impossibility

If you are in search of something, the chances are very good that you are searching in the wrong places. One thing to remember in the social world is that it is every man for himself. The individual actions of any actor will always come before the intention to assist anyone else in their times of whatever crisis they are involved with. This could be any number of things: ears, nose, throat issues; family issues, personal issues related to true happiness (rare), frustration with life position, etc. Searching for anything in the messiness of lies (especially the ones we tell ourselves and try and make ourselves believe even though we know deep down inside we are way, way off), is next to impossible. LLc 98.2

i am and everyone

Because the social world is a complete fabrication from day one when the man said,"This land is mine. If you want anything from my land it will cost you", it could be said then that there is no real world other than the one you make. If you believe the news and television in general is a real and true representation of what is really happening in our social world, then what needs to take place for you is a ceremony of some sort to rid you of the demons that have been bestowed upon your receptive soul. It is not your fault because you are a part of it just like I am and everyone you know. You were born into this pool without any gear; now what we have in the media is hatred and fear; and we spend a lot of time and money in, of, and around media. Like war, there is money in fear. LLc 98.2

social world measurable

Modernism is a hemorrhage like the devil's credit line. What do you think will happen in the cyclical patterns of our social world measurable when greed latches on to the fabric of our consumerisms? It should be no surprise then that in the middle of all the shit is the media; specifically the news with all the pretty faces telling us what we think we need to hear. What makes us think we need to hear certain things from pretty people who read scripts and serve up angles and stories for their own benefit first? Take a good look around and really see what is what. Find out what means the most to you in your heart. If you are unfortunate enough to want to be a news anchor, then more power to your popularity and pocketbook. LLc 98.2

justification scraches

She turns away and makes a smirk at me as if she hated me with some sort of ancient passion connected to her family tree and prospective way of life. Meanwhile it is she who has not the balls to move away from her original intent and she hates herself for it. Any word said to her will open the old familiar door marked with excuses and justification scratches. Love is a bitch and she has no fear as to who she holds and torments forever. For her, everyday is a bore and for him, everyday is a chore. This whole thing sucks!

Fear's Order

Individual mentalities are all different. In the order of things however, some people choose to mark their existence with bad behavior; behavior that runs contrary to the order. For these people, in doing whatever it is they do, may in fact see the world for what it is. By this I mean that there is nothing, nothing at all in our whole existence of ours that has any lasting qualities at all.
Memories last only as long as their are other, later generations around who get drunk enough to talk about the older ones who have left this plane. Even that does'nt last very long; always coming with a hangover that hurts almost as much as the memories and reflections do.
Yes we have pictures, video, papers, blogs, etc., but still our mentalities vary in response to the time that has past because we all know everything changes with time, even memories and reflections.
The average life span for us is on average somewhere around 75. That means that once we hit 371/2 we are about half way done. Anyway, the point is there are people who know this and live by it. Some are highly educated people but nobody would ever know it. They see the temporaryness of it all and decided long ago to take advantage of their freedom sometimes at the expense of that very freedom. They know the successful ones have friends they do not have. They know some people were born with advantages they were not. Yet at the same time they see these people with advantages and feel sorry for them because they seem to derive far too much pleasure in their cover.
One such mentality that seems to pervade our society now is fear. What does fear bring? Yes, that's correct, it brings paranoia and a willingness to spend money on unnecessary shit. Some of the people who deal in unnecessary shit have a mentality of taking adbvantage of the fear in people; placating to it for money like little, stinky farrots. We all know these people. We see them trying to make a living selling what we are told we need. Do we need fear to be a lasting quality of life for our order? LLC 98.2

can's a poppin

I walked across this really large and dark field this evening. The two cars in the parking lot would fuck with me as I walked by flicking their lights on and off. I guess that is funny stuff if your with someone who has their hand around your weenie while drinking a beer or smoking something or something or other. Anyway, I was walking and I heard a tingling sound behind me. It sounded like a dog collar-Schnauzer maybe. I looked behind me and saw nothing. I walked a few more steps and I heard it again. I looked back immediately and again saw nothing. The closer I got to the gate, the further away the sound sounded.
The gate was my goal and it was way out there baby.
It was at that time I noticed the wind. I was only 1oo or so yards away from the gate and finally there was no tingling. I thought maybe I was losing oil or something. I sure is hell didn't want to be responsible for killing the grass out there.
When I arrived at the gate I looked to my right where there were three or four feellas working on a truck. It was orange. Need I say more?. The three tingling sounds I heard came from these guys working on the car located in front of me. The sound I heard a ways back sounded as if it were behind me. The wind must have carried the sound of the cans hitting the back of the truck because as I walked by them, the tall one threw another can of what looked like Coors Light or Diet Pepsi in the back of the truck. I continued walking and made it to my temporary home in the sun. Funny thing about the wind: it carries sounds and mixes with imagination. If some story comes from it, well, super duper man!. LLc 98.2

