momentary song

I guess it was during that wind storm back in 76 that I became a fan of wind. Not because of its destructive power, but because of the sounds it makes as it echoes through each corner and corridor as far as my ear can hear. It was like a symphony that day. From then on I believed I could hear music coming from other times and places sounding the passions of different people with tormented faces.
Music in wind.... and silence, make the parallels in life seem tollerable. Both offer a transition into another frame. This momentary frame brings joy and heartache. Both of these things are parallels running in the same direction. They are unified in our sporadic walk through our time and place. It is the wind that sings the momentary song.

the trap and the opportunity

Many people want success..... and money. They want these things while searching for a job working for someone else. Unless you are armed with a stunning education or know somebody, you will never be a success; not like you imagine for yourself. The ways of sustaining yourself until you feel an opportunity has presented itself can be habit forming and difficult to break away from. This is the trap and the opportunity to fall in line with everyone else who gave up because they forgot about condom use, boozing while horny, etc.
Success has little to do with money and security. Those things are nice if you plan on being comfortable in your discontent. It has nothing to do with raising a family; anyone can shout and bitch and moan and groan at their kids while showing affection in public. No, success is a man eating when he is hungry. It is a man earning while working and feeling good about what he is doing. It is a man living in a manner that suits him and that he can live with on the inside parts. Most important, success is someone who feels OK about the separation between what is actually true and what is imaginary. Then again, society is like an imaginary pinball machine with wings. That being the case, success then is nothing more than a recorded high score only to be beaten by some snot nosed, punk ass kid. LLc 98.2

another's life

There is no pride in living a life for the shine in the eyes of another. If you want to be a good example for kids, for example, show them what it is like to follow your instincts and act with presence of mind. Teach them how to be respectful, thoughtful and kind. Teach them to follow their minds eyes and allow the symbolic gestures of the natural world to show them the way; the way to silence where the archives live and breathe stacked tall enough for more than the eternal glance. In those pages lie more than words. Inside the archives lies the love of many people who are no longer with us. Few of them lived the life of another. LLc 98.2

music our own

Music has everything in it. Music leads the images we see. If there was no music, the influence would be much less. As it stands now, music and image are at the forefront of our consciousness; it has to be that way. It must be that way because we live in the middle of it all. Look around you and see. Behind every ad and every show on TV and every movie on the big screen-is music. Through music comes the dreams of many people fulfilled within their own imaginative processes and thoughts. Music drives us into being something we are not.
Those who present the music are presented with the music themselves. Sometimes it comes in pieces, while other times it flows as if from a tap. Other times the music may fall right on their lap. No matter how it occurs, music brings with it the power for us human beings to involve ourselves in the thoughts and dreams of other people; to harmonize with them and feel what they feel in a way words cannot alone convey. LLc 98.2

sea of black

If everything were clear, then there would be no mystery. Once the mysteriousness leaves us; once we forget about imagination and all the fun that comes with it, then we are truely gifted in our capacities. Were this the case, the evidence would be clear in future times that we were truely a transition generation trying on new faces and taking on new and exciting anti-human roles. Our suffering will be clearer once we have all left this sphere of blue in our sea of black. LLc 98.2

fire fuel combustion

"Could I get another scotch and water please, make it two" he said to the sky waitress with a stealy glaze of nervousness all over his face. Flying was never one of his strong suits, but Mr. Jameson knew that if he did not fly this time he would miss the show. He told himself long ago that flying was going to be a problem in the future. Something about being so high in the sky while riding on such a heavy piece of machinery made him feel the need to imbibe somewhat. It used to be beer, but now, and after so many trips to the show, he has been prescribed more effective means of treatment. The beautiful woman returns and says with a perfect smile,"here you go sir, your favorite." He still had three hours to go before landing. The ways he saw it, there would be no landing. Mr. Jameson's idea of landing always consisted of fireballs bursting high in the air with his alcohol laced blood acting as fuel for the fire. LLc 98.2

true cause electric

A friend has no questions for you and will never speak badly about you when you are not around. A friend turns his head at the sight of the same old thing and accepts you for the messed up individual that you are. He will never try and change you because he knows well that change in anyone comes from from the inside parts where real life has its true place. It is where the so called souls resides. You can call it a soul, a feeling, a truth, a being; the true cause electric, whatever. Until a friend resists you, you will not know who your friends are. If you are lucky, you will have one friend when you need him the most. He will not require anything from you then or anytime in the future. He will always and only be concerned with you and your well being. Someone who sees no benefit but to assist is a rare comodity these days. If he makes you smile in the process, then you are a very fortunate human being. LLc 98.2

act the actor not

We need secrets. We need separate lives from what is seen. The problem lies in making a determination as to which life means the most. For the individual, for any individual, there has to be a point where the line must be crossed between the act and the actor and the actor and the act; where there is no more time in the spotlight at that moment. Authenticity may not be what we like to portray, but being authentic means having fewer items to organize inside. It means there is more time to build on a lifestyle around those with similar natures; being truthful to the you inside that no longer feels the need to hide. LLc 98.2

joust

There is no risk in the idea that everything in the universe works the way it does because ....
Many theories try and explain the complexities of ....
Although some are good, still, a theory is just that, a .....
Many people argue for one or the other and find...
Other's see no reason for thinking at all because..
These things will continue until......
All the while we know that...
We just don't know ANYTHING!

nothing about me

My resume consists of nothing. That is not to say that I have done nothing in my life; I guess maybe there have been times when I did nothing; those were/are the best of times, but I am saying that everyone knows that a resume is but one step in the hiring recess. A resume needs to be flush with experience and knowledge while bringing a smile laced with good intentions to the encounter. A decent tie, preferably black, will always bring that somber puritan-like quality home to the viewer. Sharply pleated pants to hide the pooch are acceptable; khaki or black with some high gloss wingers kicking downstairs will show that I am desired (and jobless).
My resume is rather weak, but if I tried I believe I could learn how to put some icing on the cake. I could learn to use words and fill the gaps; to hide all my sorrow and pain; therein lies the experience of living. My resume reveals nothing about me. How could it possibly? LLc 98.2

diseased desire

I talk to some people and they tell me they have a boring life. Often they say that they wish they were not in the place they are in. Somehow they feel as if there is something missing that is far away and out of touch. I beg to differ on so many accounts. They compare themselves to the wrong type of people who inherited a different pattern to their lives. That is not to say that these people are off track in some way, they are, but their symptomology is a reflection of a much larger disease that we all push upon ourselves. There can be no doubt that we have a disease of desire; or lack thereof. LLc 98.2

