do it all again

Let us retreat into the solice of our home where we can reflect on life's inconsistencies. Let us forego any nature to change and rely instead on the common way; untrusted and false. Were it not for past experiences, the future would be more than it is now; was then, and could be into the distant future. As it stands now, we are bound to repeat it all again as we sit at home twisting and turning about life's inconsistencies. 98.2 LLC

no precondition

I suppose there is peace in the middle of the night. I suppose there exists in the cosmos a sort of selective promise only realized at certain points of the day. For me, those points fall in the early morning hours when others are resting; gathering strength, dreaming. For some people, dreams are realized in reality. For others I gather, dreams are best as they are. In either case, the relevence of dreams has far reaching effects on the human soul that itself requires dramatic alterations at times. For me, the soul opens itself up when there are no pre-conditions of expectations brought about by other people. For it is other people who believe they have the right way, when in fact, the only right way is self perception free from the boundaries set forth by people from another time and place. The future depends on new ideas, new conditions, and new ways of attacking the relevant issues of our day. There can be no objective truth, only a sincere belief in oneself to formulate opinions that mean something to not only ourselves in our time now, but for those who will be stuck in this aweful place of inequity, deceitful practices, and media.

blue in dark

I looked up in the sky last night and it reminded me of just how small we all are. Our temporary state is but a snap of the fingers in time. The stars reflections are distinct memories of a universe that is vast and not understood. The Earth is a blue mark in a sea of blackness that has absolutely no end. To think for even a moment that we, with our reflectors and aired up tires, are so special and exciting as to believe that we are alone, is rediculous. The sky is as temporary as we are, but the darkness lasts forever.

my space

My loveless fascination has brought me serenity and lonliness at the same time. Whether I am the only one or not is not what is important. What is important is how valuable it is to me. It may seem static to the outside viewer, but to me it is the most important thing. In silence there is a constancy of tolerance wrapped around a heart that beats rhythmically. Sometimes I hear music so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. On those occasions I am alone and not alone. I feel something else alongside that comforts me from the inside. In that place, that beautiful place, my space, I am free to think and move in a fashion clear from obstruction, temperment, and longing. There, alone, I have the time to be blank and unsorted. I have begun to enjoy the longing in silence.

you the issue

Recognize the difficult and malaligned as an opportunity and not a reason for abandonment. The issues that stand before you are resolvable in one sense and one sense only: that what you perceive in reality is true and what needs to occur is identification of the issue followed by a certified effort to make that issue a part of past experience. The idea is a simple one. But should ever the issue be used as a starting point for excuses and status quo, then the issue is not the issue itself; the issue is you. Anything after the point of excuse making is a mere disguise, a veil into the hidden nature of your ineptitude.

in separation

The social system blatantly falls short of man's need for more than a symbolic relationship with nature. Once we become a predominantly social individual only interested in the vital roles that need to be met in order to live and pay for things we most likely could do without; and forget to feed the inside that relies on the simple and meaningful things, we become plastic and easily seen through as to our social intentions. This is child-like behavior in a sense that if, like a child, we are only interested in ourselves, our progressions, and our social standing, we are seen as for what we have become: see through, boring, predictable, and sad. The social world is a facade that cares not for anything because it was created long ago by wealthy shit-kickers who stood high atop the totem of hypocracy and shameful acts upon those with less money than them. There can be nothing more sad than that and yet here we are in separation.

the twinkie

There is nothing in the world more gratifying than the twinkie. The twinkie has within its structure a most fascinating and titalating combination of fluffy moise cake, and a cream filled center that has within it a little piece of Heaven. My journey to the twinkie was a long and arduous one that had many ups and many downs. You see, when I was a boy having to ride by bike to school each day, I felt it necessary to stop off at the 7-11 after breakfast and on the way to school. There I would partake in videao games like Donkey Kong and Ms. Pacman while engulfing two or three maple bars and a 32 oz pepsi or coke. My parents are still wondering why I was such an expensive child. Hey, it costs money to be a master of the underworld. Needless to say, lunchtime was the right time for all of us. Yes, I was not alone in my world.
Lunchtime was a representation of wealth in the community. The kids who brought their lunches could be measured by the amount of goodies they had in their possession. The more goodies; symbolic of mom's love and devotion, the more trading. Here we have the Capitalist system functioning on the street level (barter). Is this interesting or what? lol, probably not...