Everything is Illusionary in the Exterior

Witchcraft: The use of sorcery or magic; an irresistible influence or fascination ( Webster's, pick one). Let us combine these two definitions shall we. Witchcraft is the practice or use of sorcery or magic to influence people and create fascination. As we have evolved socially; although at a turtles pace, we have forgotten about words and their power. When we hear the word "Witchcraft" we immediated think of the dark side of humanity perceived by some to be headed by Lucifer himself. Like all words, this word had it's time in the limelight. But the days are coming when the term will once again rise when we all realize the extent to which we are influenced by what we see, what we perceive we see, what others see and talk about to us and other's; in the media. I can think of no better term other than Withcraft to fully explain the fuzzy little slight of hand the media provides us each and every day. Our addiction to it makes a lot of money for those who keep producing it while vacationing in Hawaii. To think: we actually deny to ourselves the fact that Witchcraft is being practiced right now upon you, me, and all the people we see. LLc 98.2

strong arm

The world is changing. No longer are the Puritans running the show with Bible in hand. Just as people change, family dynamics change as well. Holding on to what once worked may not be good enough in our world today. Education may not be good enough today. But the question is what is good enough?
We buy a car we can't afford to maintain or uplift our presentation. We buy clothes to impress and show off our unique and personal style. We say things they want to hear and we do this because we have other things we are trying to accomplish. In so doing, we lose sight of the valuable things; the things we miss when we lay alone in a hospital bed. It is funny, but we never miss our chains, bracelets, cars, homes, etc. In essence, we know what is valuable to us when the chips are down and we are not out showing off to strangers who care not in the least.
Family dynamics are becoming more and more varied, but the differences between families only serve to strengthen the arm of our country, not weaken it. LLC 98.2

wanting manufacture

Sincerity stares sneak out amongst the many personalities we employ. To catch one is truly magnificent. It is almost like winning the big taco with tickets that came free at the door. When sincerity breaks in the social world, it is measurable.
The stares are for wanting to be doing something else. The smiles that inevitably follow are from the moment in time that spurred on the pleasantries. The dreams that come from within are earmarked and filed into the coldness; only to be remembered when nobody is around. The silent seamstress will come and manufacture something specifically for you. There you will find comfort as usual. LLc 98.2

getting even

Bound in the dirt we are and still we shame our names by fulfilling our deepest, darkest desires at other people's expense. We all do this and yet we never realize that every time we feel only for ourselves it comes back feeling like a back ache in our feet. The idea that we live in one rotation; one reflection, and one time on the line is exactly correct. The world will still appear to be what it is even when we are no longer able to destroy it. Bound by dirt forever we are. Maybe that is the Earth's way of getting even. Maybe not. LLc 98.2

artful exchanges

The artful exchange is loaded down with bags filled with broken, clear bottles and caps. You can actually hear the sharp and distict grinding as they make their smiling approach to the doorway of your wants. They appear before you in person and in picture. A cell call away they say is all it takes. A number you are given and access will be granted. That number of yours will one day be the number on the label of one of those bags of broken glass for someone else to hoist over their colorful and confident shoulders as it then caresses their back in their responsibility and time. LLc 98.2

ruin the dream

Tell you what, if you think it is not possible to fall in love with someone at first sight, then I hope you never have to experience the double whammy of being wrong first; then also having to experience the very thing you were wrong about in the first place. It is bad enough to want someone without knowing just how fucked up they are inside. Hopping in the sack and poking for weeks does not cut it when he or she begins to verbalize their opinions.
Falling in love is like a wicked dream. Notice there are no words in dreams, only images and imagination. Once we start talking, we begin to ruin the dream. LLc 98.2

wishes she did'nt

First day I knew the road was going to suck! I saw this woman, and damn it, I could not stop thinking about her. I saw her peeking; and that is not some chinese dish. She glances at every opportunity and wishes she did'nt. I can speak all day long here because I peek at her and she catches me eyeing her milky white legs and her wonderful ass. She tries to deny that too and she is going out of her mind avoiding me; as if I were a fucking mook or something. She thinks losing herself in one giant orgasm after another mixed with laughs and giggles would not allow her to maintain her tight ass lifestyle she worked so hard to attain. A discreet affair would hurt nobody. Besides, imagination only gets one so far. It misses the sparks and fluids that fly in the throws of quality screwing. LLc 98.2