slushies

The experience was unforgettable. The things I saw that night simply blew me away. I remember it like it was yesterday. It began witha phone call to the man in the white coat. He looked through the pages and found the name of my disease. It was rare and it seemed I was in for the long haul. I wanted only one thing, crisp and clean; but that one thing would be the end of me were I to partake in its function. So I suffered through the long way around. What was most disturbing was the visual aides I received.
Friendly they were not. They specialized in mochery and demeaning speech. Some were children dressed in white. Other's were wearing all blue or black and all outside were wearing cowboy hats. Some were cards slipping through the cracks in the walls dressed as Jacks thin and tall. Other's were only heard by way of footsteps up the stairs and in the hall. And there I was taking it all in with sweat pooring down my face, teeth grinding and wishing it would all be over. Hours turned to minutes as the night lasted seemed to take forever. I remember looking out the window and seeing a spector or ghost or something placing leaflets on the cars below. I wanted to go down and see what was printed on them, but I could not bring myself to it. I was horrified by the visualness of the everything and the music was blaring so loud I could not hear the sorrowful and hellish words being said about me. It was better that way. That night I wanted to die. LLc 98.2

our anything

There is the edited fix. Through the edited fix comes a determined path of nothingness that cannot possibly serve even an entertainment purpose. But it does, and does so well. Millions and millions love the good stuff and buy it all through and through. Conversation pieces, fragments of momentary loss, only to remember the edited fix is the way they work. It is the way to the super highway lined with signs of changing lights and smiling faces. It is the way to the spectacle and the sadness we have become. Anything to occupy the time. LLc 98.2

if even

I like the days when everything seems simple. I know deep in my heart things are not that way, but I guess the occasional relief, if even for a day, from the mental grind of keeping up appearances is always welcome. It's funny, by the end of days like that I will have already thought about my upcoming work week over a thousand times. So I guess in a sense rarely comes the day where I can honestly say I have a simple life. It could be that thinking things through simply is a waist of time. Old habits can come creeping inside where the fine toothed comb of rationalization comes in and makes a pretty mental picture; if even for a moment in the day. LLc 98.2

could

Look at a man's face as he operates the machinery of his craft. Those expressions are happy one's that reflect the kind of passion and joy God intended for all people. This should be our goal. This should be our only direction. What things could be if we could only see our possibilities. LLc 98.2

stinky human people

Human animal, stinky. We are stinky human people who often talk too much with little to say that has not been said before in much the same way. Our race is responsible for everything good and everything bad. We enjoy separation, anxiety, anger, hostility, deceit, images, politics, money, and much more. We get into everything and everyone else's business. We are qualified for this job because we come from a long line of deceivers and mis-believers. We ourselves are this way so you know the fit is right to carry on the sanctity and preservation of the same. I pledge this to you our fearless leader. May television reign always in the hearts and minds of all mankind, forever. Oh, and don't forget the soap!

sparrows crawl

Here it comes through the open playing fields. Here it drives forward and through leaving traces no more noticeable than the one's before. The settled dust reveals a sun drench plane with no remnants of any kind. They swerve and tangle themselves up inside us without intention. They come through the impossibility of imaginationed retribution, serving the Lords of the past in the now somehow. Here they come. Can you feel them? Is there something on the horizon for you? Something wonderful and fresh and new? I think I can feel it too. There they go again but not gone forever. They go away for now to become anothers' treasure. The thoughts you/we have, the one's that mean the most, as irrational as they are, their guidance will be your your host. The ghosts listen to you. They listen to me. They know more than we do. They always have. Where do your ghosts think you need to be? Happy or unhappy? LLc 98.2

the mundane the everyday

There are moments in the day when small signs compile for the viewing pleasure of those who enjoy the mundane, the everyday. Some moments last only for a second, sharp and penetrating. Others may last forever in the mind only momentarily. It could be moments are more than simple signs. They could be a conglomerate of actions and reactions of ordinary people; each one of us in our worlds' together operating in a drone like togetherness that shifts and curves like a river ever changing. It may be argued that within our selves lies the capacity to see things, specific things occurring out in the open; things we see, hear, feel or touch. Maybe not. Maybe we feel something that changes our frame, giving us a different lens that operates only temporarily and just long enough to see what needs to be seen and feel what needs to be felt. We may choose to set these thoughts aside and remain vigilant, unabaded, and seemingly strong. We may not. LLc 98.2

mind sweets

Look around you and see the tasty delights of the future. Feast on what your children will get a more fuller load of when they are your age. Make as many children as you can so their suffering can be double yours. Encourage them not to become full. Teach them not to pursue their own desires and fulfillments. As a matter of fact, don't encourage them at all. That stuff is done for you through media. Tell them to go to school, get married, have kids, pay the bills, earn a good retirement, then become a medical veggie packed with pills and dope and booze before getting old and bitter like you. Teach them your ways so they can be handed down again and again as the cost of living rises. See how far that gets you when they come knocking on your door. All things, all mentalities of life are changing. The past is gone. The ways of the old are no longer valid. Look around you. Do you really know what is happening out there? Mind sugar, that is what media is, pure mind sugar. And we run on it just enough to make it to the mini-mart to buy some more amp. That makes a whole lotta sense!
If you want to help the children you love, tell them to excell at one thing and make it the center-piece of their lives. Help them plant that flag, not early, but at the appropriate time. All you have to do is supply the sense, the swaggar, and the balls. When is the appropriate moment? When they remain quiet at certain times when any question pertaining to their future is brought up. There are answers in their silence; answers that are even more clear than the lies they try and sell. The lies you once told and the lies we all continue to tell, and live as well, will one day serve as a reminder of the dangers emminating from media presentations; in all its forms and accompaniments. LLc 98.2

ping pong afternoon

Expectations are like eating bad clams and oysters. They are the remnants of peek performances by people from a different time; a different place; under completely different circumstances at various opportunity levels. Measuring up to that is an impossibility even if you were to one day be able to shit rolls of hundred dollar bills while singing yankee doodle dandy; juggling a chainsaw, a whistle, and an open bottle of scotch that you drank along the way while riding a unicycle downhill into a flaming 1978 Pontiac Firebird while remaining on balance and in complete control. People expect far too much from one another. Have a glass of wine, put a chill song on, grab your favorite woman, and play it out just like you thought it. The expectations come, no need to think about them. They do mean well. LLc 98.2

