...read or hear something they often think they figured it out themselves when it was someone else who figured it out. It's how human electricity travels. Knowledge is like electricity passed from person to person and we all have our own current
I can never read anything I write for the first time. I only get to make it.
If we don't say the stuff that people tune-out, then it won't be here for the ones that will need it.
Saturday, June 8, 2019
Thursday, May 2, 2019
The Best One, a poem, by Stephan Pacheco
The damage is done.
The thrills are less fun.
I've been handed a gun.
Laughing,
I stare into the Sun.
Something has to be won.
I can't write. I only fight.
My direction is gone.
Every woman I "Love,"
says, "that's not enough."
Above poverty it's happy, gassy, and fine.
Nothing trickles down while they spill and
they dine.
Anyone else left behind
are disfigured, unbuildable,
and no longer kind.
Pieces so broken
I've lost everyone.
Crashed out in the race
peers lap my desperate pace.
The lingering will
reduced to a pill.
"Stay in a little longer."
"You'll die or you'll get stronger."
Too abandoned, too rotten.
A lover of all of us too
instantly forgotten.
Writing a poem
won't take me home.
I waited so long
that I made it all wrong.
Fake and dumb
too distracted to come in rut.
All these blank papers
in cabinets, locked-up, and shut.
Lazy and stupid
I fell in the mud
sooner or never I'll admit I'm a dud.
Bald and fat, a beaten old stud.
A cheater, a beater, a loser, and a thief.
Drug adaled, embattled,
my tiger's blood gave me AIDs.
You're nothing at all
unless you get paid.
I flunked out this year.
I revved the different gear.
Destined by fear
I rescind to the rear.
A wolf surrounded by bears.
As we dwindle to less
they start saying we're rare.
I'm too blind to glare.
Every vision a mirage
pulls us back to the stage
where we're yelling in rage
from a chemical reaction
without an operation
that feeds us a function
to lie us out bare.
Swindled and scammed,
I'm the doubt in your eyes
The distance in your gaze.
The lost trail. The spiral maze.
A justification for the laze.
When you want to get lost
I'll be easy to find.
Here. Present. Trapped in a silent mind.
Rattled by visions coiling me into the bind.
The long howl rips the night.
It made it all feel all right.
To bite back. To win the fight.
To recede into the endless source of epic
light
from a crackling zap that sparked all of life
into flight.
Burning and turning
away from my Sun.
I just lower the
gun.
Reminded by tingling
that I'm the Best One.
The thrills are less fun.
I've been handed a gun.
Laughing,
I stare into the Sun.
Something has to be won.
I can't write. I only fight.
My direction is gone.
Every woman I "Love,"
says, "that's not enough."
Above poverty it's happy, gassy, and fine.
Nothing trickles down while they spill and
they dine.
Anyone else left behind
are disfigured, unbuildable,
and no longer kind.
Pieces so broken
I've lost everyone.
Crashed out in the race
peers lap my desperate pace.
The lingering will
reduced to a pill.
"Stay in a little longer."
"You'll die or you'll get stronger."
Too abandoned, too rotten.
A lover of all of us too
instantly forgotten.
Writing a poem
won't take me home.
I waited so long
that I made it all wrong.
Fake and dumb
too distracted to come in rut.
All these blank papers
in cabinets, locked-up, and shut.
Lazy and stupid
I fell in the mud
sooner or never I'll admit I'm a dud.
Bald and fat, a beaten old stud.
A cheater, a beater, a loser, and a thief.
Drug adaled, embattled,
my tiger's blood gave me AIDs.
You're nothing at all
unless you get paid.
I flunked out this year.
I revved the different gear.
Destined by fear
I rescind to the rear.
A wolf surrounded by bears.
As we dwindle to less
they start saying we're rare.
I'm too blind to glare.
Every vision a mirage
pulls us back to the stage
where we're yelling in rage
from a chemical reaction
without an operation
that feeds us a function
to lie us out bare.
Swindled and scammed,
I'm the doubt in your eyes
The distance in your gaze.
The lost trail. The spiral maze.
A justification for the laze.
When you want to get lost
I'll be easy to find.
Here. Present. Trapped in a silent mind.
Rattled by visions coiling me into the bind.
The long howl rips the night.
It made it all feel all right.
To bite back. To win the fight.
To recede into the endless source of epic
light
from a crackling zap that sparked all of life
into flight.
Burning and turning
away from my Sun.
I just lower the
gun.
Reminded by tingling
that I'm the Best One.