past and personality

The problem is there are too many articles, books, images and movies available in the world of golf today. There is far too much of everything! The general population has become ravaged by opinion. The people asking the questions are providing the answers. Where is the thought for you? Where do you come into play and when did you become so needy?
There is but one goal in golf and that is to put your first tee shot in play with the appropriate club that feels good to you and looks good to you. If you can stand to look at it chances are you can hit it. Once you hit the first shot, the next shot is all that matters. Now, if you miss hit the second shot; or first one for that matter; and immediately come back verbally with an excuse for why you did what you did, then you are right where they want you and you have become used up like a scented piece of Kleenex at your grandmas saturday afternoon bridge game. You are tuned out of your self and everything you do in golf is half ass... and you know it. The problem is you don't have any idea how to act. You have forgotten about your past and personality. Inside there is where you will find your game. LLc 98.2

screwed

We need more gossip like we need more methane gas. We need more bad news like we need extra skin hanging from our ass. I am tired of hearing fast talkers sell soap and sexy women sell everything else. Change the channel you say? I do. Go for a walk you say? I do. Watch a movie you say? I do, and have seen em all. Read a book you say? I do, and they all say the same thing. Oh, what do they say? They say we are all fucked! LLc 98.2

fine sometimes

The edited me is refined, less wordy, dressed to specks, and always prepared for the smallest disaster. He is a shinning example of plurality and neutrality who is always at the ready for the big deal, the marked spot, the lonely train. Alone in the room he is anxious; searching for some reason, no reason at all to be something else altogether.
The edited us brings unity to a divided territory. We act in ways to keep a line painted for boundaries sake; not to cross except for the select few who knew all along the seafaring ways of representation and conflict. The words they use bring about more division, more strife, and more maintenance of the same. The edited us is coming about; stretching once again the fabric of history to align against a common flaw.
I am losing my ties, using less words, I can't find my shoes, and i'm not even sure what day it is. These things are fine sometimes and I am OK with that. LLc 98.2

the temporary sun

The deal is we are living on a big blue bubble basking momentarily in our temporary sun. We want to see the whole thing and experience the whole thing in our temporary time. We want all the ups and all the downs that come with the experience. We want to bleed at our own expense for those we care about and a few we don't.
Our desires need fulfilling and in one way or another we get that. We are afraid of the unknown but should not be. For it is the natural thing to be set free from the bubble; to explore new time and places; to make new sounds and leave different traces. Here we are alone in our simple-mindedness. The future is much more interesting! LLc 98.2

unseen beauty

It is fine to be critical to the unrefined and usually denied soul. Therein lies the dichotomous nature of man and his possessions. There is unity in the denial of another in the social context and there is a self benefit that comes from feeling better than another.
Growth they say comes from mileage gathered along the great highways and by-ways that bind and grind the kite flyer's and dreamers. The blood soaked trails leading off the roads is where the stories are lived and told. It is there we all become the same in our similarities bypassing our differences if even for a moment. What the exterior provides is but one aspect of a man. What precedes him can never been seen by the critic. What precedes him may even be beautiful to the youngest and nastiest cynic. LLc 98.2

Nothing forced is of issue, only concern to be remedied in less than a single page of well placed words. Sometimes something sought is valued less than at one point and even less at another. But in time the value of something will always be the same to the one who see's value in it. We crave this not because it is forced upon us; we crave this because we have no choices in the matter.
The flow that binds man to this field is always hungry and always recognizable to the eyes of the most common of man; often overlooked by the outside people forced into the rickity-rackets of divide and cerebral stagnation mixed in with the chunky heartiness of a quality meat sauce. LLc 98.2

Little Pooch Fiddlestix

Little Pooch Fiddle Stix
This is a story about a little dog named Little Pooch Fiddle Stix. He was injured in a car accident and had only three legs, but he got around fine and had lots of friends. One of his friends was named Jamie. He was 8 and liked to play basketball. Little Pooch would often watch from the sideline as Jamie jumped real high and bounced the ball real fast. It made little Pooch happy to see Jamie Play. One day jamie missed the ball and it rolled toward Little Pooch. Little Pooch stopped it with his nose and rolled it back to Jamie. The ball rolled right to Jamie's feet. Jamie looked over to Little Pooch and smiled. What a wondeful day for Jamie and Little Pooch. They became best friends and started hanging out together. It was the beginning of Summer and the weather was going to be great for outdoor play. LLc 98.2

truth

Love is an adventure in spirit, a trial of souls together, in the eyes of God and man. LLc 98.2

