As I write, I’m going where,

There’s nothing more, than under there,.

And though it’s fine, I do still see

Something might be wrong with me

I know I’m working, harder still

I avoid some tones, even yet

And time is ok, though I’m through

Beginning to be done with sue

And ok weirdly I regress,

There’s something to the tempo test,

And perfect first but never after,

Seeing life in others laughter,

You’ll never find what I’ve been hiding,

I buried it so deep inside,

Need temperature control and back,

I seem to go through it’s old facts,

And why I never knew how to join

The things align and do annoint,

Whether I do say it wrong or right,

It’s never just the way you’d like,

But I seem to drone on for hours,

And watching training like in cowers,

So sometimes when I wonder how,

I guess the point is not to sour,

And here I restart in this mess,

After always forgetting this other test,

And I can’t think of what these are,

It’s last it’s first and kills the fire,

I’ll never get it wrong, but it’s always there,

Ready as a thief at night, c’mon it’s controlling me outta air,

Subjects patterns should I bother,

Money’s the problem to my brother,

And though I feel smart, I’ll regret,.

I don’t know I is forget.

Calstics bliss and tide me over,

Whatever water is the sower,

My heart still doesn’t listen when,.

The child listens jumps again .

And in this moment I think a lot,.A

Nd the it notices me to straight.

And then I figure all will end,.

Because I reverse and curse in then,.

The moment oases my fingers tap,.

I’m not having your heart in lack,.

And though I wonder what this means,.this devil in me doesn’t Sean, and see the timhines that are there, like little buggers over when why and that my pure estates.

A little early far too late,.

Edits come later on,.

Nice that you could play along

But when I release other words,.

There’s tender traded little blurbs ..

And no I can’t just say the song,.

That might met water a song on wrong.

Thank your father or mine too,.

Nobody still I believe in you..

Could be worth a dime or two ..

Early on the triggered buth .

I’m blank in store andsm stone in shield,

Pebbles breaking under steed,A

Nd if the doctor could be right,.

It’s probably just a devil’s night..

Halloween came once last year,.

And everytime they played it ear,.

And yes my crazy thoughts don’t work,.

Eeding meeting a miracle working.

I guess I should listen to myself,.

Thought is think through my ke self .

Help me who you ever be,.

I don’t need help and they are there,

But yet I composed another one,..

Just to be seen and not go wrong,

Mr. Matthews always right,.

But this games even toughermm mtoight

Biologically, it nails a genuine truth: many organs slow down at night while the kidneys keep working tirelessly. Even when you’re asleep, they’re filtering blood, regulating fluids, and making urine. It’s a quiet, ceaseless process — almost like the body’s unsung night-shift worker.

Philosophically, the strip hints at something deeper: how some responsibilities never pause, even when everything else seems at rest. It mirrors people who quietly bear burdens or maintain order behind the scenes, often without recognition. There’s a touch of existential comedy in the idea that “rest” is selective — and that effort, dedication, or even worry doesn’t always clock out.

I’ve been looking for something constructive and lucrative to do today, as debt problems surmount without much ease. I would like something, or someone, to have fun with on my birthday, and something on an ongoing basis. A few people I’ve been in touch with, but things don’t seem to align. Memories haunt me sometimes, and tech – can tech avoid giving us back what we put in? Doubtfully not. I’m grateful, I’ve had a nice weekend, made some cash at work, and that this ebook allows me to frame my thoughts, among other writings. I also have my fortieth birthday approaching, so maybe I should bring something to someone – giving up something I don’t need. I will keep on top of things, this I know, but there’s a few things to say.

Inside lies more wealth than we know,

And it’s too true; we reap what we sow,

so if I were to just ask,

ask it a lot, ask for a task,

ask for the pay, for the roof and the home,

ask for some people to leave me alone,

Ask for a friend, a brother & sister,

ask for the strength,

just to resist’er.

Bless you, have a great Canada Day.

Words cannot describe.

How I feel today.

I don’t know why he calls me in.

He uses and abuses, the power he has within.

When he could just step down,

And let other people in.

