around the remedy

Sometimes the machine rolls over us and it hurts. We then believe this is our lot, our destiny in pain. We buy in to the false ideas that something is always wrong or out of place. We believe these things and in time we manufacture our lives around the remedy. In so doing we play the role of lost one; common in this fray, and our involvement in sighting and defining some sort of solution becomes relevant only under predetermined guidelines manufactured by those who deal in deceit specifically for monitary gain. This is the machine and it lives and breathes within you-all of us.

effects

Few things are more wrong in this world than people who believe they have a special gift, a gift that is representative of the betterment of other people through the legislative process. This mentality that distinguishes itself no further than that of a child gearing up for a day at the water-park is complete and utter crap fresh from the farm. Special interests have now, and always have, ran this country. It is not the people who get these people elected, it is the people with money that get these people elected. No money, no say! Because the political climate is always shifting, their is a constant struggle to maintain power within the confines of government. Once power is changed, new forces are at work, all of which compete for their own interests through usual and sometimes unusual channels of effective and collective endeavors designed around favors and gestures of good faith. For example, if I donated fifty grand to governor x, then I would get to buy a few minutes with him or her to discuss issues I may have in my community. If I donated a MILLION DOLLARS to governor x, then that would mean my time has more value which means I have more juice; which means I have political capital; which means I need assistance that only money can buy so I can gain even more juice. Once someone reaches their personal juicyness level, and they begin to feel they have the answers other people are looking for, then we have a problem that has far reaching effects on a larger number of people.

river flowing under

Their was no life in those eyes of hers. She desperately tried to hide the emptiness inside but unlike me, who is real good at it, she needed space to let it out in the form of rage and obsessiveness over the mundane artifacts of our times. This was her coping mechanism, her stride, and it was through this level of engagement that would be her demise. It was a suited match however that worked well for a time, but as the wheels of life roll on she found that what was once hers is now mine. She knows that her future holds no redeeming qualities under her current isolation, but like me she will find solice one day. She will find it in a way that stretches far beyond the limits of our short stretch here, she will find it among others who hear her real self speak through written words. The color will come back to her eyes and they will sparkle like a river flowing underneath the gates of Heaven.