what I had desired.

She should not feel sad for me but feel thrilled to find someone attractive to her. Be sad without reason is with reasons conjured from your soul is beautiful. Who shall be sad for you when you are without light? No one will, so you must take stand and be sad for no one. Step on (quite a few) toes and voice your thoughts freely, for not doing so, you will be cornered and flanked by your hind quarters. Lust (added) with pressure- I’m immune, are you?

I see that speckle of happiness within her and I am enamored. To be appointed to such charm is well worth my own happiness. I do not see such true happiness in a lot of people whom I meet during my drift. If she is happy than I shall be happy for her. My emotions towards her is like a light switch. She requests that we are ONLY friends and so I accept it; however, my desire, encapsulated within it’s own bubble, for her can not be turned off.

Nomad:

I have not had interest in anyone for quite sometime and so my feelings are now,… in an environment of unstable heretical thoughts. My emotions are bleak to non-existing. Though I do find myself confined and always anticipating for peril. I am a person whom you would say very unconventional. I am for the most part, very unconventional and very liberal. Though many see it as being odd and perhaps thinking that I’m a FREAK. I
must oblige for to be normal is to be uninteresting.

Perhaps I have had interest in a particular person but did not come to the realization of ever seeing her again. I may sound harsh and often reflect this state upon my own rational thoughts but I do admit, I’m pleased to have seen her once gain. From within, my longing for this person, goes back many years, has captivated me for the better half of me. I still am the most calm and resolute person as I’ve always been. Still, she captivates me in an ironic approach… she shows me there are still people out there with spunk. I find that very appealing. Don’t you think so? I knew that you would.

I find life to be very interesting simply for the fact that life in itself, is a mirror for the past and the present. I’ve foreseen all that can be and all that was. I’ve lost a step or two and can no longer see in a direction I have come to be accustomed to… carefree. I do not have it in myself to genuinely care for many and the masses but only for a few. I am the water that quenches your thirst and I am the many bodies that interlay the sources of an enigma: I am complex.

With many facades one can display, there is ultimately a single person within a person; an image erected from within another that feigns and lacks wholeness. I try not to dupe myself into something I do not want to become. Something I loathe and evidently,… I have become. You see it with your eyes but taste the drift by the prickly hair behind the nape. Sometimes GOD burdens us with an extra sense. It’s solemn the way how one vision can intervene another. How is that your hindsight differs from your first impression?

I am like the many raindrops betrayed by the heavens to fall without wings. I am pure within but seem so fictitious as the stagnant pond waters I inhabit. I am surrounded by the inanimate, I am engulfed by it’s flames. I am the pyre that is blind in both eyes for I choose no sides. As the heaven’s roar cannot quench my thirst, I cannot be dispatched nor can I be remedied of my desires for her. I am inconclusive

I have a six inch diameter cylinder candle that contains three wicks.It’s burgundy I suppose from the images
given below. Well I had lit the candle for many days on ends and burn it did! I find myself guessing “why does
one wick stop burning?”- the other two wicks are fine and burns with fiery. Ah?, it is drowning in it’s own pool of waxy fuel.

As you can see the photos below, it’s obvious that the interior or the “gut” as I call it, was being slowly excavated by the searing heat provided by the three lit wicks. It’s actually caving in itself and doing more harm than good (lighting my room for that O fuzzy feeling).

My solution: Cut it! I didn’t know it took such muscles and breath. I found muscles aching where I had originally thought didn’t exist? Ironic! Yup, I consider that deed quite handy! Check it out!

“Uncouth and lined with gold, a heart with many aches. Inseams from left to right bringing along fevering blight. Threaded with strands of silver encased in a thrice prison. Murmur here, a quiver there, no voice exists, O but bliss. Perchance some air or certe perhaps glinted signs of light. Choking and gasping, no one knows and no one cares. Signs of desperation are not noticed as the tears run dry. Thoughts are for one lover, considerations are for two.”

As lovers, you take each other in sweet embrace knowing that your love is undying and appreciated mutually. As you both engorge in a fanatic lovers twine, some realize all there that exists is love. One may question compatibility whilsts the other is captivated as they dream of dreams. All lovers fret but at times, you realize you both are not meant for one another. Love that person to only see them gone. If you hold on, both of you will be like rocks under a river bed weathering together but perchance, one rock will weather a saturated hue as both will not grey in unison. With that knowledge, the only reason one person has not been washed to shore is self-pity for the others happiness. Such a sacrifice but who will think of you whilsts you are too busy anticipating for an unjust cause? Ignorance is bliss for loving someone who loves you for pity sakes. Such gyse you have brought forth whilsts playing an advocate for Louie. Your heart learns to love and shall love for merit. Tortured by your own devices, you find solas in blank books for you have written none.

I do not know why I have chosen this path to farther demoralize myself self-consciously and physically. I know not why I have nor do I have it within to banish the shadows that plague this encased body. I have shown great manner and appreciation to and towards a many- bound to nothing; I am free.

