Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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
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