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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