character contents

The contents of the characters we create clash from time to time on various levels, sub-levels, and particle levels that can have no measure. Sure we want the simple things in life. The general things we feel we need in order to function at the social level we desire; if we so choose that route, are essential to a point and only for particular groups of individuals who believe the sales pitch of what success should look and feel like. A Great job that pays lots of money; multiple rides of various kinds and colors; A kicking spread fully loaded, etc. This is social order and it is led by what we are used to and feel we need to see more of. Well, if all we see is crap, then the only thing new we can look forward too is different versions of that same crap. These forces live outside us and are not responsible for our character clashes. These things happen as a result of something beyond our control. Our contents, our different sides of ourselves, well, they just stumble from time to time as they hit head on on occasion. LLc 98.2

shower

Oh God I know this is going to hurt. It's cold as hell in this bed and all I have is my underwear on. I knew my mother was right years ago when she told me I was a moron. I must be a moron because man it's cold all over the world as far as i'm concerned and i'm sleeping not with a minimum of three layers. Damn, ok, one step at a time dude. Suck it up. You've tackled trucks before. This cold thing is a piece of cake. You stink anyway so the whole thing, the entire process, is worth it. Just get up and run the water. Ohh yes, yes indeedy this is cold. I will let the water run on bath at full force hotness to speed up the steam. Ohh it's cold man. shit! shit! shit! Ohhh, I hate it when I first get in. No matter how warm it feels to my hand it freezes me from head to toe when I get in. Of course there is no water pressure, so with my frame a shower takes a bit longer to well, shower. Cold man, this sucks!
Now that I am halfway through, I need to now consider my exit strategy. That part truely sucks. Hmm, ok, all the vital parts done, hair done, ok, I am ready. Damn it, I usually hang a towel on the thing, but not today. I have to go out into the deep freeze to retrieve a towel now as opposed to having one there at the ready within arms length; then jump back in and absorb as much left over steam as I can while I quickly dry. Ok, do it! Ah, this is easy. Plenty of steam. I got this one down. No problems here. Now, what the Hell am I going to do next? LLc 98.2

''''

My favorite cell phone tower is the one near the bank my relative gets screwed at twice a month, minimum. It is pretty and green and it is high a-top a bent palm tree. There are holes all around the stalk where cameras lurk; recording everything all day and night. The one near my place of mishandling and misrepresentation is silver and hard to notice. It takes a keen eye to see it. I really like the way they seem to blend. I feel good about them. They make everything better.

sound stealers we be

We will not always have each other. We will not always have comfort on grey street. Moves will have to be made and the hand way up high will have to intervene. WE will have to become more enlightened as to the needs of other people if we are to not completely screw the entire package all up before Christmas. That means a second revolution will take place and it will be a nasty one where far too many people will rise up in their separate quarters, keeping divisions strong and passions heavy. In the middle of it all will be muddled communication and panic. The false ones will be at the forefront while the ones who see will be low to the ground with their head to the wall trying to steal sound from the air like everyone else. LLc 98.2

out inside

Multi-media has diversified the human population. This multiplicity has, as with all things, its pro-s and con-s. Like all human realities in flux (hopefully), there are specific nuances that go with specific people that draw the emotional spirit out inside other's. The changes that occur hit deep within the wishing well and affect everything else after. This is shocking, this is truth, this is ultimate reality.
Multi-media changes us all into something we would rather be. We learn to be critical of things we believe other's cannot see. We place ourselves up upon the stump at the empty park free to see the people the way they ought to be. We love the dreams the actors provide, but what is not seen is the realities they hide. Multi-media is making us crash into ourselves, and we are doing it like willing rats in the maze. LLc 98.2

merge and blend

So much time we waist thinking about things we could have done differently. I for one can think of the same thing over and over again to the point where my stomach tightens and my thoughts run far away from me. I can become completely separated from my everything and nothing simultaneously. Like a zombie that smiles on occasion, I blend. Nobody knows I have not slept in eight days. Maybe this is because they too are in some sort of daze.
In general we have two formats to our existence. We have the one where we deal with the everyday occurances of life in a responsive type way and we also have the one where we simply become a part of the social world by blending in and smiling; not too much. Neither one says anything about who we are or what we believe in. Think about things slowly because everything moves too quickly to think about how we could have done things differently. LLc 98.2

tbc

This place is one big mantle piece; a pair of rustic and unauthentic entertainment book ends with such grand crap spread all over that we cannot distinguish one pile from the other. Yet we all jump right in for our long and daily swim through the muckity muck and excess junk. tbc LLc 98.2

peppermint sticks and snow cones

There was a miracle this morning and I was a part of it. The forces that showed themselves plainly allowed me to only for a second see the possibilities. I sat on the couch and removed my hat. Without thinking I tossed it with a twirl towards the hat rack thinking it would somehow catch just right and hang itself. The miracle happened. Not only did the hat catch the rack, it caught the one part of the rack I was looking at. Not one second later, the hat adjusted itself just as I would have had I placed it there with my own hand. It was a perfect miracle and it happened without me putting in any effort. It was done as if it had been done a thousand times before in exactly the same way. I suspect that if I were to go back in time and try that again the results would be quite different; maybe not, who is to say? Anyway, the miracle was real. It happened gracefully and without thought and it made me smile. To me, that's a pretty cool way to open up the day. How many miracles will you be a part of today? LLc 98.2

There are many who take and don't know how to balance that out by giving. Once someone gets in the habit of taking, any consideration for payback on their part is rare. It can become addictive. Because those who do nothing but take live an off balanced life, they can act as a sort of black hole that sucks everything in while kicking out nothing. Intentions may be good, but their stories rarely match from day to day; week to week as the struggle to maintain their taking mentality during the daily grind continues unabated. If they only knew what lies ahead of them. The natural world has a way of balancing these kind of people out. The universal rule is whatever you dish out, and it comes only from a selfish place, you can expect a minimum of ten times coming back to you. But the difference is that getting back ten times takes even more time and it comes from a wider group of people to include strangers, animals, and anything else that can have an effect on those who take. Over time these takers will require more and more as future circumstances will become like a juggling act with many dropped balls and unhappy children looking on in sadness and despair. LLc 98.2

many missed steps

Forcing an issue, any issue, even if it comes to life in the grandest of ways will never fill the hole all the way to the top. There will always be layers missing due to the many missed steps along the way. Each one of those steps needs to get really dirty over time. If just one step is jumped over due to a stain or skid mark from the dogs behind part, in the future there will be more than one time when a situation presents itself and you find no viable solution. In a panic you will do the easiest thing, the most likable and acceptable thing, just to keep the majority of criticisers off your back; if even for a day. If things work out fine over time, you will find yourself just like the rest and not at your best. LLc 98.2

