November 2023
16-30
16-30
ONE WORD AT A TIME!
The Big Days
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What did you do yesterday?
The Given
The Given
- i update the site.
- i Write.
- i usually go to the Fitness Asylum but broken Pinky has placed me on the shelf.
- i Pitch.
- i Read.
- i Walk.
- i Write More.
- i Create.
Sparkly Pingle Ball is a fig-mint of my imagination. Minty. Every time, you wonder who the hell I'm talking with, it's Sparkly.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
Who are you?
If you think, I'm crazy, ask yourself one thing: Have you ever watched Family Guy? Or . . . ?
Sparkly's key role is to keep moving the narrative along. And to be hot!
Who are the voices in your head?
Embrace them. Love them. You are not alone.
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“Humans' Bistro” You are what we eat!
In a not-too-distant future, humanity has brought the world to the brink of destruction. Habitats have been ravaged, creatures have been mercilessly consumed, and the delicate balance of nature has been disrupted.
In a clandestine gathering, the animals come together, led by the clever and sociable Jack Rabbit, aptly named Jack. They realize survival can only be achieved by a drastic change in their ways. Instead of perpetuating the cycle of devouring one another, they conceive a daring plan. They create a series of culturally specific restaurants where humans become the main course.
With newfound determination, the animals transform a dilapidated town and rebrand it Foodville, a place where all creatures can indulge in their cravings for human flesh — to rid the world of the parasitically destructive humans.
Amidst the ensuing chaos, an unexpected romance blossoms between Mr. Wendal, a mischievous hyena, and Cantaloupe, a vegan antelope, who only eats cantaloupes while listening to “Cantaloop” by the British jazz hip hop group Us3.
Interwoven with these events is the tale of a loving grandmother and a cantankerous grandfather, who captivate their fifteen grandchildren with enchanting stories. Drawing inspiration from classics like “The Princess Bride” and “Big Fish,” the grandparents regale their young audience with tales of adventure, love, and animals reclaiming their rightful place in the world.
In a spine-chilling twist, the grandparents reveal their true identities as ethereal beings, guardians of the Animal Kingdom with insatiable appetites for venison.
Driven by their newfound power, the animals forsake their empathy and compassion, mirroring the destructive behaviors they once vehemently opposed.
With heavy hearts and a newfound understanding of the interconnectedness of all life, the surviving animals and humans unite to rebuild their shattered world. They vow to honour the memory of those who have been consumed and strive for a future where harmony prevails.
At the heart of it all, “Humans’ Bistro” stands as a poignant reminder of the fragility of life, the consequences of our choices, and the enduring power of love in the face of tragedy.
In a not-too-distant future, humanity has brought the world to the brink of destruction. Habitats have been ravaged, creatures have been mercilessly consumed, and the delicate balance of nature has been disrupted.
In a clandestine gathering, the animals come together, led by the clever and sociable Jack Rabbit, aptly named Jack. They realize survival can only be achieved by a drastic change in their ways. Instead of perpetuating the cycle of devouring one another, they conceive a daring plan. They create a series of culturally specific restaurants where humans become the main course.
With newfound determination, the animals transform a dilapidated town and rebrand it Foodville, a place where all creatures can indulge in their cravings for human flesh — to rid the world of the parasitically destructive humans.
Amidst the ensuing chaos, an unexpected romance blossoms between Mr. Wendal, a mischievous hyena, and Cantaloupe, a vegan antelope, who only eats cantaloupes while listening to “Cantaloop” by the British jazz hip hop group Us3.
Interwoven with these events is the tale of a loving grandmother and a cantankerous grandfather, who captivate their fifteen grandchildren with enchanting stories. Drawing inspiration from classics like “The Princess Bride” and “Big Fish,” the grandparents regale their young audience with tales of adventure, love, and animals reclaiming their rightful place in the world.
In a spine-chilling twist, the grandparents reveal their true identities as ethereal beings, guardians of the Animal Kingdom with insatiable appetites for venison.
Driven by their newfound power, the animals forsake their empathy and compassion, mirroring the destructive behaviors they once vehemently opposed.
With heavy hearts and a newfound understanding of the interconnectedness of all life, the surviving animals and humans unite to rebuild their shattered world. They vow to honour the memory of those who have been consumed and strive for a future where harmony prevails.