Saturday, March 30, 2019
How to Kiss
#HowToKiss #kiss
If you're taller, bend your head down to meet your partner. If you're shorter raise your chin up, it's okay to lift your partners chin gently. Make eye contact. Turn the top of your head to the right, your partner should do the same to avoid bumping noses.. Slowly press your lips together against your partners, alternate pressure on the lower and upper lip. Breathe through your nose. Slowly open your mouth and let your tongues touch. The more willingness you feel back the more tongue can be in the other person's mouth. Pull away with a light suck on the top or bottom lip. Make eye contact.
Try some more on your own.
If you're taller, bend your head down to meet your partner. If you're shorter raise your chin up, it's okay to lift your partners chin gently. Make eye contact. Turn the top of your head to the right, your partner should do the same to avoid bumping noses.. Slowly press your lips together against your partners, alternate pressure on the lower and upper lip. Breathe through your nose. Slowly open your mouth and let your tongues touch. The more willingness you feel back the more tongue can be in the other person's mouth. Pull away with a light suck on the top or bottom lip. Make eye contact.
Try some more on your own.
Wednesday, March 27, 2019
Review of the Manifest Utopia Series; Mid-West Review; 2013
Check and Balance
A Book Review of Stephan Pacheco’s Manifest Utopia Series; The Girl, A Journey in Memories through the Self; Zarat, Notes of the Becoming; and Existing, A Present Solution
By Samuel Drake, MHums
I suspect we have a genius at hand. After you get into the pace of this modern writing style which
is meant to represent the erratic breaking of the important thoughts that come to define us as a
person, the reader starts to see what this really is. The Heroes’ thoughts occur in nearly random,
but fatefully important events which symbolizes the makeup of all our streaming lives. In essence,
I believe that it is a link between what classes in the US/American society fight for and against
each other for; a sense of place that works out to a sense of superiority which this Author proves
is utterly imaginary. I believe that Pacheco believes that Human Equality and Utopia itself are
just a mindset away. To reach this mindset we have to face what’s illogical and only self‐serving
in ourselves, while embracing our absolute, non‐sinful, Humanness; which allows us, as people, to
honestly connect with each other without fear of one another. In the Works of Stephan Pacheco,
we’re meant to explore ourselves, our sex, and interact deliberately with the world without
fretting concern but with Compassion toward the emotions people around us may be trapped in. The
character’s anger only arising in non‐negotiable conflict against people attempting to assume
authority over others in order to have a sense of false self‐righteousness; a sense the characters
are certain, is impossible. Pacheco is open and is easily reachable for commentary. He was reached
through his LibetyCore.org website. When asked, “What is the ultimate intention of these
no‐holds‐bar aggressive books?” he responded to me via an email that said, “Ultimately, they are
meant to address the pitfalls that secret and unaddressed fear turn a person into; a person that
they never wanted to be, that they originally thought they were fighting against. In the US we are
on the verge of personal Nazi‐esque imperialism spread throughout our families and jobs, or a
personal Utopia. I choose Utopia, and anyone can at any second, but it takes courage to bust our
egos. Total courage. Without censorship. Because an Internal War is required like every achievement
of Human Freedom, a revolution is required. Strong minds should read these books, the paradox is,
is that it’s the weak minds that need them which is why I’m branching back to my roots in Film and
visual Entertainment in order to reach them.
is meant to represent the erratic breaking of the important thoughts that come to define us as a
person, the reader starts to see what this really is. The Heroes’ thoughts occur in nearly random,
but fatefully important events which symbolizes the makeup of all our streaming lives. In essence,
I believe that it is a link between what classes in the US/American society fight for and against
each other for; a sense of place that works out to a sense of superiority which this Author proves
is utterly imaginary. I believe that Pacheco believes that Human Equality and Utopia itself are
just a mindset away. To reach this mindset we have to face what’s illogical and only self‐serving
in ourselves, while embracing our absolute, non‐sinful, Humanness; which allows us, as people, to
honestly connect with each other without fear of one another. In the Works of Stephan Pacheco,
we’re meant to explore ourselves, our sex, and interact deliberately with the world without
fretting concern but with Compassion toward the emotions people around us may be trapped in. The
character’s anger only arising in non‐negotiable conflict against people attempting to assume
authority over others in order to have a sense of false self‐righteousness; a sense the characters
are certain, is impossible. Pacheco is open and is easily reachable for commentary. He was reached
through his LibetyCore.org website. When asked, “What is the ultimate intention of these
no‐holds‐bar aggressive books?” he responded to me via an email that said, “Ultimately, they are
meant to address the pitfalls that secret and unaddressed fear turn a person into; a person that
they never wanted to be, that they originally thought they were fighting against. In the US we are
on the verge of personal Nazi‐esque imperialism spread throughout our families and jobs, or a
personal Utopia. I choose Utopia, and anyone can at any second, but it takes courage to bust our
egos. Total courage. Without censorship. Because an Internal War is required like every achievement
of Human Freedom, a revolution is required. Strong minds should read these books, the paradox is,
is that it’s the weak minds that need them which is why I’m branching back to my roots in Film and
visual Entertainment in order to reach them.