He hates on the queers,

Begs for money during the blessing,

Leaves you with a word,

With no direction that I’m guessing,

And maybe I’m not as versed,

But some things I do know,

Is that God is not an angel,

And supports the things below.

Yet truly he has a point,

And a job he must still do,

And he’s helped me countless times,

That I gave time to you.

And maybe I like lies,

Or twisting little thoughts,

But magic also lives here,

Somewhere in our hearts.

In pure simplicity.

I’m worried about some things,

That I can barely see.

For 40 years I’ve searched,

For everything I’ve learned,

And yet I could barely say,

More than simple words.

Because everyone has a secret,

I’m too tired to rediscover,

But when you need a secret,

You blow gods holy cover.

(or just remember you’re a sower)

That couldn’t mean ten things,

Something I could say,

To bring back holy wings,

I feel so remorseful,

For all I hadn’t said,

I know I keep on living,

Despite what could be dead,

And in each and every poem,

Are multitudes of thoughts,

I’m sorry I can’t be perfect,

But yet I might be not,

There’s gotta be a way,

To end it all again,

Any pain I might be causing,

By giving it a thought,

And though I don’t give up,

I know sometimes I say it,.

but when I truly mean it,.

I do truly mean it, I will,

Because as much as I try,

I now know that’s not the way yet.

And the conundrum comes,

For instantly I know,

today is still tomorrow, because sometimes we all fuck it up,

And forwards towards rewards I so.

If only my role was clearwaters, like his

holy discipline,

Or maybe I’m thinking back, to that thought they left with me,

To when I wrote in pen,.but yet I do know one thing, there’s more to like than see,

I’m constantly really trying,.to be a man I knew once,…though thought is blessed, sometimes I write it over, to see people really change, and quite possibly recover.

That’s my day in verse,

In something I’m trying to say,

In secret and in tongue,….that clearly noway means,

And thinking of a mix,…of good and bad I guess,…but single sentences,…it can be quite intense.

Towards or backwards,.

Forwards or through,

Summer is coming,

And spring be near through…

And though I’m a mix,

Of weird and unruly,

I know that time’s more,

Than I love you truly,

Because it takes a man,

And someone else too,

To say those three words,.

And,

They have to be meant,

Each and every time, and if they are not,

That might just be fine.

I could write a ending out, one to much more, but today is a day, and right here once more.

Okay. So. Here I am on my last day, in a way.

I’ve been writing about a lot of people and things,

Somewhat in code.

Maybe I don’t remember exactly what or why,

Or even, perhaps.

Balance is probably the greatest gift,

If it can be achieved, at something greater,

Which takes just that, and give,

So maybe I’ve fucked it up a lot,

Proverbially, to speak,

And maybe I’ve been weak.

But truly I can say to you, I’ve done most of it before,

And maybe God is not the devil, or work not just a bore,

But when I get up each day again,

I’d say my most powerful gift,

Is the weapon of the pen.

Yet maybe it’s a gift to write, in English or other tongue,

And maybe if I play it back right through,

I’ll have simmered down again.

Starting a nother new job

Serving from the other hand.

Synchronous with a nod

Different but similar uniform

And maybe without perfect anything

But a small smile

And a decent smell

Of food and beverage crew

And yet when all was said and done

I did it all for you

(who are you dear, and why so sad, and why doth life still get this bad)

I wish I could hear it once or more

But truly I’m a snooze and bore

And maybe little last gifts

Aren’t all that’s left but devils kiss

That there’s anything new,

Perfect timing it was,

In that past life,

In tomorrow’s day,

An unspoken wife,

A little forward I go,

Each day to come back,

To the start of roleplay

Panic attack

I’m not able to die,

When I cannot sleep,

I scream and I weave,

And forget how to speak,

And nevermind I broke it already,

A promise I made,

I can’t be the guy,

That perfect timing made slave.

It’s

Father in heaven,

Our hallowed name,

One day at a time,

And never the same,

Forgive us again,

So I can just do it over,

Forgive us in future,

So I don’t recover,

And there is a secret,

I don’t want to live,

Because I am so lonely,

And cannot stop to think.

Or ponder it over,

When you ask me to stop,

Do it do it alot.