At the heart of it all, “Humans’ Bistro” stands as a poignant reminder of the fragility of life, the consequences of our choices, and the enduring power of love in the face of tragedy.
My Life
Oh, dear friend, let me lend an ear, to the story you seek to share and hear.
Born in shadows, scratching for light, a journey weaves through darkness and bright.
Breathe, run, and play, embracing the thrill, yet sometimes we stumble and fall down still.
Sports shape us, teach us to rise once more, stitched together, stronger than before.
A slight limp may walk beside you with grace, a reminder of battles you bravely embrace.
As you move forward, secrets may unfold, the light darkens, a mystery to behold.
Pieces cobbled back together with care, revealing glimpses of who you are there.
But why the secrecy, the hidden desire?
Questions whisper in your mind’s fire.
A health scare comes knocking on your door, drinks offer solace you can’t ignore.
Another scare arrives with a warning bell, but fear not, for you’ll be stitched up well.
Better than new, you shall rise above, a pill caddy filled with strength and love.
Every day brings healing and light, with determination, you’ll win this fight.
And if the question lingers in your mind, can you stop taking what fate has assigned?
Remember, dear friend, it’s your choice to make, to embark on a journey of wellness and break.
So, take a deep breath, stand tall and strong, know in your heart, you truly belong.
Stitched together with resilience anew, embrace each day and let your spirit shine through.
Oh, dear friend, let me lend an ear, to the story you seek to share and hear.
Born in shadows, scratching for light, a journey weaves through darkness and bright.
Breathe, run, and play, embracing the thrill, yet sometimes we stumble and fall down still.
Sports shape us, teach us to rise once more, stitched together, stronger than before.
A slight limp may walk beside you with grace, a reminder of battles you bravely embrace.
As you move forward, secrets may unfold, the light darkens, a mystery to behold.
Pieces cobbled back together with care, revealing glimpses of who you are there.
But why the secrecy, the hidden desire?
Questions whisper in your mind’s fire.
A health scare comes knocking on your door, drinks offer solace you can’t ignore.
Another scare arrives with a warning bell, but fear not, for you’ll be stitched up well.
Better than new, you shall rise above, a pill caddy filled with strength and love.
Every day brings healing and light, with determination, you’ll win this fight.
And if the question lingers in your mind, can you stop taking what fate has assigned?
Remember, dear friend, it’s your choice to make, to embark on a journey of wellness and break.
So, take a deep breath, stand tall and strong, know in your heart, you truly belong.
Stitched together with resilience anew, embrace each day and let your spirit shine through.
16thStatistical Thursday (16th)
2023 Totals Steps Total = 7,053,328
Average Steps Per Day = 22,041 Miles Per Day = 11.02 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 52 Resting Heart Rate = 39 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 800 Jobs Applied For = 250 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Homelessness = Looming At my age, I may as well get a face tattoo.
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
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Book Passages or |poems|
Dissemination
Hot Legs The Following Takes Place: 5 September 2013-July 16, 2017 2013 I have ridiculously hot legs. I really do. I have been told so on countless occasions by friends, lovers, and strangers on the street. A SAMPLING "Hey, you-you have sexy hot legs." I kid you not. I blushed. The City of Vancouver passed a bylaw about my legs. BYLAW 9583 LINDSAY W must wear shorts from 15 March-15 October (every year) Fine for non-compliance = $183.50 So, there you have it. I must don shorts. It would be a disservice to others if I didn't, don't you think? Summer was beginning to fizzle out. There was a little more than a month left to feast on my legs. That sentence sounded funny. My legs, although probably edible, are primarily for viewing pleasure. Anyway, today is sweltering. I can't remember the actual temperature—shall we say: + 26 Celsius. Time to sport my favourite black shorts; not only do they make my legs look scorching—but they also cling to my gluteus maximus, making me desirable to all. FULL STOP Laugh by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
“Breathe Deeper,” Tame Impala
I’ll be honest, I wasn’t immediately excited for a new Tame Impala album. I’ve loved every previous album and seen each tour, but over the years, my excitement, undeservedly, faded. Kevin Parker’s crowds had grown more bro-y with each passing year, as his shows embraced a more pulsing club mentality. It’s unfair, I know, but I was worried about what Parker had coming next. It turns out, on The Slow Rush, the musical mastermind at once embraced the future and the past, all at once. “Breathe Deeper” is a perfect example, as it blurs a ‘70s funk jam with lush synth breakdowns and a tumbling drum beat. What’s most astonishing is that he’s able to take each of these parts and blend them into a package for the modern festival circuit. I’ll be fist pumping right next to the bros this summer. — Matt Miller
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17thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,087,346
Average Steps Per Day = 22,078 Miles Per Day = 11.04 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 53 Resting Heart Rate = 39 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 800 Jobs Applied For = 252 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed) +++ Homelessness = Looming I"m running out of ways to juggle zero.
