December 2011
8 posts
A Roll of Life; Seal for Maximum Freshness
Unfortunate for what many professionals would call my “sanity” and “self-image”, that in my social emptyness I’m left to the custom device of thinking of my own behavioral traits, a task that then forces me mind to be like a large, multi-tier cinnamon roll, slowly unraveling itself from the feeble attempts at trying to simplify nonchalant and mundane events and...
Haiku 1
Familiar moves, Following previous steps, Why craze myself so?
I write haiku’s sometimes. I don’t know what this could mean: that sums up many, many things.
But probably women. *thumbs up*
Success.
Having passed both exams, I can add the most-pursued title: Mr. Kaezrer, LMT!
Daw, I’m just pulling lower extremities in traction. I’m not going to apply for my license until January, since I’m going to finish my holiday contract with an employer, and paying for both my license and then its renewal within the next 2 weeks is silly.
Statement.
I’d be disappointed to complete the first exam with minimal preparation only to fail the second with a bit of preparation.
You’ll know my success. My inevitable success.
1 of 2.
My first license exam is complete.
The second will be Friday. Pass it, and I’ll receive my illustrious title and ID number.
My thoughts stare into mirrors.
I feel like I can get what I want most outside of the area, away from the familiar where a new presence can be created. Would it stay new or form into what I tried to leave behind? I step to the rhythm of others’ will and absorb them: I will shape and bend to blend, and then vanish completely.