it smells like the ewe ouiii!
My oh my does time fly when your living in the bubble i call "real" life. Personal Practice, Social Havoc, and romantic whatever you want to call it keep soaking up my everyday, driving me away, from this escapists forum of a whole other circle. But do not fret, I wont go away, found a way to write today about the time that has slipped by. Almost two weeks, and not a post to speak, but so much to say, that goes on in the actual everyday, but otherwise remains a secret.
Conservative minority, makes me a little glee. Watch Harper fall, as did the fate of the minority liber all. feeling not so typical, and if you dont know what that means, send me a message and ill show you how Ive been making ma greens. Oh you ladies, you crazy little species, gets me on my knees, feeling oh so fine, about that bottle wine and friday night 'round 9. Its what all this work is for, going on that door and knowing that those big bright eyes and lucious little moves are waiting to groove for a seventy hour endeavor in lewevvvv.
If you don't know what lewevvv is, its all that nasty stuff that gets wrapped up in the promiscuous emotion that makes you go EWE OUIII!!!
I say I say , EWEWEWEWE WE WEWEWE WOUIIIIIIIII
and then i said...
I just hate that it has to be such a divided ideology between the concept of right and left
the perpetuation of stereotypes is the problem in almost all public realms. Its an unfortunate circumstance that comes from such a global public. I think thats the problem with the left in politics. Those general overarching problems that actually matter more than financial reasoning, like environment, a decrease in spending, a general sense of direction and progress towards the use of resources like oil, and lumber, and fishing, dont hit on a level by which matter on the political scale. Taxes, Debt, Profiteering, War, Control, Monopoly, thats what matters and governs.
Anything I type with regards to voting NDP becomes a preach of sorts, but thats the problem with the left, its all a preach. No one believes it can work, I have no evidence for ndp/green party federal government even though as a movement it is spending so much hard earned money to try and tell us that they can do it. However, it is a third/fourth option to an otherwise general malaise between two other parties that everyone seems to draw wrong to.
I mean who gets mad at Layton. Everyone nods their heads and goes, you know he was right on that one but he'll never win. Isnt that funny though, now that I think about it, everyone I know that saw the debates was like:
"hey what did you think of the debate"
"well, i think that martin came across as a liar but really does care about Canada despite the attack ads, harper came across as a robot, but he kinda came out on top, and it was nice to see that layton had all the right answers, he's cute!"
This is an aside ramble, but, I dont care that Martin found a tax cut for his ships, good on him, i wish i owned some foreign ships, gimme a break. Over flags. Its a global world get out there boy. If I get a Layton in there, super, otherwise I want a leader that knows how to diversify Canadian owned ships. It opens a door to a generation next.
The points I made at the dinner table last night!
I will vote NDP this year, and it has been decided for some time. There are a plethora of reasons for one to choose the little party that could based on platform ideals alone. Environmental, social, patriotical, mustachical but to those ideas I will leave to other public forums with more particular and purpose driven voices.
Above platforms there are two fundamental reasons I will vote orange in this coming election. Firstly, for no other reason than I believe that democracy need not be a battle of marginal polars. The Canadian Mosaic prooves that we need not fit the global mold and admit that all decisions on a political level need to made in between two parties. Let us be unique, let us be forward thinking, let us be open minded to change.
Why must our system of governance be wrapped up into blue's and red's? For no other more important reason than I believe democratic government can be more than two voices I choose to give my vote to the quintessential substance which prooves we still live in a vocal public sphere.
For the particulars in all of you, the second reason be for the marginal differences that lie between the liberals and conservatives. Tax talk is a hot topic for the two parties, where in actuality the difference between their approaches for all Canadians are minimal for all levels of canadians.
Do NOT vote conservative and please do NOT ignore the backbone of conservative politics that has managed to avoid the media limelight during this election. I really hope that voters realize the ethical and fundamental wrongs with the conservative ideology and do not vote solely on the day to day impact that a conservative government will provide the checkbooks of the nation.
And if not NDP, vote liberal. Who gives a shit about scandal. Lie to yourselves and say that scandal does not exist in all forms of business. From art to education someone is cheating someone else, its the basis for success, and so what if a few franco-canadian consultants got a few backhanded millions, it beats aligning ourselves with backward thinking neocon loving robot looking harperbots.