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
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Book Passages or |poems|
A collection of stories tripping between fiction + non, dark-sexual, hilarious—all sharing a common theme: Our burning desire to make it home. They may end in this book. Or not?
I just want to go home! A 60-Year-Old Man Running in Flip Flops (Stories) by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
J Hus - Big Conspiracy ft. iceè tgm
“They wanna judge me from what they heard I do / It’s a big conspiracy,” J Hus sings on the title track of his sophomore album. It comes two years after he served a brief sentence for carrying a knife in a shopping center in East London. (He was stopped because a police officer said he smelled of cannabis.) The track, with references to Ronald Reagan’s war on drugs and a system that’s set up to explicitly work against him, is an introspective look at a world that is conspiring to bring the rapper down. That he does this over a soulful beat, with jazzy guitar chords, adds to the contemplative nature of the song—and stands in stark contrast to the narrative that the media is trying to thread. — Matt Miller
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18thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,121,971
Average Steps Per Day = 22,117 Miles Per Day = 11.06 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 54 Resting Heart Rate = 39 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 253 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Ciniplex Odeon, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed) +++ Homelessness = Looming Dear Universe . . .
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
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Book Passages or |poems|
i am not a poet: a book of poems by Lindsay Wincherauk
$5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Grimes - Delete Forever
I’m constantly astonished by the range and scope of Grimes’s music. Often, it can be alien—an otherworldly creation all her own. Her latest album further establishes her as a pop star of the future. There are dystopian club bangers, near-ambient techno, and soaring sci-fi synth ballads. But the most surprising song on a set full of pure creative energy stuns in its normality. “Delete Forever,” is an earnest, strumming (with banjo of all things) acoustic track, like Grimes’s version of the token acoustic song from an early Green Day album. Written the night that Lil Peep died, the song, musically and production-wise, doesn't hide its fantastic songwriting beneath overly lofty ideas. It’s an earnest meditation on the opioid crisis; straightforward, beautiful, and powerful in its simplicity. — Matt Miller
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19thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,154,627
Average Steps Per Day = 22,219 Miles Per Day = 11.11 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 55 Resting Heart Rate = 39 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 257 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Ciniplex Odeon, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed) +++ Homelessness = Looming I don't know what to do . . .
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Book Passages or |poems|
Come along with me. Where do you want to go?