poodles and puppets

Anything new scares us all, but the possibilty of the same should be even more so. We are wisher's and hoper's, dreamers and schemers.We are none the less creatures occupying land at a temporary status; in this place now; at this time, which belongs to us forever. That means life is itself timeless infinity. LLc 98.2

fitting field of play

One thing keeps rolling around in that thick head. The evidence is written all over the place. The clothes, the hair, the shoes, everything shows there is something happening on the inside plantation. Yet still there are the same activities to participate in and smiles to wear the entire way through. Behind the decorated view lies a sensitive side that brings waves of negativity during the performance. This sick feeling may waver from time to time, but you can bet that that feeling will only grow in its intensity as the years turn to decades. Until resolution comes in some way, that one thing will eventually hurt more than just one. That burden can be handed down to the next generation and so on leading to a plethora of tarnished dreams and false wishes to be enjoyed. A perfect fit considering the playing field. LLc 98.2

everything to do with you

Consistency comes through fluidity. If you are choppy and unorthodox, you will have a choppy and unorthodox type of life; probably shorter than the average as well. The choppy people are fun to hang with, but learning anything from them is an uphill climb. They do try but fail; which is more than most people do.
So, how do we become more consistent in life? If I knew the answer to that one, I would never tell anyway. But, being consistent has nothing to do with routine. It has nothing to do with acting the same in every situation. It has everything to do with you. Understanding you is hard to do in this place now. Self analyzing reveals all but misses many points.
Thinking and doing are two separate things, but thinking is required before action. If actions are done in accordance with the fluid model of consistency; separate from me and you, then daily life will be less stressful. Eliminate the anger horses, they drag you behind them. Eliminate anything in your life that causes you to be comfortable in your stress. That is addictive because it opens up the excuse vault; usually consistent with family inconsistencies.
If you enjoy fooling yourself, then there can be no fluidity. No fluidity equals no satisfaction. From there your simply screwed until you find the time to be honorable to you. It is ok to be unorthodox. Just be prepared to sail upon rough waters from time to time. Check the sail that comes with your discontent. I bet it is consistently present locked away inside that big storage unit of your mind; all white and creased. LLc 98.2

wandering and wonder

I see people wandering about, going through the motions, searching for some thing. I see them smile and laugh then stop and move on as they answer their cell. Look around you sometime and see how many people would rather be somewhere other than where they are. This fits perfectly with the scheme of things these days. There just is nothing out there that will ever be good enough for us. We have too many chances, too many directions in which we can travel. Making a viable decision is complex and often difficult. Our reliance on other people to guide us through is a failing proposition. How can anyone know what goes on inside the wandering ones. I am one, are you? LLc 98.2

night time, soul maintenance toll

Night time, what is it about what night time does to people that makes it all seem as if, as if, there is no real point or purpose in their lives? Is it because night time gives certain people enough time to think about and reflect on their choices to date? You see, many people, educated and not, say that thinking is a dangerous game. It is a game that has no real ending and always leaves one thinking still. Night time can also be a time of distance from self. By that I mean there are avenues, choices we can make to put a time delay on any upcoming pain we foresee. During that process we may find ourselves indulging on something to excess. This can become habit forming leading to a shift of consciousness. Fitting as we shift from one personality to another almost every day. Just think about that for a minute and count them all. It is night time you know. You have the time to think about it.
Night time, how fun it can be as it serves as a coffin for all those who find their road a bit slippery or their roles a bit too tedious. once the sun rises, they pop on their uniforms and progress to absolutely nothing due to the soul maintenance toll. LLc 98.2

storm of secrets

Nothing will ever be good enough really. Because there is always something new and better being thrown in our faces, we are trained to never be satisfied with any one thing. This is as plain as the day your father made sweet love to your mother and created you/us. Our insides desire the most and few get to see those desires. The media creates desire through images, music, and some pretty good story lines; you know what they are. Between ourselves and the exterior, the room can get awefully crowded really super quick. Like a spinning top we feel the need to do something different, buy something different, or simply act in different ways in different situations; usually in the privacy of our own homes after some booze and an over-active imagination that is attached to an unfulfilled life. No, nothing will ever be good enough because we are now entering; have been a part of for a few years now, a storm of secrets and lives disconnected. LLc 98.2

people prompts

There are those people who believe themselves to be something other than what they are and they will be the first ones to talk their way out of what they talked themselves, and others, into. Talking is what many people do to maintain their image. Images, as we all know, are more important than the wires that make up that image. Listening to someone speak about their facade is about as interesting as watching rabbits screw, battling the flu, and puking until your face turns blue. What prompts people to believe the facade?
Those people who shine themselves up each day; the one's that use rumors to spin their weave, are the same pricks who would sell their mothers for one stock spike. Being presentable is only one part of our social reality. Why is it we can never remember that the wrapping on the porn box is much better than the porn itself? LLc 98.2

it's feeding time, enjoy

Media can take us away from our design. It can take us away from the markers along life's highway. Media is the influence that has its own designs. These designs care nothing about us yet we love them so very much. We like the idea of not thinking for ourselves; to fall in line, to be shaded in like a fox in the pages of a child's coloring book. These things are bad and we are all suffering from it as we line up for the big feeding upon ourselves. LLc 98.2

deception we do well

If truth were to somehow play a role in the real world, then the real world would eat itself whole like nothing else could. Deceit is the way we live and it is through deceptive practices that the social world functions. This is nothing more than witchcraft. Yes witchcraft, and we all are a part of the process of lies. Mostly however, we just lie to ourselves often enough for us to have a place to be heard, because inside we believe we are that valuable. In deception there is no value, only money and comfort in the eyes of our fellow witches. The social world is a fallacy, an illusion set in motion long ago by really inspired people who thought one thing, said one thing, yet did another. Rarely is seen those who shine in all the rubble and mixtures we concoct. Our lies and self deceptions shall make unhappy ghosts of us all. LLc 98.2

procession of souls

It is the silence of the early morning that drives the day. It is the early morning time where we get things straight in our minds in preparation for our daily maneuvers on the big stage. Back stage we prepare and sing to ourselves the motivational tunes we love so much. In silence there is comfort. Think about it. If you work, you spend 8 to 10 hours in a 24 hour period doing things that need to be done even though you would much rather be doing something else. You sleep 3 to 8 hours a day. That's about 15 hours a day both doing something you would rather not be doing and sleeping. That leaaves about 9 hours to have a life. But these days our lives are infested with media influences from virtually every angle. Problem is, most of us believe all that crap even though most if not all of it is complete and utter bullshit. How sad we are to let media take us away from us. We no longer have choices in our own decision making processes because everything is itself processed and made elsewhere. The silence of the early morning is the one clear time in the day. After that life is one big fucking commercial. So sad to be here this way now. LLc 98.2