purpose not, ever buy

Listen to everything around you at all times. Stop talking and pay attention to the robotic dance the ambiance affords us. Buy some new shoes that are designed for walking and made by some kid in China. Feel good about the way things are and listen to the opinions of the people on TV. Begin to feel less than good about the world so the fear can embed within you; so you can spread that fear to those you care about. Become fragmented and learn the art of placation for appearances sake. Don't rock the boat or you may lose your standing in the eyes of the people you think you need to keep pace with. Forget about your dreams and aspirations; you are not worthy of those things. Join the big club where the dance is free to all those who want to never become a part of their purpose. LLc 98.2

the elm's themselves

One should never be content and comfortable. Hell, if that's the goal, then once achieved, what the fuck do you do? What good are you? You struggle and struggle to jump into the debt pool and from then on life becomes one episode of bad television programming after another with lousy ads inbetween. All the extra crap we buy don't mean piddly poop; is decoration for the unsturdy sapling that was once the elm. There are far too many little trees lining the streets and far too many unhappy people in their contentments. Their shovels are worn to the wood created from the elm's themselves. LLc 98.2

unknown encounter

There is delight to be found in the unknown encounter. There is a child-like spirit that gets resurrected during the process. In time it can become habit forming. This behavior is classified as this and that by people who have been infused with the particulate matter of reciprocity and showmanship. These people stand high atop the know nothing as they are no less human. It is and isn't their fault. They are just people who never lived and have been sucked in by the fear they see and believe. For these people there will be a day when they wish they acted in a different more sophisticated way. One in which pays attention to what is rather that the way it oughta be through the lens of Christianity. mysterious and tasty is what life is, never what it should be. LLc 98.2

cattle in soupy space

Tell you what. What? Go have one simple conversation with a sociologist and listen to him/her ask you the all important question, WHY? Now what the hell would I want to do that for, you blithering idiot? Because, that's why you pungent slacker you! No. Yes. No, it ain't gonna happen. Do it! Fuck you! Ok, ok, settle down you incredible stain.
There's one now, go talk to her and ask her some questions about people. Ask her why people do the things they do. NO. Yes, stop arguing with me. Just see if she is busy and fling her a curve ball that will throw her swing off for the remainder of her day. Just get her to think about something. That's what they do you know, they think about shit. Don't you have any questions for someone in her shoes? As a matter of fact I do. Really? How impressive. What are you going to ask her?
I will ask her, "Is it necessary for a man to relinquish his ability to dream and prosper in exchange for creature comforts that look better than they feel while working in a job that sucks time away from that dream; making it more difficult for that dream to come to fruition for the sake of keeping the bills paid; feeling lost and mortified about the future while finding no real joy with television and all her bullshit?" Hmm, that's a good question. Then, ask her how much time she spends in front of the tube. Then ask her why she spends so much time watching the tube and see how she fucking likes it! Why do we watch? because we are trained to be voyeurs, socially. Why? Because we all neeeeeeed so much. Why? Because we are told we need and we believe. Why? Because we are cattle in soupy space-and were stupid. LLc 98.2

question

What turns the arms of your clock? LLc 98.2

the opening in the sky

I picked the longest song and let it take me along the golden highway of dreams. There was no plan to follow, no plan to have to swallow. No mood that needed to be corrected, no filter that needed to be injected. It was just me and the universe and the ride was significant enough for me to see the opening in the sky. What I saw was striking and unclear as it should be.
There can be nothing worse than having a map layed out for me to follow. At the same time not acting on the favored plain cannot be used as an excuse to scatter and fold from within. Those within times are reserved for instances nobody can tell or dwell about. Following a plan for me is absolutely useless. My plan is to maintain a considerable portion of time devoted to the saturation of silence as I continue listening to that song that takes me home; where little spectors roam singing their songs in somber, soft tones. LLc 98.2

their brightest star

My seeming sight is not devoted to what is seen. Moreover it is not designed to play that game at all. My seeming sight allows me to see the darkest corners in people; the parts clear but hidden in plain view. My seeming sight never lets me down and is rarely taken off course even by the wildest of costumes or the dreariest of suits. The fact is, there is nothing, no amount of glitter one can put on themselves that will hide the genuine them. It is the distance they reach and the words they preach that give them away immediately. The tones and tangents they ride upon say volumes about the ones they are, their brightest star. LLc 98.2

somekind of obvious

It was evident that from the first meeting there was an attraction, an interest if you will. On my side it was hard not to notice your cute little face and soft looking cheeks; both sets. You had a perky little manufactured walk; and yes, you had your tail feathers all up in a line for me to see. I was glad to be a man on that day in particular. Then I heard your voice and laugh and for the first time I felt exactly what it was like to want someone immediately. I had to go through the paces I knew, but I also knew there was no place to go.
Being around you hurts on the inside because you are untouchable. Even if I had the green light it would hurt even more because of the sacrifice you think you have to make with regard to your responsibilities. It is your responsibility to recognize the some kind of obvious. You can't just put those feelings away someplace. Where the Hell would they go anyway?
You will keep thinking about me and I will keep thinking about you. In time we will forget about one another. In time we will remember everything and nothing at all. This is our adjustment. This is our way. For people like us it is the fantasy that lives and breathes and keeps our realities more manageable. Are our realities more manageable without ever knowing for sure? But we know for sure don't we? LLc 98.2