I know, let’s go to the bar. You in? Great. I want to change the rules. Pull up a stool. Peter walks into the bar. The bartender is in the back. What the fuck is wrong with old people? What do I mean? Peter is not the only one. But I think it is the disease of nearing death. What? The bartender is in the back. Doing stuff. Peter waves his arms in the air, shouting, hey, hey. Nobody’s there. That’s not good enough. He gets up off his stool and runs around to the main bar station. Nobody is there. He demands a drink, now, to nobody. The bartender returns. Peter says he needs a drink. You said he’s not the only one. That’s right, I did. What is this story about? I don’t know. I’m inventing. Anyway, back to Peter. His drink comes. Like PM, and Cousteau; the 76-year-old blank-blank who works at a church. They all demand their drinks to drop from the sky as soon as they sit down—as if magic. Cousteau usually, three seconds after sitting, begins to bitch asking who is the lucky one who is going to serve him. He swerves, and then starts saying if it is so-and-so, they were likely trained by so-and-so—I guess so-and-so doesn’t deliver to Cousteau’s home. Cousteau doesn’t appear to like so-and-so. Peter, PM, and Cousteau all roll the odometer at approximately 212 years of age. I guess they need their last drink, now. Who wants to be them. Nobody. Probably, not even them. If you’re not careful, when in their presence you might get sucked into bitching about someone 40-50 years younger. I will not be them. Don’t get sucked in. Enjoy whatever time you have left. That completes Page 1 or if I decide Page i. E.X.P.E.R.I.M.E.N.T.A.L (stories) by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. This |A Poem|
I can’t take care of my family anymore. Can you imagine what it feels like when you are 63 years old? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to ask for help at my age? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Do you know what it feels like to beg? Let me tell you, it feels like this. Should I confess how much I’m hurting inside? - Lindsay Wincherauk Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Andy Shauf - "Neon Skyline"
Andy Shauf’s songs are charming tales of everyday life. The vibes are good, like a friend telling a random little anecdote over a beer after work. It’s laid back, it’s harmless, it’s casually relatable. On Neon Skyline, every song works as one linear narrative, and its title track sets the scene and the characters, and establishes the laidback attitude that defines the set. It’s perhaps the least pretentious concept album you'll find—and by the end of this opening track, Shauf has already made a great friend out of you. Just sit back and enjoy what he has to tell you. — Matt Miller
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20thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,185,527
Average Steps Per Day = 22,177 Miles Per Day = 11.08 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 56 Resting Heart Rate = 39 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 261 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Ciniplex Odeon, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed) +++ Homelessness = Looming The music is getting louder . . . I am going to become homeless.
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
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Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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Book Passages or |poems|
Lindsay, a charismatic and talented raconteur, had dedicated 15 years of his life to a prestigious labour agency. He excelled at his job, connecting countless individuals with fulfilling careers. Lindsay’s passion for helping other’s discover their potential made him a valuable asset to the company.
My Days: June 2023 (memoir/stories) by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. Homeless @ 63 + This |Poems|
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
“Next to You,” Little Big Town
Revolutions come at every decibel. In the case of Little Big Town, one of the most transgressive acts in Nashville, they arrive softly, wrapped in honeyed, four-part harmonies. Since their song “Girl Crush,” off 2014’s truly excellent Pain Killer LP, broke out, igniting a debate about whether or not it promoted pro-gay content—“I want to taste her lips/ Yeah, ’cause they taste like you,” Karen Fairchild sings, soaked by jealousy—the act has embraced its ability to transform from the mainstream’s center. Last year’s “The Daughters” rejects traditional expectations of women, wonderfully, wishing a new dawn for the world’s young girls. “I've heard of God the Son and God the Father,” they sing, brazenly, “I’m just looking for a God for the daughters.” It’s a theme that ebbs and flows throughout their ninth album, Nightfall. (Songs like “Sugar Coat” are absolutely must-listen fare.) But few acts know better when to push and when to pull back, and one of their finest moments arrives here, as they recede towards simpler concepts. An ode to the safety found in familiar, physical connection, it’s an undeniable witness to everything this foursome does well musically. — Madison Vain
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21stStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,216,522
Average Steps Per Day = 22,204 Miles Per Day = 11.1 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 57 Resting Heart Rate = 39 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 262 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed) +++ Homelessness = Looming We are in free-fall, the splat will be: La fin. Three lives . . .
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
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Book Passages or |poems|
Lindsay Wincherauk, a middle-aged man, finds himself at a crossroads in his life. After being replaced by a cheaper employee at his long-time job, Lindsay is thrust into a deep pit of uncertainty and darkness. Struggling with the debilitating effects of depression, he battles against the encroaching shadows that threaten to consume him.
My Days: July 2023 (memoir/stories) by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. Homeless @ 63 + This |Poems|
+ Food Insecurity + Never Give Up + Carbon Footprint + Fear Personified + Depression
Freshest Book Thoughts
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Dua Lipa - Physical
I’d dare you not to dance upon hearing the latest single from Dua Lipa, but there’s simply no fun in the impossible. With a chunky, chugging synth line and a shout-your-heart-out chorus—“Come on! Let’s get physical!” she exclaims, in her smokey lower register—the 24-year-old Brit’s idolized '80s touchstones are obvious. That doesn’t mean they don’t still surprise, especially in how well they’re executed. Echoes of that era are all over the current pop charts, but with just one album under her belt (her second, dubbed Future Nostalgia, arrives this year), few are doing it better than Dua Lipa. “Physical” is her flashiest, finest entry yet—and it’s almost worrisome to think she’s just getting started. — Madison Vain
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22ndStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,248,263
Average Steps Per Day = 22,233 Miles Per Day = 11.11 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 58 Resting Heart Rate = 39 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 265 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed) +++ Homelessness = Looming I’m now a 63-year-old man trying desperately in a world leaving me behind. Rent? Eat? Bills?
