satelite of D

It is not possible to paint a picture and place yourself in it. The colors never match and the paint is always wet and moving. The pleasure of the piece gets taken away by wear as the colors get sucked from their original source; the negative energy; the satelite of destruction always becomes the primary. The picture must be painted in such a way as to encompass sweat and tears with years and years of trial and error. This cannot be done with any real success other than simple time and realization mixed with the knowledge that we are destined to be exactly and precisely either a success in the social context or a success in the private context. There is no both. What is success anyway? Who decides? I saw a beautiful woman working at a department store. She was altered by a disease. She was shy about it. She need not be around me, I have good satelites anyone can see. My picture is ongoing yet sporadic. There can be no other way.

the temporary state

Whenever possible, one should witness an individual who acts in the world free from the bindings of the world and does so without this knowledge himself. See how he functions in his world and see how that style relates to the social world. Next, ask yourself how important it is to function in the social world and is it necessary to be conscious of it in order to function in it. An individual who has sense can function anywhere. That is not the issue. The issue is not that of functionality. What is at issue here is appearance versus reality and the distance between the two. The subject matter lies in the gap between what is real and true and what is false, acted, and plastic.
Witness an individual who seeks no fortune or form of manipulation. You will not see this man because he will be in the dark corners at night in the mini-malls starving and freezing. He lives among us all. For some of us, we see these people and wonder what it would be like to be free; even though that is not free. They are free in that they are no longer so accepting of having to do the type of work anybody can do making the type of money a monkey could make. For still others of us there is a feeling of disconnection with the social world and all its actors. For these people who sit high atop the fence, there is no need to hustle and bustle to work when work holds no real social value with no real opportunities for social mobility. Being broke is real and true, buying shit you don't need for any other reason than to look good is not. The only relationship between the two is that they are both temporary.

deduction

I think about the songs that have given me great pleasure over the years. I think about them when I am high and I think about them when I am low. There is a song for every occasion and that is as it should be. Music has allowed us to forgive ourselves and make us realize and remember that we are all temporary. There is a need for creativity through music because it does draw upon the nicest of dreams as well as the funkiest of desires. Good music takes raw emotion and puts a beat to it so we can rhythmically remind ourselves that there is pleasure in life and it often comes in bundles like presents or wood. Even when there is no noise, no music, and no real desire to hear anything, there will always be room for at least one song to calm our nerves and drive our senses. By the same token, songs bring about the dark side of our lives which can envelop us just as easily as anything. Even here there is value in song because from here real emotions are free to play on us. This is the struggle we are faced with: the sanctity of dreams and the loss of them simultaneously.