no, nada

People get lost in their functions. They get lost sometimes never to be heard from again. They know this hole and see the broken nails of the other before them. There is no way out as far as they can imagine. They believe they have no way out and see no reason to try. This is negative energy and it is no good for anyone, ever.
People get lost in their functions, but emerge sometimes late. They reflect on their past and see their failures; usually centered around some shit bird relationship at work or at home. They see their errors and make amends by changing their lives and making the direction more solid and straight. The negative people will say things, things from their own holes. They know too well the struggle, as they have given up. They would like you to give up too. Screw them! LLc 98.2

shots

Perfection does not exist in any and all things except one. Few people will ever get to experience the true solidness and tranquility that comes from a well struck golf shot. To have one come off just as you saw it is the most beautiful thing to see in this life. More important is the feeling that comes with it.
The club head comes into striking the ball as a whole directly in the back between quadrant three and four and the ball comes off as if it were a feather; it is sweeter than the best of all things un-extraordinary. Coming to a perfect balanced and fluid finish is a cap off to a feeling like no other. Perfection does not exist in this life, but a well struck golf shot comes pretty fucking close. LLc 98.2

imaginary thing

We all need places to go, places that only we know. From there we have at least the feeling of control even though we know that control is an imaginary thing. But we learn to migrate to those places; sometimes alone and sometimes among other's the same or other's we don't even know. No matter because we can travel to those places any time we feel like it; in reality of truth or reality of fiction.
My places to go exist like yours deep inside the most desolate places where loneliness has many friends and faces. The silence is gratifying and creepy at the same time. It could be a human thing to want to go, it may not be. It could be symbolic of something still deeper and untouched, it may not be. It could be there is no explanation for some of our travel destinations. It could very well be that way for me. LLc 98.2

momma's word

The experiences we seek will only manifest inside if we fail to become less combative with ourselves inside. Once we stop listening and start directing we can get on with the process of living. Mistakes will come as they always do, but the goal is to experience as many nuances of this life as possible before we get old and start preaching about the good ole days like our parents. Ah life, such a cyclical experience if you choose. LLc 98.2

the easy human job

The easy human job is to be critical of other people without having full knowledge of their situation. It is the easiest place to go when you yourself have little to show. If your criticise too much, maybe you need to take all that energy and see how far up your ass it can go. I bet if you tried you would find there is plenty of room up there given the history of the place. If you are unhappy with any one situation, change it, avoid it. But if you are critical of another person and the efforts they have made, by all means do the same thing your way. The easy human job is not a fancy one. It is never done in the comfort of home. It is the result of experiences that have meaning and value elsewhere always. LLc 98.2

success

Success is being a companion and a lover; being able to exist on the same small plane for this short time, to look forward to the next one, to seek out the forever changing throughout, to simplify and hide in plain sight surrounded by all those who care about you, in the presence of God. LLc 98.2

life love

We want to see past the many faces. We want to love the one person inside that hides behind the facade; the many other faces and personalities, the one true passionate you that is unfiltered and willing to explore lifes caves and caverns past all the trite processes and patterns.
The sociality of life brings no joy, only empty space filled with empty boxes marked, "Return to Sender". We are explorers by nature, not pigs in a blanket.
People need people to make love to life with. LLc 98.2

some other agent

We need alone time to have conversations with our demons. Running from them never works and usually includes the booze, the pills, or some other agent. We spread ourselves too thin at times. In so doing we derive less time to each individual thing. Plus, staying thin always leaves the running door open for the quick exit in those uncomfortable, unconfrontable situations that seem to be there but not really; they go behind on our run inside. Runners count on this. This is the weakness of the running man.
Those who run need alone time like no other, but it frightens them so. For them alone time means having to order their lives even more, which would disturb their routine, their cycle, their treadmill size. Any deviation in this thinness would result, in their minds, in a collapse of presentation. Once that goes. all has gone to Hell. Is this all we have become? LLc 98.2