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Humans' Bistro (on the prep table)
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Cover Art: Lindsay Wincherauk
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Book Passages or |poems|
Belinda stood at the crossroads of her life, shattered by the tragic loss of her family when they were devoured by a litter of cougars in British Columbia and disheartened by the crumbling publishing industry. As a once celebrated writer, she was now faced with the harsh reality of the changing times. Her dreams of continuing her literary career seemed distant and unattainable.
My Days: August-September 2023 (memoir/stories) by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. Homeless @ 63 + This |Poems|
+ Food Insecurity + Never Give Up + Carbon Footprint + Fear Personified + Depression
My Freshest Book Thoughts
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Ed Sheeran - That's On Me (Fan Created Music Video) [Brazil]
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23rdStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,281,644
Average Steps Per Day = 22,268 Miles Per Day = 11.13 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 59 Resting Heart Rate = 38 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 266 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed) +++ I believe I was born to confront challenges head-on, overcoming them while never straying from the path of empathy, benevolence, and empathy. Together, let us strive to enrich the world we inhabit!
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Book Passages or |poems|
About a Boy
A boy is born in a secret place. A dark place. A sad place. His Mother is his Sister. Making her his Sister + his Mother. His Father is his Grandfather. His Grandmother is just his Grandmother. His Brothers used to be just Brothers. But then it is discovered they might be Uncles as well. That turned them into Brunkles. His Sisters used to be just Sisters. But then it is discovered they might be Aunts as well. That turned them into Sisaunts. The boy is never meant to know the truth because his birth brings with it, shame. How could any of them be, okay? Especially, the boy and his Grandmother? Lindsay: The Memoir by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
Battling homeless one donation at a time - judgement-free. Homeless @ 63 + This |Poems|
+ Food Insecurity + Never Give Up + Carbon Footprint + Fear Personified + Depression
My Freshest Book Thoughts
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Passenger - Let Her Go (Feat. Ed Sheeran - Anniversary Edition)
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24thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,315,679
Average Steps Per Day = 22,303 Miles Per Day = 11.15 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 60 Resting Heart Rate = 38 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 270 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed), Plenty of Fish +++ Maybe if we actually—thought of the children as opposed to using them as NIMBY pawns, the issue of homelessness could be mitigated worldwide.
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Dedication
For all of us hoping to make it to where we’re supposed to be. Glue: A Meta-Memoir by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
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My Freshest Book Thoughts
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I want to make a difference in this world!
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Passenger - Let Her Go (Feat. Ed Sheeran - Anniversary Edition)
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25thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,350,929
Average Steps Per Day = 22,343 Miles Per Day = 11.17 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 61 Resting Heart Rate = 38 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 270 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed), Plenty of Fish +++ In the grand tapestry of life, a truly fulfilling day is not determined by our own circumstances, but by our ability to elicit genuine smiles from others with no ulterior motive.
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You are nuts.
No, I’m not. I got fired because I got old. Wouldn’t you talk to yourself from time-to-time? Probably. But you’re still nuts. I’ve got a hunch this is like no other memoir, ever, ever, ever. The answer is 93-7. Embrace Inner Your Voices! Canned: Fired @ 59 by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
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I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Ed Sheeran - When Will I Be Alright (Fan Created Music Video) [Taiwan]
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26thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,384,024
Average Steps Per Day = 22,375 Miles Per Day = 11.18 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 62 Resting Heart Rate = 38 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 270 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed), Plenty of Fish, Canada Post +++ The realm of Age Purgatory is akin to being trapped in a perpetual state of uncertainty as one journeys through the later years of life. It’s a stage where one finds themselves not quite meeting the age requirement for a pension, yet too young to simply retire and be done with it. What was once a flourishing income now dwindles down to a mere $495.00 per month (CPP), a meagre wage, a taunting suicidal wage that seems to mock one’s efforts. In this vulnerable state, one becomes an easy target for the merciless scrutiny of the “Get a Job” crowd, a group that has earned a reputation for their detestable nature and their insensitivity towards those navigating the unpredictable path of aging. Not comprehending the immense agony caused by their hurtful words. 