aging anxiety

Not everything can be explained away and put in a box up in the attic. We like to do that, place things away so as not to think about them. Often we do this from the inside. By that I mean we simply let the bad things people say and do; we let these things bother us for a spell, then we tell ourselves to put it away with all the others and move on because we are that strong. Thing is, what that does is allow a build up to take place inside that requires seepage or run off. That run off effects everyone around us because the feelings that come with that run off morph the interaction either through words or actions.
The anxiety of not knowing the origin of whatever it is that bothers us can be disturbing. Through repetition and habit we allow the anxiety to go unchecked making life even more difficult than it already is. Before long, our face changes and our4 body changes thus adding to the aging anxiety that serves not only as a reflection of life in our world today, but is a result of it. Through confrontation and communication all necessary adjustments can be made. Seek not the explanation for any one thing, seek only the feelings that come with the process of blind acceptance. LLc 98.2

The trials we face from day to day are grueling, even if that time is spent doing something we enjoy. If we still have energy at the end of the day, then the chances are good that that day was spent with a less than mentality. This could occur for us decorated in many ways. One way this can manifest is having some sort of job any monkey can do. Most jobs are like this, yet we always find a way to slide inside ourselves and wonder, wonder about something else that may be better. But we get far too comfortable in our placation and comparisons to make the necessary moves.
It is more of a trial to be someone who wonders than it is to be someone who believes the words and uses them in advantageous ways that benefit all parties involved. We face trials all the time, but what we need to do is use our senses, our guts, and our feelings to meander our way through this place we call home. Time is much better spent in the idea that something can be only if it is done with passion. Passion drains us and heals us at the same time where there is nothing left at the end of each day but reflections and future opportunities of the same. LLc 98.2

silent necessity

One of the worst kind of people on the planet are those who believe they are smart; a gift perhaps. Well, the only thing smart about us is the fact that we now have the capability to communicate globally. Forget about the ritualized performances we give each day as we fail to communicate with one another. No, we have transitioned our way into a land that has people who believe everything they see on television. Repeating what is heard on the tube makes no Rachel Ray out of you.
Television is nothing more than a market-place. To gain knowledge from T.V. is the same as gaining knowledge from an infant. Unless those claiming to have knowledge read something; experience something, or witness something that is stunningly spectacular, then their knowledge was gathered by someone who did one or all of these things. Smart people never say they are, they just are. Just as the man who does but does not speak, so too are the one's who remain in silence as a necessity to claim their prize.

stretching the same, down way down

People often say, "I do the best I can." This of course is an untruth but we use it anyway. We use a lot of things to get along in this world and most of them are completely untrue. We weigh our options and select the best avenue to wreck on. Once we have chosen our path, any deviation seems so unreal and unpromising. Doing the best you can is not possible; there just is not enough time in the day.
So we settle for things and placate to those we desire not to placate too. We wind up spending time with people who seem to have the same stretch of road as we do while making mental comparisons along the way. In our settlements we find the time to tell ourselves how well we are doing. But in reality we have closed off any possibility for changes to occur in any meaningful way. We become used to our ways of deception and make inner claims to ourselves that give reasonings to our immobility.
We don't do the best we can. If we did the economy would be flourishing and you would be better off than you are now-we all would. LLc 98.2

dreams they see

Is there a speech anyone can give that is not complete bullshit? Standing and talking says nothing for the sweat and tears of those who actually build things. These people are dreamers too, but they choose to create with their hands the dreams they see. They take the raw materials and hoist them high in the sky or low to the ground, fitting one piece together with another.
The words used by people in suits are self-designed and self-promoting. There is a flow to the structure that makes you laugh, think, and maybe reminisce about the better times that never were but can be again. Change is the inevitability of our life process. We need not press for it, only allow it to take place without earmarks by substandard people with far too much education and ego mixed with drive and connections. LLc 98.2

Sometimes getting lost is what needs to happen. Too often we find ourselves becoming something other than what we are or aspire to be. Often, what we become is far removed from what we feel is right. We get spellbound and county bound to one ideology; one systematic ritual of one thing leading to another. We do these things because we are required to make hard choices.
Since childhood we hear about what trials and tribulations our parents went through when they were young; which is all a load of crap because they were young and stupid once just like everyone else on this planet. They once screwed like Pygmy chipmunks in the forest just like all other 15 to 28 year old peeps. Once the kids come however, the chains and whips have to be put away only to be found years later by orphan kids in some cardboard box in Philadelphia. Most of the time I think we are all lost; lost in the mad barrage that is the equivalent of a slight of hand card trick in some side-show over in the Midwest someplace. We do not have to like being lost and drained from all the strenuous acting we have to do each day. Why do you think actors are so messed up? Yes we are all actors and we all get tired, which is why getting lost every now and again is such a good thing.

just screwed, get over it

I saw a commercial recently about how to keep skin looking luminescent. The actor was very young, about 20 or 21, and very sexy. As that actress gets older however, she will become less attractive and there is no amount of skin cream that will hide her age in the future. We are just fucked when it comes to that. Hold on to your youth they say. I laugh at them. Fuck them. Be proud of becoming older, fatter, and more and more unhappy. The alternative is unthought of, untaught, and unacceptable. LLc 98.2

expectations surpassed

If you go up to the sky, even momentarily in your mind, you would prefer it if that feeling were to remain forever. This is of course an impossibility, but those people who reach that certain climax maintain their successful persona by becoming aware early that the climax or goal is more easily attainable when the pursuit is varied and the result is unequal in its intensity. It is through the many variables in life we gain our character. Our character is the one thing in our lives that can actually improve when times are tougher. The distance in these cases between the sky and us is real and great, but the power of our character surpasses all Earthly and man-made expactations to the contrary. LLc 98.2

we do

It is amazing what we miss in life depending on where we were born or currently live. we dream of new york or california, but few of us actually see these places. we keep the dream inside where it has thrived forever it seems. maybe it's better there. maybe it's better inside. that way nobody can steal it or criticise it. i guess we all do that. i guess we do that well. llc 98.2