In fine glances, I see nothing and feel there is no need for etching due notes. For to keep note, it is like writing in the air with quill but no parchment. Useless scribing of graced limb to no ends met. I find myself in a constant battle of epic proportions between truth and fantasy. I see truth. Things that are, will be; things that are instill are devoid; things that have shape, will have none. As the wind thrashes and howls, sand will be sand and does not compliment nor does it yield to the wind. Sand will be sand. It moves ever so lightly yet so abrasive; each grain of sand.

No matter what song is sung, it never seems to be in synced with such luscious rhythm: rhythm of chasteness. It is so and it will be. To impregnate a prism with soft caresses does nothing as such a prism bears no goost to reflect what has already been hinted. You are voiceless to a box that has-noth ample resonance.

The desire, shapeless; fares like flickering flames abound that dances and sways with the lightest breathe. Desires are like the clouds splashed upon the horizon never knowing what shape to take upon itself to become. Moved by the heavens, it has no will of it’s own but rather, it is surreal in nature and carves it’s own path. It flows unbroken in it’s formation and tends to drede the direction it happens to be leading. Blind it is.

Well, our yard isn’t too impressive like many others like
us;) We decided to do something about it and got concrete
borders done professionally to finish off our yard! I must
say, it’s quite dazzling! Now I’m going to go buy a lot of
greens and try to plant them? yah!!! Check out the photos
below- you will like them as much as I do.. Enjoy!

Well we all know that toner is expensive and I happen to have a Brother HL-1440 Laser Printer. I have to admit,
going laser saves you so much money on ink cartridges. With our economy going so GREAT (yeah…), we can
usually pick up an ink jet printer for less than 50USD. The ironic thing is…these things pack two ink cartridges
each being 20-45USD each! That is more than the cost of the printer! So my friend said once, “Why buy ink
when you can go out and buy another printer for 30USD with a rebate?”, of course, this makes great sense and it’s the logical thing to do!

Well, I figured with all the money I throw in ink alone, I could have purchased myself a nice laser printer- so I did
just that! Sure, 6,000 pages before the toner runs out but that’s fine-N-dandy until you have to replace it! The toner alone, cost 100+USD and I chose to refill my toner instead! Two refills cost about 25USD + elbow grease. I didn’t really include the whole instructions on how to do a refill but this should give you and idea. To do this successfully, I recommend a funnel and a vacuum. Surprisingly, when I was done, the laser printer printed very nice and streak free documents! Enjoy!

An amazing play! The performance and cast did an

outstanding job! The play was rich in flavor and O
so romantic. I guess I live my life through theatrical
performances! Sometimes it makes me wonder if
I’m fit for such closure. My Fair lady had “zing and
zang” and “umph” throughout the whole performance!
Professor Henry Higgins and Eliza Doolittle made the
whole set fall in place and swept me off my feet.
Their love and affection was not tangible to say the
least but you knew it was there even though Professor
Higgins tried so hard to conceal it- he consumed
himself with his outright scheming personality!
I really enjoyed this-

Wow another wonderful and thankful Thanksgiving. I have a lot to be thankful for and that I’m glad I’m healthy and vibrant! I’m sure many of you have had a wonderful holiday- god bless. This yr we cooked the turkey in a caldron instead of a plastic bag. It came out great, just wasn’t as moist as last yr and the yr before it. We threw in steak this year too! It was delicious! I’m happy this yr we didn’t make instant mash potatoes- it was from scratch! Now I have a lot of turkey to eat for the winter! I’ve included a few photos below:

I recently purchased a new Ryobi Trimmer only to find out that it is inadequately designed. I find it quite funny
that their 18inch trimmer was 25USD more than the 17 inch version. By the way, both 17inch and 18inch models are of same spec(s). The only differences are that the cut lengths and whether you want a straight shaft or a curved shaft trimmer. Everything else, are the same.

The reason why I purchased a new trimmer was because I thought my original one failed but apparently it did not. It had an idle issue which I remedied quite quickly. The comparison between the new and old trimmers

The Trimmer I have is very efficiently designed. The gas is fed with gravity in mind, the muffler is below the bottom, and the handle arm is superior in design (asb). Those three designs literally made me return the new
inefficiently designed Trimmer I purchased in one week.

In comparison, the newer Trimmer; however, does have a stronger and more robust motor but that is all I think
it is worth. Other than the new yellow paint Ryobi decided to dash on the new Trimmer, the new design is horrible. Gas is not fed with gravity in mind, the muffler resides on the top which makes your forearm really HOT when you rest on it for support and assistance in maneuver- ability and torque positioning. The handle arm is horribly designed. Instead of being held on by four hex bolts (which helps in preventing slipping), Ryobi used inexpensive and far inferior material and workmanship to hold the handle in place (only one screw holds the new
handle in place). When I used it I had no control over the Trimmer because the handle would slip and slide plus it “kinda” ruined the ugly yellow paint? Check it OUT