It was a Gummy Friday night, and I found myself out for a fun evening with a friend who had a knack for triggering me. Despite having a close Korean friend, my companion couldn't help but jump to conclusions when an older Asian individual entered the bar and took a seat in the center. Assuming I would automatically be drawn to anyone of Asian descent, my friend saw this person as an easy target.
“Look at that person over there. They must be a successful international business mogul, maybe even a billionaire,” my friend remarked. I chose to remain silent, not wanting to be dragged into an uncomfortable conversation. “Why don’t you go talk to him/her? You never know, they might be able to help you out financially,” my friend persisted. "Look at him working his phone. Those people have a knack for technology. I couldn't do that." Confusion washed over me as I sat there, perplexed, and growing annoyed. Was my friend making assumptions just because this person was Asian? I couldn’t help but wonder. “What exactly are you implying?” I finally mustered the courage to ask, my confusion evident in my voice. My friend's demeanor suddenly shifted; his anger directed at me. “You're completely misinterpreting my intentions.," he snapped. I wasn’t talking. He continued to snap at me, “You ruined the story. I don’t like what you think I’m thinking.” “You’re angry at me because you think I'm reading your mind?" I asked. Our Gummy Friday was instantly spoiled. It became clear my friend wouldn’t have reacted this way if the person at the bar had been Caucasian. Feeling frustrated, I stared out of the pub’s windows and noticed an unexpected sight. A man dressed as an owl and another as a crow were sitting on a car hood, their gazes directed straight at me. It was a bizarre sight, undoubtedly a story worth telling another time.
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As we grow older, it becomes necessary to remove certain individuals from our lives. This isn’t because they have lost their significance to us; it's far deeper than that.
Why is it so? Well, I no longer wish to maintain friendships with those who are enemies of my thought. You see, discussing important matters like poverty and homelessness becomes impossible with people who harbour anger towards their own privileges. Engaging with such individuals is emotionally draining and can even corrode one’s soul. Moreover, forming any kind of friendship with individuals who derive amusement from making racist remarks under the guise of jokes is completely unimaginable. It’s our responsibility to not fucking lighten up. Let’s be clear: there is no such thing as a joke that promotes racism. The Stairs by Lindsay Wincherauk $5.00 of each book sale goes to "The Falling Through the Cracks Foundation.
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My Freshest Book Thoughts
Completed Manuscripts
|I Wrote|
I want to make a difference in this world!
Fresh Art
Ed Sheeran - Spring (Fan Created Music Video) [France]
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27thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,418,380
Average Steps Per Day = 22,412 Miles Per Day = 11.2 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 63 Resting Heart Rate = 38 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 270 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed), Plenty of Fish, Canada Post +++ A Lindsay Musing
In their early childhood, not a single soul ever dreamed of themselves one day sitting on the sidewalk, exposed to the harsh judgment of others.
In our discussions about other individuals, particularly those who have faced societal marginalization, it is crucial for us to carefully select our words. Undeterred by my own difficulties, I am resolute in my mission to become a shining example of positive change.
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Drawings by Harlan by Lindsay Wincherauk
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"My" Dick Pic
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28thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,451,681
Average Steps Per Day = 22,444 Miles Per Day = 11.22 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 64 Resting Heart Rate = 38 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 271 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed), Plenty of Fish, Canada Post +++ A Lindsay Musing
Once you are thrust into the abyss of homelessness, where the world becomes your unforgiving expanse, there are no more guarantees.
In those critical moments when you feel the urge to judge, it is crucial to remember that your actions can unknowingly hurt the people you care about. It is important to remain compassionate, empathetic, and consistently strive to understand others.
