Blurty for Mystro.
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| Tuesday, September 28th, 2010 |
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"Starting today, like all other days, life begins again for me and the world as I know it. I am the world as I see it and it needs to change. I know life changes with or without me knowing, knowing where to change is not always so simple to notice, yet realizing that change is needed is a paradox." Status:how I live. The Room itself:where I live. Conclusion:what I need to live better. |
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| Sunday, September 5th, 2010 |
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My real name is Emmanuel, (Charlene a.k.a Charly) my girlfriend and I have both been (and still are) Caregivers for an elderly man who is a quadriplegic and his name is Bob. She has worked with him for many years (paid) and I have worked with Bob for about two years. In the past Charly had become so “burnt-out” that she had to admit herself to a hospital and they admitted her to a mental/rehab institution for two weeks (not an enjoyable vacation). After her admittance I took over her job “full time” working and drained to the point that I would sleep between double and triple shifts just to wake up after nightmares of Bob deceased and still talking to me while mourning at his wake. I on the other hand found myself drinking way too much and not recalling the fact that I was becoming burnt out myself, as this continued, our relationship (as rocky as it was already) had become dangerously volatile and infidelity struck a blow that would devastate our too fragile friendship. I became lost and living right next door the Bob, I needed release but couldn’t leave the city he lived in just to compensate for the fact that the other employee’s would call out randomly because they knew that if they did not want to come in that I am there anyway. Some time after all this, an old ‘friend/fling’ of mine (whose name won’t be mentioned) was visiting ‘her’ daughter living the next street over with her grand parents, seen me on the way back to Bob’s ‘my room I was renting’ and asked if everything was “ok” and wondered if ‘we could hang out like old times’ and I sure all who read this could understand what happened next. I cheated and became an alcoholic with no regard for my own life. The main point that I am getting at now is that as I am typing this, Charly is still sleeping at 11am after falling asleep at 11pm last night. She has been working over time, and not taking any time for herself. Just a while ago she woke crying from a horrible dream that all of my family (including me) had turned on her and wanted nothing to do with her. I am not sure what to do, I do go to Bob’s with her at least three out of her six shifts a week, just to keep her from having another mental break down and now I am worried that she won’t snap out of it this time around. Seeking help for Me, my dearest Charly and Bob. Please help! |
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| Tuesday, August 31st, 2010 |
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Instead of saying "I'll do it, if no one esle is going to..." recite "I like the way I do it, better!" |
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| Saturday, August 28th, 2010 |
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Never was here before.This place, where I am now, has been and always will be my life. Off and running my new game plan seems to have it flaws but what Hitting the ground running, on the other hand, is a life lesson Jetting off into the cosmic ether, I send forth positive thoughts So my saying to you is "Love the life you live, live the life you |
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| Saturday, August 21st, 2010 |
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I hate Danielle. Danielle is my son's mother If I were alone in a room with Danielle, I would kill myself. I think Danielle should stop teaching my son to be a "un-educated-hood rat". Danielle needs to leave me the f alone. I want to pray for Danielle. |
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Seeing, believes and knowing is improving, there can be something’s that have not made sense but a clear thought and just the right illumination, all become understood. Many fear the dark and the night sky, afraid of the natural wonders or dangers that may lurk, yet I look forward to the evening when the night is quiet and the crickets sing their nightly songs. So used to the sun and it daily transit across the equator, helps me with my sense of direction but the moon and her glow lets me feel the resting of dusk and the yawning of dawn, as I never start at any particular time I am always in tune with the son and the moon. Slowly creeping through this solar system gently sliding over the earth crust seems to comfort my wandering spirit, but the mind never rests. Always clanking and stuttering my jumbled ideas and visions. And yet steadily with the sun setting I can let the whole day go as the last light is seem and the new day has just been inseminated by the spermatozoon of tomorrow, killing anything left of yesterday. “The bottom line is that we're all due for some changes and the most desirable ones are those that we choose ourselves.” *Jeff Jawer |
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| Thursday, August 12th, 2010 |
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http://www.thesteelyard.org/events/calen Yes it is the third annual IRON CHEF COMPETITION, and all who live in or around RI should come and watch, you must be warned, there will be out side construction and this means that there is a spectator hazards with the welding equipment which will be fully explained before the competition. AND yours truly and The Frankie (my brother plus and the Yardie team) will be one of the teams kicking the slag off the other teams, but all in good sportsman ship and fun. The medium for the comp. is the medium for my art. Take a giant pile of odd and end scrap metal, sift through it like your searching for a needle in a hay stack, and then weld the hell out of what ever you get your hands on (or that can be welded) and that is it. I can not wait for this event. I have been waiting for a chance to show people how creativity works when it is properly trained and let loose on the public. Frank has always been my biggest fan and personal collector of all of my art and his talent and influence at this challenge will ultimately lead to our VICTORY. |
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| Monday, August 9th, 2010 |
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What’s in a name? an old Chinese proverb says "your true wealth is your reputation," and I would like to add to that "you can not pay your way with your character." I have seen so many people try to "buy with their way with their good looks" and many people who don't seem to get the point that “what is on your face is more than likely what is going on in your head.” Using this as a guideline for others, I try to smile and remember name and faces of people by how they act and their manners. The hand shake means you have social interacting skills and you are not afraid of putting a piece of you out there. The look in the eyes show a general interest and a connection that is recognized by the brain as trustworthy. Introducing yourself is the last thing you do before you make a bad impression. Many of my friends and family know me (and choose to call me by) Mystro, and those who know me somewhat well enough (or have no respect for my individualism) call me Manny, while my first name is Emmanuel, these personas are no more than a necessary transition from the person I thought I was and the Me I am today. There is a list of names I would call myself, answering the universal question, “who am I?” I would say first an artist and last a loving supporting father and member of a large family, a giver of life and a seeker of knowledge, a boy in a man’s body and a body of life floating in the cosmic waves of space. Then again I am just a city slicking-want-to-be country boy, tree hugging hippie born too late after the revolution. Or maybe an alcoholic deadbeat who has admitted to cheating and sinning. If this sounds like you, you should stop reading, or keep reading because we may have a lot in common that might teach you something that you thought did not exist. So what difference does the name make? If I go by what people called me when they were upset, I would refrain from using my name around young influential children. Or if I were to go by how different people have flocked to me like some kind of messiah, my name would probably be broken down into seventy-two different meanings like the early Hebrews did with the name of GOD before most of them were cast out or killed, and it would be so holy that the wrong person speaking my name would go into an demonic trance or convulsions. Needless to say another quote (and there will be more with every entry), “Everyone is a nobody, and nobody is perfect!” *R Brezsny. |
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Blurty for Mystro.
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