sublime separation

Inside the mind of every person exists an alternate life, one that is separated from the sublime. It is the wishful and imaginative one that has fewer fears and more ideas than the you that every sees. It has attached to itself no boundaries; not like the ones you have now. No, the alternate life is beyond reflection, it is beyond the symbolic show, and it has only wishes and dreams to fall back on. Some people believe that is enough. Still others believe that these boxed in desires are symbolic of some sort of inner flaw that exists within you. There are no flaws in these matters. To call into question what cannot be known is rediculous because the things I am talking about never get heard by anyone. The alternate life is just as important as the fake one we live now. LLc 98.2

planned packages and dreams

Sitting alone at your desk dreaming of the most fascinating journeys in life, you begin planning the package to increase the probability of higher comfort levels in all stages of travel. You decide on a destination. The journey is to be grand and the camera ready for even the most unusual sights at the most unusual times. As you arrive after many tedious hours of sleepiness and restlessness, you are tired and ready for food and rest. You do not know who you will meet or how much time you will have during the next day to see every sight and take in every delight, but you anticipate great things to experience.
Carrying out your plans is a total effort. Very much different than the lonely night at your desk when all was quiet and clear. Very much different than the reality you have experienced, your journey becomes remarkable from the very first morning of the very first day.
Reflecting back, the people you met along the way were from different cultures and countries. They all had their charm and essence. The person you became as a result of your journey is coated in what humanity brings to this planet: personality, pride, and progress.
Sitting alone at a desk is but one step in the greater process. If there need be such a sceme, may it be based solely upon a dream. All things begin there. LLc 98.2

recover and cover

It was extra cold this morning man let me tell you. It was cold enough for me to consider alternate plans for the day at the very moment I stepped out of the fucking car. As usual, the forecast was off by about 25 degrees. I was wearing shorts and a tee with another shirt; a double wrap so to speak. Huge mistake as my legs, hands, and feet were frozen for the entire first portion of the event. I had to stand by the fire and look on with desire as the hamburger patties were being prepared by the charcoal fire just outside the clubhouse. It was truely a saving grace to have fire nearby.
The hamburgers were tender and juicy and all three of them hit me where I needed to be hit. It was cold but my belly was full so I said to myself, "screw it dude, suffer. It will warm up soon." Sure enough the second portion of the event was blanketed with sunlight and warmth, only 4 hours off and 25 miles to the East of where all that cold weather should have been. In retrospect, I was the smart one for wearing shorts and just as soon as I get out of the hospital I will cash in that gift certificate I won so I can buy 2 dozen balls. A hundred bucks! Now what is wrong with those numbers there? That is correct! It is far too much fucking money to pay for balls. Especially when mine are currently being removed from way up inside my throat. Yes, it was a cold fucking day and there is no way on any day I will put myself through that kind of misery again. Well, maybe once I recover.

spend wisely

The recognition of time places a roadblock among the many already on the pathway of our ultimate demise. Why do we recognize the obvious? What is it about the obvious that is so scary? Every time we use time as an excuse to not to do anything, we have just waisted some of it. As if we have so damn much of it to waist, we continue to do so arbitrarily. LLc 98.2

lint sticky

Politics is a lovely game, we all play it well. We manage to tell ourselves how good and cool we are when we are nothing more than broken bottles near the fence in the alley behind the old hardware store on 21st street. The remnants of hotshots permeate the very air we breathe. Parks and monuments have been built for smiling, white faced millionaire politicians. That means the parks kids play on are based in politics, which has a firm and battle tested foundation in bullshit. That means parks and monumants are like lint sticking to the side of a washing machine. LLc 98.2

inspirational waters

Inspiration has valves that open and close at different times during the natural cycles of our world. The design of these mechanisms fall into place on a scheme of silent discontent that leaves the familiar trail of suffering and tears; ripped and torn clothing stained with your blood and the blood of other's. Inspiration comes from the experiences of both the good and bad in our lives. We continually hope for the good things and do the best we can, at times, to avoid the bad things that inevitably come. I suppose inspiration has its dark and dreary side, but the wonder of it all is our belief systems, whatever they may be. Through these mechanisms we can somehow tap that valve even when the water is slowed to but a drip. It does not take much of that kind of water to make the unheard of heard and the unseen not only seen but felt by many. LLc 98.2

it's the wrong recipe

We are designed incorrectly for the time. Our transition is unsmooth and uncourteous. We have become framed like a nuclear photograph on the walls of the five star hotel. There is far too much icing on the top of the cake which has not been infused with the proper ingredients. The recipe is all wrong.
I keep hearing about the world wide this and the world wide that. Hell, we still have rubber on our shoes and drink from plasic glasses with plastic lids. That stuff never goes away you know. We use and use and use and use and use and use until we make more things to use some more. We are users and waisters of prosperity and growth.
We are like vampires in holding cells after midnight. LLc 98.2

insects

Block the integrity of other people and make it yours, your integrity. Too often we act accordingly to specified situations in such a way as to be completely the same as everyone else. Like chiggers marching up a tree we become formed into the very molds of other's. Acting in similar fashion makes cowards out of us; mutants; flushed pieces of day old used garments from the dirty change-room of an over-priced mall based fashion outlet. Our integrity, defined as the quality of state of being, is as valuable as our word. It is not possible to have quality of being in accordance with the predefined and circular behavior of other people. We must break off from the chokers we wear and learn to tear into that which drives us on the inside; the parts that make our motors run and allow us to see new places and people; make new friends and create new choices here on this plane of existence. LLc 98.2

a view to wake up to

All we want is a view to wake up to. We want this in various ways. We want to be excited about the coming day and all that it has to share with us. We want to be around interesting people who make us smile and think. We want to be involved in our communities by participating in events designed to promote learning and awareness about important issues that affect us all. We need to be a part of something larger than ourselves; to appreciate our fellow man in ways that require no preconceived ideas other than the respect and knowledge that we are all occupying this place; we are all very temporary, and we are all frightened about something we know nothing about. A view to wake up to is what we want and that view depends on our ability to see the world from different perspectives so we can appreciate other people and their situiations. LLc 98.2