Thanks for stopping by
Do you really think at a quarter to two I write for you? The guy who will come by and tell me where and how I have committed a comma splice? Do you think I jot to trot my looks and style to to a girl I will entice? Critiquing me, makes you the fool, for flashing the traditions of your BA, your embedded writing tools. Im not looking for a grade, a language maid, to clean or erase the things that drive me to write in this place.
I write to expunge, preach in stupid tongues, and if you so like, help me fly this kite, of ideals and tripe. It takes me no more than a commercial break, to fake good writing. With no thought, I rant out of no other need than to feed the lack of confidence that allows the public creation of this forum of nonsense. I make up rhymes to tease my style, and see if I can keep it up for as long as it takes me to run a mile: twenty minutes, im out of shape.
Yet I put my real name, for shallow points of fame and laugh as you continue to read. Its your insult that results in continued BS, and if you want me to stop I must confess, the only way is to digress, from feeding me critique from your own little desk. Please dont come back, so I can relax and stop confusing you into thinking that I really give a damn.
A beintot tout le monde.
So that's who I am!
Appearances can be deceiving, where the developed image of one over time can steamroll into a world of ill perception of a persona that can drive the origin of that rumour mill up the wall. While the world basis its acceptance of individuals on the words of others that surrounds that individual it is important to ground yourself, refresh your own personal vibe before you lose yourself in the world that gets created around you.
Think of every person you know. Think of yourself, is it not true that the image you have of that person stem from an opinion from someone other than the subject at hand. Its not your fault. We live in a world of subjective opinions for the personal that frame a supposed actual. A pundit is basically a legitimized rumour bitch, and every social circle has its pundits.
Can one twist the inevitable fortunes handed down by the populous that surrounds them. Can a public relations campaign really shift the state of opinion. Can a colour scheme make you someone new again. If nothing else, revamping the outer image of the self is a shallow opportunity to feel better about any ills you've made in the past.
The Fantastics, the Flutters, and The Feared Flushed.
The worst thing about the fantastics of life, is when the overwhelming joys of the rarity get trapped in your everyday. When that thing you can only have once (or if by chance the fabulous opportunity blossoms more than once, and makes my day again) burns itself into the reality of the everyday. When it becomes so obviously, for the time being, just an event, or occasion, though amazing it truly ends up itching uncontrollably for some time after as you live wanting more.
To be spoiled is a dangerous gift. To get those things you have longed, fawned, fantasized, wished, lusted, wanted, begged, bartered, dreamed for to come rushing into your immediately reality is amazing, but when that thing is something that isnt tangible, when its a happening, or experience, or a person, you end up spoiling yourself after you get what you've thought would only ever rest as a "wish that could be".
The inner flutters are an overbearing noticeable compared to the outward grin that staples itself on your face after a helping of bliss, and you end up flushing those flutters out with little write ups such as this.
Blogs are not only self-promotion, they are also the ideal place for you to say the things that you hope everyone is thinking, but if wrong, would otherwise create one hell of an
AWK in the room.
Sometimes embarassing yourself is worth it, depending on who you're writing for!
Only 50 a day, yet I cant stay away, though in this lies the bothersome worry of the everyday
Ideas start to pile up, and yet the urge constantly disolves. The resolutions, the opinions, feelings, both negative and positive about all of life's little indulgences. How does one develop a whole new means of presentation for the personal happenings of one, while also trying to re-invent the persona of a creation that has steamrolled out of social control. Only 50 a day, yet I can't stay away, though in this lies the bothersome worry of the conversational everyday.
Sometimes those embedded blogger rules that come about from the historical ramblings of others start to make sense, as you can write so freely, void or family, or friends who give a damn. Only fifty a day, yet I cant stay away, though in this lies the bothersome worry of the conversational everyday.
Do I talk about budding love, do I flaunt good fortunes in the face of a veiled readership. Probably not the best idea. I start to wonder if writing in poetic tongues, and loveable quotes from other authors will some how make my day to day more mysterious and more socially acceptable for myself. I hate that I cringe if someone brings this thing up. Only fifty a day, yet I cant stay away, though in this lies the bothersome worry of the conversational everyday.
Its weird how many addictive vices are injected through power and plugs as opposed to needles, or noses, or burnt paper.
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