However, we are going to make this an audio book and will likely do something with it visually,
eventually.” These Heroes are the people that do what others want to do but wind up repressing to
be non‐confrontational, because of their relationship with fear, and a fictional judgment, thereby
harming their sense of self, their society and definitely their government.
eventually.” These Heroes are the people that do what others want to do but wind up repressing to
be non‐confrontational, because of their relationship with fear, and a fictional judgment, thereby
harming their sense of self, their society and definitely their government.
It’s the Freedom that’s impressive. It is the character’s non‐willingness to compromise the
Equality they know they permanently have that expels them from a world created in a society’s
super‐consciousness where the will to be the best enslaves lower classes with a false assumption
of supremacy; a supremacy that these characters know is a factual impossibility. These works raise
the question of, why does American society keep using something, anything to create a supremacist
ranking system; once racial, now educational, or financial; to create restrictions of involvement,
when all humans are created, live and die in Equality. Pacheco leads these characters to break away
from every lie that fear makes up in a person’s mind to reach Freedom from our parents, our
teachers, our bosses, our society, its paid officers, and anyone attempting to use another person
to validate and glorify themselves by coercing answers and reactions from Individuals. The only
exception in Pacheco’s Works seems to be allowing the function of educational, compassionate
management devised to enable and not control a populace that I believe Pacheco realizes leads to
and that we are at the dawn of the “Future Knowledge Society.” For these characters, it’s about
where they found that particular caring guidance, and what led them there. In a time of increasing
regulation, we’re looking at a Free future, where regulation will ultimately be supplemented by
compassion, leading to a less stressed and aggressive mindset. These Utopian ideas really coming
after the first attacks a person must face in the early parts of Stephan Pacheco’s Manifest Utopia
Series.
Equality they know they permanently have that expels them from a world created in a society’s
super‐consciousness where the will to be the best enslaves lower classes with a false assumption
of supremacy; a supremacy that these characters know is a factual impossibility. These works raise
the question of, why does American society keep using something, anything to create a supremacist
ranking system; once racial, now educational, or financial; to create restrictions of involvement,
when all humans are created, live and die in Equality. Pacheco leads these characters to break away
from every lie that fear makes up in a person’s mind to reach Freedom from our parents, our
teachers, our bosses, our society, its paid officers, and anyone attempting to use another person
to validate and glorify themselves by coercing answers and reactions from Individuals. The only
exception in Pacheco’s Works seems to be allowing the function of educational, compassionate
management devised to enable and not control a populace that I believe Pacheco realizes leads to
and that we are at the dawn of the “Future Knowledge Society.” For these characters, it’s about
where they found that particular caring guidance, and what led them there. In a time of increasing
regulation, we’re looking at a Free future, where regulation will ultimately be supplemented by
compassion, leading to a less stressed and aggressive mindset. These Utopian ideas really coming
after the first attacks a person must face in the early parts of Stephan Pacheco’s Manifest Utopia
Series.
Pacheco also responded to me, “Without the brutally honest War there is no Utopia. We must care
enough to bring War upon ourselves. It’s the only path to real Peace.”
enough to bring War upon ourselves. It’s the only path to real Peace.”
These are books for the People and should be embraced by Intellectuals and enjoyed by the
entertain‐able, as Pacheco
entertain‐able, as Pacheco
takes no credit for writing these books, but gives the credit to his characters.
Deal and Win with collection agencies
an example:
Your name and address
The collection agency's name and address
RE: Account: 909218570
Hello, the alleged debt with Sprint is
inaccurate. The alleged debt is not due additionally because the
service Sprint sells in this area is not even close to service that I
was being charged for the alleged debt. Advertised Internet speeds of 20MBPS were .02MBPS. That's
slower than 2G. I would rather handle this alleged debt with the
original debtor.
Best,
Your Name
03/27/2019
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