new days conception

Creationism is a suitable name for these new times. If ever has there been a time to explode with new sources, new outlets; brand new concepts for a great many things, that time is right now at this moment. We need to get past the past and stop using words repeatedly, or stop listening to words repeatedly that all sound and mean precisely the same thing, nothing.
With creationism there are few words, only one failure and let down after another while using sweat and tears to make up for all your shortcomings in the eyes of the so called "stable one's". It all begins with an idea; not to sell or profit from specifically, but to simply put out there for consideration by anyone who might be interested. As with all new things there will be criticism. Criticism is a good thing and can always be used in a positive fashion.
Like fuel being sprinkled on the fire, criticism can however become an obsessive component of what could be viewed as a successful venture. This is dangerous as that kind of mind set can actually steal away the child-like guide you had to begin with which will make the overall product less than what it should be. Watch for the type of fuel you choose to use and remember that fuel lasts longer when the truck goes the speed limit and only travels when the sun is shinning.

spell?

Grandma said it best years ago when she made it very clear that EVERYTHING IS POLITICAL by screaming it loud enough for god himself to hear it directly. If she is correct, and I believe she is, then our entire social world is nothing more than the games they sell our children. Good preparation one would think... I wonder if one thing is not somehow connected to another thing later in life. It has to be that way I guess. And to think we call ourselves a Christian nation. Sounds more like deceit to this reader which falls clear of anything with good intentions and that folds together nicely with witchcraft. I wonder, are we all under some sort of spell? LLc 98.2

swirling world

A fascinating thing about all people; not just the young, is our capacity to dream and come up with ideas that bring forth even more ideas. The problem lies in the fact that most ideas are just that- ideas. Many ideas never get a chance to break off and out of the piece of paper they are forever a part of. There they lie on a scrap in a book somewhere only to be found bound inside some obscure notebook in an old locker out in the middle of some field in Idaho. Along with that fact is the reality of life which spells out clearly that the bills must be paid. This requires often doing things that are difficult and tiring. In time ideas die a natural death in another part of our swirling world. LLc 98.2

media infatuation

Infatuation with media propels us into the unknown, leading us on to new vessels from which to cling too to get us through. Words come through the lips all the same. Images appear on-screen all the same. " The world moves fast and you have to be in shape to keep up." What is it they produce besides verbal promises and refined images? This is what I am talking about. Words and images in media build nothing. They spur discontent with the self. Through media we have a barrage of choices that keep our minds moving. This is the direction to nowheres-ville USA. There is no direction. Like a wedding ring symbolic of love with no end, what we have today is a social ring with no end. The difference between the two is that one signifies love while the other signifies lust, craving, vanity, and the paving of a road using broken dreams of people lost in their media infatuation rings. LLc 98.2

instances of fancy

Realness comes from the left-over seapage of man's hard line crap. A man is rarely what he seems. He has a disguise, a social one that hides his true dreams that lie in his minds eye. He lives by the social stigma given to him at birth. He learns to move around the bowl in his own time as he learns how to shine himself up and leave an impression on all the right people who believe in that sort of thing. Impressions are nothing more than acting instances of fancy motivated by a selfish desire to move around different social circles while keeping the ultimate prize in mind, whatever that prize be. LLc 98.2

no empiricism

Must we have empirical evidence to better understand human beings? I mean really, how in the Hell can this happen when there are so many variables and circumstances to consider? For example, let's say you want to measure the frequency with which your sons and daughters think about video games when they are not playing them. Let's say the choices in the survey are: a. 0-1 hours per day; b. 1-2 hours per day... and so on. We must first consider how many hours a day they actually play, what type of games they play more than others and why; and the list just keeps going on and on. Statistics are vital in understanding people patterns but they miss on so many other points.
The sun shines all around us and it comes from the inside of many spirits. These things cannot be empirically measured. LLc 98.2

890

There was wind today. It blew hard from left to right, then right to left. The dust was flying all over the place covering the valley floor like a fleece blanket. It reminded me of that big storm way back in the day. Living in this area has never been easy. It's not just the air and occasional wind storm that makes it hard, it is the people who live here who are constantly being reminded of how bad things were back when they were young. The economic crisis of today is nothing compared to how it was back in the day.
There was wind today and it reminded me of yesterday; not far back, but far enough back for me to say that living in this place is like living in a litter box with fine grain sand that mixes with splatting poop speckles that fly all around and inside us and the places we live at. There was wind today, and it really sucked!

delight bubble

I used to think that all the good songs and good stories have already been written. I used to think that way until I realized that there will always be a human element in every story. Were it not for the human element not bound by fancy in each and every story, there would be nothing in that story to relate our lives too. Every story brings out hate, love, or some other emotion in all of us.
Stories we read and movies we see bring ideas for us to live by. Through these two mediums we actually live our lives. What we read about and what we see each day plays a vital role in our self concept, our self esteem, and our self worth. Given these facts, where do we go from here? Where do we go when we lose sight of our inner light? Without us knowing it, media is taking away our life forces.
Sitting down and thinking about how one character reacts to another character makes us aware of absolutely nothing. The outside world is filled with real character, real actors, and real people all with their own particular story to tell. Me, i'm just a listener. My story is being written now just as your story is being written. Time is better spent in the persuit of real dreams that hold real water. It is not good enough to simply dream separately. It is good enough to follow your instincts and shoot for the stars; even when the other people tell you how nuts you are. They do that because they want to do it too but are far too content in their media bubble of delight.
LLc 98.2

son of a bitch!