nameless

It's like being alone along the highway as people pass you by at sixty-five and feeling as if the whole world is passing you by without anyone knowing or caring who you are or if you even have a name. It is like being in the stands at a game in which you were a part of in past times but can no longer participate in. It is seeing every other person on the street and thinking silently how they all despise you and everything you stand for. It is the realization that there is no place for you in this world and that it could possibly be a better place if you were no longer in it. It is like a large and heavy bag upon your back just to get up out of bed in the morning with the understanding that you have to face the world that exists right outside your front door knowing with all of your heart that there is no place in the world for you. The frightening trends that often accompany these outrageous thought patterns are almost too devastating to bear. During these cycles comes the carnival.
The carnival is nothing more than your mind being incapable of turning itself off leaving the body in a trance-like state of consciousness based solely on a lack of sleep. You keep waiting for the lights to go down but they only seem to increase in intensity as the crowd and the noise gets louder and louder still. In this place the only thing that can happen is a crash and that can happen anywhere and at anytime. Until that time however, you must endure it with a steady beat and one hell of an imagination. Some would say you need to be medicated or locked up somewhere. Other's would say you are off your rocker and need medication. But the fact is the only way to win this battle is to endure somehow; to keep changing your shoes and combing your hair each day before you leave that front door into the real carnival of our social world. LLc 98.2

decent deception

There are many people who get so wrapped up in the world and its ways that they forget about their temporary status. These individuals, the up-keepers of disease and malcontent, bring about no original thought. They seek only to make larger their portfolio and status. Join them and become transfixed in another part of yourself that is led not by decency but by deception.
You can become anything you want to be, all you have to do is dress the part and play the role. If the role is an uncomfortable one and you do not look forward to it each day, then you are waisting your fucking time. There is where loss of self occurs to be made up for by involving yourself in bad relationships. Why? Because you were acting one way and feeling another. The gap formed on these occasions is hurtful and destructive. It becomes filled with thoughtless transgretions that require rationalizations made to order and thought of previously by you. LLc 98.2

quiet elated

Sweetness is having the ball come off just as you envisioned it just seconds before. Togetherness is pulling it off while remaining perfectly in balance both on the inside and the outside. Happiness is watching it fly through the air as it heads for the target. Smoothness is watching it hit and stand next to the flag. Togetherness is walking while smiling up to the ball and tapping it in the hole. The reality is, golf is the only game where you can remain quiet and become elated at the same time while coming off as if you were in complete control; which as we all know is not possible but only for a moment in time. But those moments form a life obsession filled with fantasies fulfilled, forever remaining within the soul of the man in his quiet style. LLc 98.2

mine and mine alone

For quite some time I was going the wrong way. I knew I was going the wrong way, but I continued on that path anyway. There were many ups and downs along that road, but there is nothing I would change in the choices I made except for the one time when I came into contact with someone who would later become very influential in my life. The best part about it, this person is completely unaware of what they did for me. This is the way I like it. Some things are mine and mine alone never to be shared with anyone. I saw this person one other time in my life about three years later. I smiled. I would have liked to have heard that voice of reason just one more time. Maybe someday. LLc 98.2

ceiling before we sleep

Often we reflect on our lives. Sometimes we do this while driving or looking at the ceiling before we sleep. I sometimes look at the sun rise and remember when I could not do that. I sometimes watch the sun go down because I remember when I could not do that. I sometimes stare a the ceiling and think of something entirely fresh and new.
I sometimes wish I could be doing something else with my life. I sometimes wonder if I would be better off someplace else; another state of mind perhaps. In truth, I guess I am just a bit confused in my time just like everyone else is confused in their time. Truthfully, I wonder about a great many things, but I guess that is normal. Last night I stared at the ceiling and came up with nothing new. Nothing new; nothing new just the same, nothing new. LLc 98.2

ACCEPTANCE

ACCEPTANCE IS FOR THOSE WHO SEEK TO PLACE THIRD IN THE BIG CORN COB EATING CONTEST.

cost of conscience

Taste the smell and like the view. Appreciate the old but embrace the new.
The building blocks are all there and they are bulky, heavy and square. It takes time to move them because everyone else is trying to move them too. This is what we have here and changes are nowhere near.
The constancy of turmoil and political strife and posturing mixed with back room brawls and midnight phone calls only helps the few and marinates the many in a systematic barrage of bullshit in baskets. The winners always win, but at what cost of conscience? Those below know more than anyone thinks. Nobody wins and nobody owns anything-period. LLc 98.2

-This is ours only temporarily as we are mere visitors here on this plane-

senses direction

Direct your senses in a forward way that aligns with similar creatures that care in much the same way you do. Not about the mundane and toasty, but about the bigger obligations to functionality and presence. These are the people who know you and accept you with all your faults and flaws, and these are the people who won't mind waking in the night to listen to you in your time of need. If only one from this group emerges fantastically, then that one may just be there for the long haul through the dirtiness of this life. By directing your senses in a forward way, you take yourself out of the dungeon and onto the playing field where you can run and let your mind free to think up something spectacular among other people who know you and love you. LLc 98.2

silence becomming

Silence is like silver being poored into the mold of a god all shinny and new glistening with the essence of man himself. Silence brings organization of thought processes and circumstances that are bewildering. Nobody is without some sense of losing or missing out on something. So we forget about the importance of silence in our quest for newness and shininess like that of silver. As a result, we find ourselves occupying other people's space, time, and life. We need silence to direct our lives and make decisions based not on planning but on living now. Silence is a huge part of life and I don't think we get enough of it due to our lameness and laziness and posturing and placating and overall acting as a way of surviving. There is no acting in silence. There is only time to be; time we need to see, and time we need to dig within our subconsciousness to find out what lurks down there in that merky area. LLc 98.2

mental bomb in stagnation

We wallow around in tight bunches with like minds and actions that accomodate the pluralistic view of our social world. This is a monster that eats up the dreams of the chosen ones who, by circumstance, are unable in their minds to seek out their true meanings in thier lives. Because of this reality of living, living cannot take place fast enough. Mix these facts with our false, media driven conceptions of what is important in this life, and we have a mental bomb in stagnation until the day comes for its release. In people, this release can manifest in various ways. Some use words to condemn other people. Other's use real action to hurt the ones they love or hate. The monster has no face but it lives and breathes all around us. Not paying attention to it; making friends with it; is to always be at battle with yourself. Our denial is rooted in frustration and our smiles are stagnant under the false pretenses we must employ during our time on the social stage. LLc 98.2

need they say

I have come to realize that it is not for me to say how one should live their life. It is not within any power I would want to possess so as to have some form of control on someone Else's thinking processes and daily activities. The influences that are currently in operation within the boundaries of this country are winning the hearts, souls, and minds of millions of people; beginning for us all at an extraordinarily early age. There is little reason anymore to think for ourselves because all that extra stuff is done for us. Now more than ever we have the capacity to do more with less yet we rely on more; we need more; we require more by design. All these things are no replacement for the willingness to stop and look around for a moment and see the total cost of it all; Not only in terms of time management, but also in total time enjoying what is required. Is it really required to fulfill the desires they say we need? Or can we make our own fucking decisions?LLc 98.2