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Tru + Joy Find Love by Lindsay Wincherauk
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Ed Sheeran - Magical (Fan Created Music Video) [Ireland]
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29thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,491,662
Average Steps Per Day = 22,497 Miles Per Day = 11.25 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 65 Resting Heart Rate = 38 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 271 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed), Plenty of Fish, Canada Post +++ A Lindsay Musing
I Am Geuninely Lucky
You’ve surely grasped by now my family and I have been skirting disaster, perpetually stuck behind the eight ball. My stress levels? Sky-high. Denial? My unwelcome shadow. I’ve pushed myself to the brink, desperately trying to claw out of a pit I never dug, facing the sobering truth I’m becoming invisible (obsolete) in the cutthroat corporate race. “Friends” have sometimes offered words to soothe the sting of reality, yet their ‘comfort’ often rings hollow, compounding the hurt. Offhanded remarks slip out, slicing through the air – these words, once unleashed, can’t be reeled back in. They force me to weigh their intentions: ignorance or malice? I don’t bare my soul for sympathy or idle chitchat; it’s simply the unvarnished truth, burdened with fear and fragility that grips our every waking moment. And yet, I count myself fortunate. Strange, right? Indeed, there are souls in my life, people who pledge their help with an “All you have to do is ask.” But when I muster the courage to reach out, their “Not a good time” echoes hollowly. Or “Just ask” followed with, “Did I tell you I’m declaring bankruptcy soon?” hijack my pain. Heed this, for it is cruel beyond measure: to force a tormented spirit to beg is an act of viciousness. If your intentions are truly benevolent, action should follow silently—compassion in its rawest form, not tainted by the sadistic pleasure derived from amplifying the anguish of the already downtrodden. In short: act with kindness. Do not cloak cruelty in the guise of aid, nor bathe the wounds of the weary in the sting of disdain. I must stress these individuals started the conversations. Fortunate, I said? There are those who offer empty hopes, and then there are angels. Take this friend of mine in Australia, Wes. Though separated by miles and years, without a moment’s hesitation, he stepped up, preventing my family from descending into homelessness. No strings attached. No demands for justification. His help is pure love, empathy, and the silent understanding that by admitting my struggle, my plight is grave. Acknowledging the truth within myself, this is the crux—for those of us scarred by relentless hardships, we are embroiled in a silent war with our own worth, battling the insidious belief we are undeserving of love and support. We recoil at the thought of being a burden, haunted by echoes of a past that ingrained in us the cruel lesson of our supposed insignificance. Pause and let that sink in. A life battered by trials is a fortress of doubt, its walls steeped with the perpetual dread of abandonment, every shadow a menace of solitude. Like automatons, we have been meticulously molded by the pervasive grasp of our Socials, ensnared in the ceaseless compulsion to fabricate an idyllic tableau of our lives. Every post, a stroke in the masterpiece of illusion portraying nothing less than a utopian existence—even if the canvas of reality tells a starkly different tale. The thought of losing everything, the fear of homelessness, it’s a monster that breathes whispers of giving up into my ear. But it’s the people who truly listen – those remarkable few who believe in action over empty platitudes – they give me strength. They transform the desperate energy into hope, not for the vacuous sound of it, but the tangible presence in my life. Thanks to them, the possibility of a life erased is kept at bay. Instead, we build resilience, confronting challenges with the defiance of mirth rather than succumbing to surrender. There will always be a tomorrow. And then there’s my saviour – an angel not just in name. Last year he survived a dreadful accident, emerging minus a leg but with an unbroken spirit. Even in his own storm, he recognized the weight of the depth of my pain. This, this is the power of love – not just well-wishes or prayers. Listen closely, my friends, for when a soul bares its torment to you, it’s a silent plea for understanding. If you find yourself powerless to act, acknowledge that. Sometimes, silence is a mercy compared to the cruelty of a dismissive will. When a person bares their soul, it should be an act of simplicity. But pressing a suffering soul to voice their pain—forcing words from their weary heart—is not just a sorry act; it is a visceral assault, a savage obliteration of their essence, a merciless dance with a void that crushes their spirit into the unforgiving chasm of nothingness. Vanish from the scene if you must but do so with the grace of clarity. Leave them not stranded in a downpour of pity but standing firm in the knowledge