This is to the one who likes to peak but never feel truly comfortable enough to jump outside her box. You have something people have been trying to put their finger on for as long as mankind has been unfortunate enough to fall for someone upon first making eye contact with them. I should say we have something that is both glorious and sad at the same time. You have one who is not, I have none, and if we do not quit denying this it will eat us both up until we are old and grey. We will be constantly sick and always searching for ways away from one another; like that will help or something. I want your mouth pressed firmly against mine. I want to suck on you, lick you, kiss you, and just tear you apart for three days and nights until we both require hospitalization from lack of fluids. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen or ever will see and I don't care how fucking smart you are. You are in my mind constantly as everything is in a shambles inside my head without you. As if life were not complicated enough as it is, right? LLc 98.2

fuzzy little tummy

I want to lie in bed and blow on your fuzzy little tummy. I want to softly kiss the back of your neck as I hold gently but firmly your waist. I want to send chills down and up your spinal column and I want you to feel relaxed at all times.
If you have a bad day, I want you to come over to me and tell me about it so we can work it out together as a cohesive unit. If someone has created difficulty in your day, just let me know who he is and I will make sure he gets flowers sent to his work with a nice note attached that reads, "hi there, please don't make the woman I love sad anymore, OK. Thank you" LLc 98.2. That way we can calmly resolve the issue.
Maybe I'll put him on my mother's Christmas list so she can send him some fucking cake! Or, maybe I can go clean the man's fucking pool if he has one. Or, how about this, how about you stop with the bullshit and go with your gut instincts because those are the little fuckers that haunt THE MOST in time. Remember that YOUR GUT INSTINCTS ARE THE ONES THAT HURT THE MOST IN TIME IF THEY ARE NOT FOLLOWED WITH TENACITY. IF THEY ARE NOT GIVEN ALL THEIR DUE, THEN ALL THAT COMES AFTER IS A SHOW; A MUDDLED STEW OF SORTS MIXED IN WITH THE THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS OF ALL THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE US. IN THAT STEW IS ALL THAT IS ROTTEN WITH HUMANITY; THE VERY SAME SHIT WE SEE ON TV EVERYDAY. IN THAT STEW ARE MANY UNHAPPY GHOSTS.
No, if you have a feeling about something, anything, or if you have a bad day for this reason or that, it is not always best to verbalize it. Not everything needs to be talked about. You rely on that shit far too much I suspect. Is it possible for you to think for yourself? You used to be that way I am sure, just like the days when I began to blow on your fuzzy little tummy. I just wish I could blow on yours and this was meant for you, I am alone and blue without you in my arms. My heart is not good enough. It never will be. This is killing me! LLc 98.2

u r so fucking awesome

When I first saw you it felt as if I had been running, my heart was beating that fast. I looked at you and began to dream about me and you and a love that will never pass. It is hard to explain how you move me the way you do, but you sure move me well. It is not your out of place hair or your strange clothes that struggle to match. It is not your snappy and seemingly automatic responses to difficult questions about topics few care to tackle. It is not your cute face and smooth legs, your long neck or wonderful pale skin that moves me. What moves me about you is your laugh and your crooked little smile. I swear I could just eat you up like an ice cream bar licking and kissing you from head to toe all night long until the cows come home, then cook you breakfast. I would really like to make you feel like the woman you are because for one reason and the other you mean everything to me. Is that weird? Hell no it's not! LLc 98.2

your thoughts you think

You should have thought about it before you weep ed. Your sadness has brought with it an UN-unique order of things that you will forever be involved. Your weakness and short temper will feed your dissonance as you rely on imagination to get you through; that may be the one good thing about you.
Many years ago you started in motion an order of action that thrives and relies on pessimistic views and outside influences to guide your thoughts, you think. Anything but you is what is wrong. But deep down inside you hide away from the rest of us, like the rest of us, and what you see there is pathetic (some are fortunate to not see this). I know how that feels all too well. I know what it is like to look inside and see myself as a standing and steaming, fresh out of the horses ass pile of shit; worthless and weak; useless and meek. I know what it's like to put that uniform on when you would get more pleasure from being constantly poked in the side by an invisible monkey.
The things in motion follow you wherever you go. Your entire real self is what guides your life, not what you show everyone else in fashion and smiles, words and styles. To clear the inside takes time away from things that cramp the real you but you enjoy so much for the quick fix they provide. LLc 98.2