fools gold

In the coming years people will become disconnected, more so than they are now. The pervasiveness of media has held us down in a world of unfulfilled dreams and fantasies yet to be realized. The sparkling show reminds us of our inadequacies and shortcomings about our own lives and choices we have made. We then turn to media to bail us out and recommend some course of action. It is all inclusive this media thing and we have found ourselves right in the middle of the largest treasure chest of fools gold in the history of the planet. The real has become discharged for the fraudulent escapades of those who believe themselves to be really good at what they do; and they are. I am speaking about the people responsible for all the bullshit we see each day. Forget about you, worry only about how other people see you. This is what the design is all about and it is killing us all. LLc 98.2

sky colors

I was driving 2 days ago and looked over to my right and saw the sun rise over the mountains. The sky was partly cloudy and the mountains still had snow at the tips which reflected the morning kaleidoscope of color. I thought to myself how I should have taken a camera just in case of emergencies like that one. Not that I am much of a photographer, but it gets old going to sleep at night knowing you missed something or forgot to realize a moment in time. It is ok to have the memory; that seems to mean the most. But every now and again there are those moments that need to be captured in some way. They need to be shown or read about. Too often these days we see and hear about things that dull our senses and water down our desires. It is the simple things that we forget about. It is the natural things that get lost in the grind of our social design. We can never forget to use our senses and emotions to bring about the kind of feelings and changes that makes us glad to be a part of this life. LLc 98.2

way back when a sin

In the house on the hill the memories never die. They live on like rain drops falling from the sky. From one generation to the next stories follow as their intensity always seems to increase. He or she who tells the stories about that house must make it entertaining enough to keep the listener occupied mentally while at the same time earning credibility points for the very stories they tell. What was once an accident 3 generations later has turned into murder. Now, when people drive by that house on the hill they think of the stories which are completely separate from the truth. They may add to it in time if the moment and the audience presents itself; thereby sustaining and building upon an already run out and fictitious story. These are human things and they are as real as the truth itself. As a matter of fact, if the truth be known about what happened in that house, people would find disappointment and they don't ever want to be disappointed. Especially if the truth is far less interesting than the stories they hear about that house and what occured there way back when.

created mountain cabin

Bring it and sling it softly but with strength and courtesy. Bring all your time in and emotion to the party. Do that often enough and time will take her toll upon you. You will be wrecked but sitting high atop inside your created mountain cabin with satellite TV and a fridge full of wine and snacks. Your creation is clean and in order. You have friends coming from your sniffers and everyone loves you. You have found delight in life and now you have completed the success journey. Inside your cabin is pictures of you and where you've been. It sure is a beautiful place to visit. LLc 98.2

not your place

We march to the beat of the same drum but some people find a different rhythm section to employ. The music created in this atmosphere supplies the life-line we all need to connect to one another. The cultures, the societies we live in and others we never will, all have vital importance and it is not a place for one man to critically take apart the structure of another kind of living; another kind of rhythm, a whole new kind of music altogether. These things should be appreciated and never condemned. After all, whose place is it to do that anyway; even in passing conversation? LLc 98.2

blocking passages that vary

Time fragments our belief systems to the point where we can question virtually every move we have ever made in our lives in a single afternoon over a bottle and a couple dozen cans of cold beer. This activity is completely useless. However, it can be somewhat enlightening once you find it difficult to breathe due to massive alcohol consumption. So then what? You recover and go back to the same old shit boxes that need to be sorted. Through the days and weeks of consumption we transgress into selfish needs that bypass our real needs for the superficial one's that bring immediate satisfaction. Once this whirlwind begins, we swing and sway from side to side holding the rails as tight as we can. After a while our hands begin to hurt and we become uncomfortable in our position. Our belief systems, well, they vary don't they?

We live inside our own self created images, but rarely do these images relate to what the real world requires from us. Often these things are all mixed up inside this potpouri, this decadence, these falsehoods that are the images we see on the outside. They bundle up inside us all and become part of our inner machinery. The result is the creation of new and exciting images to be a part of. This is imagination and without it we would be more alone inside than we are now.

deceive to please

Family politics is always greasy like snot in the tub. Within the family lies the darkest secrets and most despicable crimes mixed with lies and deceitful practices to achieve the wanted result given the specific situation or encounter. We placate to one another just to prevent us all from offing ourselves in vile fits of hostility and pure hatred. No family is perfect like that one family from the fifties our folks so carefully compared themselves too. Our utopian family is more diverse now than ever and I say it's about time. The fifties were a facade, a sham set up by the white wing. Now we have all kinds of families and situations where utopia has a different face, a different look, an altogether fresh way for families to persue our dreams within our ever growing and diverse culture. The secrets within any family always incorporate deception. Fitting I would say seeing as that is all we all do, deceive to please within our social circles and societal confines. LLc 98.2

a link between

There is a link between the natural world, the stars, and the cycles that are incorporated within each. There are patterns to be observed and taken note of that are relevant to our everyday lives. This is not like the movies or anything written down previously as that is all subjective speculation. The fact is we don't know what we will know many years from now. In the grand time-line we occupy there is little room for what cannot be conceived yet. If it does not begin with a dream, then it can never be conceived in real time. If not conceived, then never be it will. Once they internalize this link, whatever it is, then I would imagine life will be shall we say more energy efficient with a less speculative base. LLc 98.2

fantasy land

I'm a fan of fantasy land, but that's all I am. I live in it every time I leave this place; this quiet somber abode, to present myself in accordance with the necessary garments that signify my position in society. If what is seen does not fit the position, then 7 times out of ten anything said will be lost in translation because the other actors cannot get over the fact that the uniform is not fitting. We expect certain things from people who wear certain uniforms. We count on their ability to follow through in their presentation with hard knowledge and fact based, un-ideological trust and truth. I may be a fan of fantasy land, and all knowledge may be fictitious outside the one who interprets, but at the very least we should be able to expect certain things from certain people who wear certain clothes. Once that trust is broken, the way back can be a long one in societies eyes but it is your eyes, your perception that matters the most; so long as your perception falls in line with everyone Else's perceptions. We all have to be fans of fantasy land because we are all a part of it. We are nothing more than players on a stage, a temporary stage at that. Maybe the truth is the unreal is more real than the real could ever be. Maybe we become butterflies or gophers in the next cycle. Maybe we don't. Maybe it is something real, something we can touch again, but this time with softer hands and gentler hearts. I am a fan of fantasy land because I have to be. LLc 98.2