of where they are, free from the humiliation of having to plead or justify their agony. Incidentally, they aren’t pleading for a thing from you; their existence doesn’t orbit around your essence. Instead, they are audaciously stripping away the veneers from their raw, unapologetic honesty. Understand this: the mere act of revealing a wound should suffice. The crying heart does not seek an echo; it seeks solace, aid—a hand to hold. Compassion doesn’t require perfect words, but an earnest readiness to embrace their struggle. To ask a wounded soul to iterate their despair is to turn away from the very essence of compassion; it is to do the bare minimum, and in doing so, you amplify their isolation. If you find yourself at a loss in the shadow of another’s grief, let your silence be your answer—it is an acceptable refuge. And then, with that peace afforded, you may return to the curated illusions of flawless lives we too often parade online. It’s raw human connection we seek, not distant hopes or prayers. I’m no emblem of resilience, no battlefield hero. I’m painfully human, ensnared in a nightmarish reality, and I’m uncertain if there's escape. And in the latest twist of fate, haunted by the specter of COVID-19 which plundered my career, fueled by corporate avarice, I find myself considering an alliance with the very architect of my despair. With hollow promises of redemption for my ‘brilliant mind’ and ‘artful writing,’ am I being drawn back into the lair of the beast? They say insanity is repeating the same mistakes and expecting different results. Where, then, do I stand on the brink of this maddening precipice? As for my angel, thank you Wes, your love is profound, I’m grateful to have you in my life. A kindred soul.
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I want to make a difference in this world!
Ed Sheeran - Blue (Fan Created Music Video) [Netherlands]
New Song Every Monday
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30thStatistics
2023 Totals All while battling depression and uncertainty. Steps Total = 7,525,799
Average Steps Per Day = 22,532 Miles Per Day = 11.27 Consecutive Days (Fitness Asylum) = 66 Resting Heart Rate = 38 Books Read = 61 Books Wrote = 14 Manuscripts Pitched = 818 Jobs Applied For = 271 Including: Fast Food, Convenience Store, Drug Stores, Bellhop, Groceries, Auto Dealership Lot Boy +++ Cineplex, A hospital porter (pushing around the recently departed), Plenty of Fish, Canada Post +++ Red = World Record A Lindsay Musing
Thinking of the Children (Sure) – A Scholastic Ruse: Brought to us by the NIMBY people.
In the undercurrents of contemporary society, the dark truth lies veiled: schools, once bastions of learning, have been hijacked by the wealthy. Disguised under the noble cause of nurturing young minds, they have become pawns in a chess game to bolster property values. We, my family, and I, stand on the other side of this shadow line – cast as villains in a tale spun by the privileged, who drape their greed in the cloak of children’s welfare. Misguided fears are cultivated in the young, painting those amongst us who fall through society’s cracks as monsters to be feared, all while masking the real horror – a callous sacrifice of human life at the altar of real estate profits. In the gilded heart of modern society, the haloed sanctuaries of learning - schools - are meticulously sculpted into silent shields by the affluent, their veneer of child welfare disguising a fierce crusade for property price fortification. Within this cunning masquerade, my family's benevolent spirit, an innocent bird in the snare, risibly looms like a specter in the fevered imaginations of those who bow to the almighty dollar. Such fearmongers skillfully daub us as the malevolent phantoms of urban legend, an image as far from reality as the moon from the earth, while we, innocent yet accused, teeter on the crumbled edges where society's glitter fades to neglect. Contemporary society often manipulates educational institutions to bolster property values in affluent neighborhoods, disguising this exploitation under the guise of children's welfare. Despite my family's benign intentions, we are vulnerable to vilification by those who prioritize their real estate investments over human dignity, a threat that looms larger as we persistently slip through the fissures of society's framework. One of the pressing issues in modern society is the pervasive use of schools as tools by the affluent to safeguard their property values, all while purportedly focusing on children's welfare. My family and I are good people, children have no need to fear us, but if one were to listen to those desperately protecting their property values at the cost of human life, children would be taught we are devils to fear.
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+ Food Insecurity + Never Give Up + Carbon Footprint + Fear Personified + Depression
My Freshest Book Thoughts
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I want to make a difference in this world!
Ed Sheeran - Blue (Fan Created Music Video) [Netherlands]
New Song Every Monday
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