Dear Tina Francoeur,

I have your migranal bottle, and feel an overwhelming responsibility to make sure it is returned to you.

Plus, you are a muse! I did some creative writings and a few drawings with the creative energies evoked from our brief interactions.

I sent you these writings and drawings (to your “Belkatraz” identity), along with some ideas I have for your Metamorphoesis company, including some logo designs and a “Self-Esteem: How to Have It” paper which I wrote and put your name on it. Grade 3 yet?? 🙂

Please do connect with me soon. Even though we hardly got to know one another yet, I feel you are in the acme echelon of people… plus you were fun to talk to!

604-657-2386

From A-na to Z-na the best one is T-na
I met her, I let her, fart on me better
Borrowed her migranal and that is not all
Call me and we’ll see this website be set free

Random Fate

In far off land, someone you never met
While casino player spins roulette

Window frost and snowflake lace
Freckle count on your child’s face

Deck of cards, pair of dice
Will a fickle kid be naughty or nice

These have in common something key
They are all random, so nobody

Can see the end before it’s here
Not even an oracle or a seer

Not everything is random though
With certain stuff, you just know

A caring friend, a loving mate
Once in a while, it’s up to fate


Tina, do you believe in random fate? I don’t. But I realize that whatever doesn’t go away when I stop believing in it, IS reality. This didn’t go away, no matter how hard I disbelieved. I sense a potential of greatness if synchronized talents intermingle in the right way. Though I may have little of capital value at present, I might invest my personal time and talents (all of them) in you, simply because you have struck me so interestingly; impressed upon me something which only a look can express without words. If you have no interest in any of this, please just let me know. I’ll mail your migranal bottle to wherever you’d like. I need to at least try in this case though, without giving up for no reason.

Self-Esteem: How to Have It

METAMORPHOESIS for Tina Francoeur


Do you think you’re lovable? Beautiful?

How much weight do you give to such ideas? Meaning, how seriously do you believe it?

If you view yourself in a negative light, think about where that idea came from. No child is born who looks in the mirror and recoils in horror at what she sees. Human instincts don’t make us hate ourselves.

Whatever negative ideas you have about yourself weren’t there when you were born. They aren’t ingrained in your DNA.

Those ideas came from someone other than you. It doesn’t matter specifically who the ideas came from. It’s probably best that you don’t even know or at least don’t use the knowledge to add to the pile of arguments against yourself.

Realistically, it was probably an early childhood influence who you had and maybe still have infinite faith in. There is no sense in blaming the person who first proposed the negative ideas to you any more than there is sense in blaming me (whomever I am) for proposing a different idea.

The secret is to cut through the idea itself and decide how much importance you want to give it in your life. You can even come up with brand new ideas about yourself and take those seriously if you want to.

Be very careful, however, that your new idea has to do with ONLY YOURSELF. The idea that you can outrun an Olympian is an idea about another person – the Olympian. The idea that you can punch through a brick wall is an idea about the brick wall.

But the idea that you are beautiful in some certain special way is about only yourself. Maybe you are the only one who has the enlightened perspective to be able to see your own beauty. That makes you even more special and rare.

At the end of the day, only you get the final say about what you believe about yourself. This can be the hardest thing to remember, especially if you have a bunch of loud-mouthed people trying to tell you otherwise in the heat of the moment.

Give yourself a cheat sheet to help you remember that your self-esteem is whatever you say it is, despite those old ideas coming up constantly from your childhood experiences.

Take a clipping from the bottom f this page or write one (if the clippings are all gone) which says:

  WHATEVER I BELIEVE ABOUT MYSELF IS TRUE  

Keep it with you. Pull it out whenever you have doubts. Pause to read it. Let it sink in. It will take a while to transform yourself, but in due time and with continuous daily reminders, you will achieve a personal “METAMORPHOESIS”.

Tina Francoeur
Envelope containing letter sent to Tina Francoeur
2021-4-19

Dear Tea? Nah,...

As I sit here, post-agg-snozage, pre-o-jenated-smartjuice I delete all the fiddly bits on the fringe of my mind which dangle in all directions; unfinished hyper-focussed projects; loose ends which tickle my nose-drums in the semi-silent moments of lonely crowded rooms.

So I delete all that and reassess the right-here-right-now stop-everything-for-a-second REALITY which presents itself so readily all day every day yet is less commonly noticed than a figure in a trench coat hiding out in the rain on a bright and sunny day.

Well here I am now. Bright and lucid like an unsinged phoenix. That driving force urging me to leap in with both feet and don't look back is subdued, for now. It was screaming ideologies & doctrine at me ever since we went on our first date - YES I'm going to call it a date - when you were wearing your pajamas and you got Nude and probably one other thing only you know
about. That's ok. I had a dream about you that only I know about. BTW - don't alter yourself for a guy.

I've been seeking someone for a very long time, someone who is aimed in the same direction as me, health-wise.

Side-note, if the aimer is the subject doing the aiming, would the aimee be the object being aimed? Do you ever feel like a weapon? Perhaps not of "mass" destruction, since Newton taught us that mass & energy can neither be created, nor destroyed. But perhaps of moderate Tina-flavoured destruction.

My devotion is to a different kind of wealth, indeed my 2nd book aims to elucidate the proper definition of wealth in terms of real-life health & happiness rather than mathematical solvency of imaginary numbers on a computer screen titled "balance". Ironic, no? That kind of irrational focus would be the opposite of true BALANCE.

Equilibrium is my ever-adjusting target. Equilism is what I call this devotion.
As such, flamboyant-esque romance is very much a strong necessity.

The simple things are the most romantic, like poems that come with roses or farting on me and though I really don't want to have to admit it, I liked it :D At least you followed the 3-date rule which states a self-respecting lady always waits until the third date to fart. Like the fake rose, the real fart had no smell. Feel free to let rip any time the urge arises. That goes for other urges too. I've already written another poem in honour of an event which has yet to occur and I shall keep this prophetic prose to myself until such time as its contents become relevant and true.

Oh the anticipation brims.

(picture of a hat with the words "NO HINTS" on the brim)
Let me finish with a proposal.

Would you care to see me some day in the earlier fore-noon for some more of the serene pleasantness we've already enjoyed to a certain interior relaxation in some respects?

Your Pal,

(signed)

Drew™

Drew is Also Present Tense

A poem is a puzzle of sound
or maybe it’s the other way around

Pay close attention and you may find
A soft caress inside your mind

I dreamt of life in tandem with you
Upon each foot, an elephant shoe

The deaf man knows just what I mean
From olive branches you may glean

It’s squozen fruit made into tea
Natural juice which satiates me

These words alone knot my tongue
As Eros’ missile has been flung

So answer me in Delta Greek
One more impromptu hide-and-seek

I hungrily await your reply
Waste no more time. I’m the guy.

Tetrahedron Tina

Have you ever seen a
Tetrahedron Tina?

In a black leather coat?
I do not want to gloat

But I had one, one day
And I really must say

She filled me up with glee
Four corners are for me

Pure Tetrahedron joy
I’m such a happy boy

To gaze into each facet
I never want to pass it

Without a sultry gaze
Her insides are a maze

Get lost inside those eyes
Cute Tetrahedron pies

Eat them all up, yum-yum
A soft pat on her tum

Now I unveil my mask
and this is how I ask

Will you accept this part?
My Tetrahedron Heart