A man stands in line at Wendy's. While observing the menu he notices a young woman dropping change in front of him. There was a little girl standing next to her and she was holding the woman's hand. As the young woman bent down to pick up the nickels and dimes he also bent down. From his mouth sincerely came,"every dime counts." The little girl looked at the man as the woman stood up digging in her purse as if looking for her coin purse or something. The little girl was not smiling and not old enough to run a sympathy scam on him. I swear it was like a play as I sat at a nearby table watching this older gentleman looking this girl in the eye for what seemed like a full minute while I anxiously waited for the next move which was likely to occur in this very second, this one moment in time. What did the man do? He walked right past the girl and the woman and as he did he put a piece of paper in the little girls hand.
I wonder what was on that piece of paper. I thought it was money at first but since I heard no laughter and saw no smile, I have to think it was still at least something. I watched them get their food and they walked out the door. The little girl dropped that piece of paper on her way to the car and it fell to the blacktop. I just had to know what that paper said, if anything. I walked out and just as I got there a wind came and blew the paper up into my hand. It was truely an incredible thing. It was a corner of some glossy magazine and on it was this: Everytime you give up a nickel, it comes back to you dressed like a dime; but sometimes that dime does not come in the form of a dime. It may come in the form of a smile from someone you don't even know or a cool breeze on a particularly warm day. No matter what it is always a good idea to pack some loose change with ya whenever you go. Not for the dimes, but for the times when you need words to make rhymes and you cannot afford Wendy's. 98.2

none, yet

Alone in my box sheltered from the fear I have solice for a spell and a breath of fresh air to clear my box making room for yet another piece of history. Here, in this place, I have the will to be clear. I have the desire to be where I want to be and there are no disappointments. I have full reign of my fiction free from indecision and judgement. I have no need or desire to act in any specific way to cater to anybody's needs but the one's I require-which are very little.
Alone in my box I have the control I seek and the desire I require and the shelter I need to never make a difference in a world full of sadness and wanting, liars and false desires sold for the sake of selling off pieces of manufactured child labor. 98.2

ficticiousness

We all want to be set free from the burdens of our past errors. Given the chance I have no doubt most people would enjoy a second shot at this life thinking they could somehow do it better. So what do people do? They make babies so they can raise their kids better than their parents raised them. In most cases, the young morons making these decisions are following a new tradition that encompasses a wide variety of special directives from questionable sources who happen to have more control than you care to think about.
There is no irony going on here. Our social world is jaded and full of deception. None of us have any idea just how sad we truely are and how little freedom we actually have. The computer world in the new frontier where people can act out their fantasies while maintaining a comfortable persona to sell to all those he or she comes into contact with irl. So, which persona is the real one? The real one acted out in real time in real life or the one we occupy in the wires and in space? 98.2 because they are both played out in a world of fiction.

keepsake

Moderation is a word use by those who have something to gain by using it either through idle conversation, which is what most conversation is, or a simple regurgitation of what was previously heard and accepted as normal and now being reused as a suggestion for life by someone who is probably just as clueless as the rest of us. Moderation is broad, lifeless, and is easily manipulated not unlike most people and is often used by those who somehow feel comfortable with themselves at the time they used it.

emotion & motion

We all seek the remedy to lonliness and fear. We all require a fulfilled desire to accomplish our goals and find happiness somehow along the way. Some deny their right to be happy because of tradition. Coming out from a restricted area like that can sometimes be overwhelming. The balance is usually off in one way or the other forcing us to be decisive in situations we would rather not be. The consequences are such that not until years later do we realize how foolish we were then and continue to be now. Learning, well, that's for the other guy. Some of the smartest people I know are also some of the most rediculous people one would ever want to meet and they rationalize everything to make themselves feel better about the choices they have made which given the chance they would gladly go back and redo. So we read and play on the internet to soothe our strains and calm our fears in the hope of magic somehow striking down like an ancient force calm in demeanor but strong in emotion and motion. 98.2

greed

That's the life we have, the life we take for granted.
There is a thing in the world called the essence of man. Depending on which time frame you are looking at, the essence of man is that of greed in all its forms. This was not the intention but it is most definately the result. On the big timeline, we occupy a time of change where people are scrambling for cover under the blanket of warmth and security. This mentality is what shapes those who play and is of no use to those who do not. It's fine to want, just make sure you want in a way that is realistic and not like the one they sold long ago. That was a complete lie!
That's the life we have, the life we take for granted!

for accomodation sake

We all need a place to go, the place where we feel safe. It should not be a physical spot and we should never rely on another to find it. I truely believe once you give up that place, that box, that resting spot, you give up the one thing that is truely yours only to be replaced with something else that never seems to merge right with the original. The ensuing inner conflicts that inevitably arise from walking so long away from that spot bring agitation. This imbalance inside stirs wrong emotions that have little to do with the situation at hand yet vitally affects that situation. The eventual change of course causes one to search again for that place from even a greater distance than before; or at least a dissimiliar surrounding perspectives which again shape new thoughts that may or may not lead back to the original spot.
It is likely that spot will never be seen again. Time usually takes care of this for all of us. But that reality does not satisfy those who have found success in their lives. If you ask truely successful people how they came to be that way they all will say," I thoroughly enjoy creating something that means so very much to me." For it is through creation and imagination that beautiful things come to light that shine brightly upon that spot, that place, that true sense of being. 98.2 everything else is bullshit with icing!