blankets

There is mold on the windowsill and the wind outside has strengthened. The musty odor permeates the air like a woolen blanket keeps us safe when the electricity goes out. This is the room where devils dwell. From here they gather in pairs to shell out fear in the world. They dream up stories to influence the masses. They want you to buy into the dream. This is what they sell and for them it is all there is. You see these are the lost souls who delivered themselves to the passions of humanity willingly. They are the ones who keep secrets and abstained from all responsibility. Their namelessness is required because the men and women who once occupied this world are manifested in these groups and they share no information; they are solitary and alone forever and ever. They require those like them to exist free from remorse and responsibility while serving their own vanity. These days there are many soulless among us and they look just like you do. Feel not sadness for them, they don't even know who they are. The only thing these people know is how to be desperately enthusiastic about nothing in particular followed by deep deep downlike thoughts of uselessness and shame surrounded by an emptiness large enough to, well, use your imagination. 98.2

pistons and lubrication

Planting the seed of discontent, miles away from the hearts desire, makes unnecessary traffic. The lights become too bright and the stops too quick. The pace is frantic and rarely is there time to stop and be silent. We strategize and conceptualize our frames and act them out hoping to get the desired end. With only the end in mind, one bypasses key steps in the learning process. Later in life, these steps will be missed as they are the ones that preclude sentimentality. Having an idea about how others may feel is but one step in the design of the proper human machine.

cut me too darn quik

At last the sight, the sound, the magnificence of the whole thing, brought me down to the very foundation I have stood upon for decades. I saw the man for not who he was; he could not help that; he was a product of trying times in trying conditions different than they are now. That behind it all, behind the idle cons and word games, he was actually a gentle and caring soul whose number one concern was for those he loved. But his version of love included a hateful spirit decorated in smiles and lies and at times he was so good his mother could not recognize him on the phone or in person. He had a flaw in that he was always searching for that which he could never have. It was this frantic search that eventually made him wash away in silence only to reappear in anonymity and grace-which is where it all began with all the sights and sounds and the magnificence and all that other crap! lol

Originally uploaded by Andreas Reinhold

The passing and the beginning, the past and the future. These things merge and then change occurs. Hopefully, that change is prompted by the affection and passion deserving of such things for it is through neverending passion that people come out on the back end smiling. Essentially, passion driven people flame on and off and they generally piss people off. If passion is what you seek, you can't find it. It cannot be served and it cannot be bought into. Passionless people know their plight and for that reason they can never share in passionate things. Their satisfaction comes in short bursts surrounded by void.