no soul denied

Don't turn away because you are getting too go at that. Look back on how you act and see the pattern you follow. Make comparisons to what you saw growing up and see if you are on the same track. If you desire a different outcome, you must first change the view from your bedroom window. You must decide on your feelings on the inside because they are the one's you work so hard to hide. Spend less time hiding and more time persuing that which you desire on the inside parts; the ones that rub your souls belly.

hard to hide, the everyday

We work hard to hide our tragic flaws yet like those who wear too much of this and that, people make clear that which they desire to remain unclear. The ease with which they find themselves tucked away nicely in their minds is a reminder of our place on the human time-line. We all miss something and that search should be the driving force, but it rarely is. For this reason there are many people who will be living the remainder of their lives always wondering but never really knowing; always hiding, always reliving what may be or could have been and accepting that as just one more thing to hide deep inside while revealing it all in the everyday practice of existence.

be u

I arrived in my own resistance awkwardly awake and wishing I was not in this predicament. I did not come here by choice and I have come to realize that; which makes what happens from the beginning only relevant to me. There can be no precedence to follow or no line to walk because those lines were painted by other people entirely who came from another point in history. What they say worked for them may not be the best choice in these days for me.
I did not choose this place. If I had a choice I would be in a place covered in green grass with lakes and ponds all over. There would be trees and hills and valleys to walk through and there would be wildlife everywhere. I would be working all day and night in a job I dearly loved and my play time would seem like my work time because they both would bring the same amount of joy. I would be wearing the lightest most comfortable clothes not made by children in some factory for pennies a day and I would have breakfast served to me in bed by naked women; two of which would spend the hour following breakfast rubbing me down in preparation for a day entirely devoted to the game of golf. But noooo, I am in this unholy place surrounded by unhappy and pissed off people who cannot move in their lives because they followed the painted lines. 98.2 LLC

swifers and cell phones

Do we really need swifers and cell phones? What would life be like in their absence? Would we literally fall apart without them? Would we have dirty floors and empty ears; so much so we would fall away never to be heard from again? Would we die of embarrasment and tragically be classified among the down-trodden one's? What would happen if we had to do real work in communication and cleanliness?