seeming song

We build them up just to break them down. The natural order of things takes care of this for us but we perpetuate the process by evoking the natural order in seeming somber song and sound. Must we be reminded of the order and offered constant remedies to prolong the inevitable? I should say so and without dispute. What else are we going to do with ourselves but bicker and talk about how right we are and how wrong everyone else is. What else are we going to do but be constantly reminded of the past; a flaw in and of itself, only to compare it to our time now. Yes, we must buy things so we can live in one of our many alternate universes'. There is a product out there for everyone and still we break down and fall apart at the seams. We do this not only physically, but we also perpetuate it through words in regards to not only other people but ourselves as well. What else would we do if we didn't act the way we do and sing the way we sing? LLc 98.2

frustrating time

What I enjoy is how we hardly ever change. That old saying, "Once a smart ass always a smart ass!" seems to hold true. I suspect as we get older we learn to behave better in certain ways but the memories remain the same. We still harbor the same feelings we had when we were children whether we like it or not. Whatever turned us on when we were in the fifth grade will still turn us on in our old age. For example, when I was a kid I was turned on by the idea of catching the uncatchable ball. I was spiderman out there when it came to snagging one down the line or popping one over the plate; or at least I thought I was. Hell, even if I missed one I let it fly over me like a leer jet. Most of the time these days rarely do I have the opportunity to let the child in me out to play. Mostly he remains inside and huddled in the corner; overtaken by frustration and time. LLc 98.2

trail of familiarity

It is difficult to explain isn't it? The way this world operates and the credit to whom it goes to is a fascinating thing. Many of us rely on pieces of the past to get us through our days. Who will get our record? Who will be the God of tomorrow, today? Must there be a thousand years or more before there is to be a God?
There are numerous social benefits to any congregation, but there will always be attached to that group a label. That label will categorize them into a special place among the rest of us. This place will have benefits and cons. The benefits will be many, the cons may be even more. To live a tail well we must first learn to walk the familiar trail. LLc 98.2

pain

I saw you today but you avoided me like the plague. I see you and wonder what goes through that head of yours. It must be a crowded place filled with expectations and hair dye. It makes me feel sad knowing I cannot be with you. We will both grow old and wonder=which really sucks!

eccentric man he is

Through the promises of men come the inevitability of those same men to posture themselves in other ways, among other people, to make the original promises come true. Also and often, the promises that are made are no more valuable than the paper it was never printed on. Promises are nothing more than words used by people who see and understand their power. False or not, words are used just like people are. Once we hit 23, we should be comfortable in our facade. That facade carries with it the weight of the social world and all his eccentricities. LLc 98.2

ourselves unintentionally

There is one Hell of a difference between opinion and fact. The one's in control want the reality to remain hidden while keeping us all entertained with enough bullshit to keep us afraid and in line. Our purchasing power is what they count on and this always comes about through some form of fear.
What we see takes away our souls. It strips from us our confidence as we question ourselves and the way we believe we are being perceived. Nothing will ever be good enough in our alternate universe. In our comparison process we will always get older and lose. The whole thing is a machine that was put in place many years ago naturally. It is us, the human being, that has gotten carried away from ourselves unintentionally.

seemingly similar

My movable me never complains yet feels the need to hide away in plain sight where nobody can see and everyone is eerily and seemingly similar. It is a fine place to hide if you want nobody to hear your cries inside. It is a simple game we play with one another. WE placate to each other thinking that will take away the discontent we feel. To be content in this world today is to not be in it. To be in it is to be alive within it. My movable me is as diverse as it needs to be. It has to be that way now. To be so much the same is to be the other always. My movable me is silent, alone, and among many other's who feel the same way. Similar we all are today; so mobile and wordy and unafraid. LLc 98.2

reality cares to be

If it is imagined, it is real. If what you see inside; an alternate life that requires a complete separation from this one, and is imagined yet feels real, it is real. In that room there is no difference between imagination and reality. In fact, the imagined can be even more real than any reality cares to be.
One of the consequences of the video age is crude imagination where the line between is now digital and movable. No longer is there a simple grey area. Now there must be an entire surface of grey in order to find any color at all. The color has become the thin line in a sea of grey. We have started over and the road ahead is just now being paved high in the sky.
All new inventions begin in imagination. The video game age has brought with it digital imagination. Reality has become the screen image.