suffering commercially

Commercials made up by people in ad agencies, shoveled through the media, bought and paid for by fat cats in their desire to create more revenue for their companies, really do have an effect on all of us. Ads are so pervasive these days that we do not have to be conscious of them all to get what they are selling. Our brains pick up everything and we remember the colors in the ads on the highways just as easily as we remember the bearded guy who sells orange clean between 2 and 7 in the morning. I even have some of that shit myself. It smells like warm, oily oranges simmering on a stove way up high in the mountains. No walls, no cabin; just a stove in the woods next to a really big tree filled with chiggers and mites. Commercials and media ruins people for generations as the successful adman buys yet another shiny new thing to display his power. Meanwhile, people in society actually believe their bullshit. We all suffer in our beliefs.

stirefoam

It was a remarkable sight and it took breathe away from the deepest part of me. In her every move was an elegance, a confidence in stride that turned my silly side on a slippery slope. Every thought in my head was lustful. I wanted her in my mouth and all over me and everywhere else. But then I remembered how it is not good to feel a physical attraction toward women; especially beautiful, sexy, stunningly outstanding possessing an overall oneness with God and nature, type woman. However, After some thought I began to reflect on the Bible and all the murder, lust, and deceitful practices that are present within the text. No matter what happens, there will still always be a genuine need for stirefoam.

free

Take loose of the stigma and act accordingly, but only for a short time longer. The life plans are kept secret inside and are for nobody's ears but yours and mine. Take the seeds and let them feed from rays of light until they bloom with colors bright. Take loose of the stigma that was planted inside by someone other than yourself and watch it tear off in search of another person to latch on to. Take the bag of rocks and put it down. On top of the bag lay your gloves. After a few seconds, when habit wants you to put those gloves back on, just stop and look at the bag your past; appreciate it, then move on. That portion is now gone forever so you are now free to persue other endeavors.

expectation zone

Often our expectations meet with reality and we find these two ideals to be completely opposite of one another. We sometimes forget that the inner utopian existence must always remain on the inside far removed from the exterior. If you strike gold and have a feeling that what you are experiencing right now resembles that of the utopian spectacle, then you must keep that feeling to yourself and never tell a soul. This must be done because it is impossible to show the elation of a dream fulfilled. Expectations and realities are two different concepts. Why? Because expectations cannot include the feelings, reasonings, and plausabilities that must preclude any realization because before any realization can be made it must be done in a specific context and in a specific situation. One never knows the things leading up to the utopian existence because people think too much in the end capacity while paying little attention to the required details. All the flavor is in the details. The details are in reality while expectations focus more on the result. There is a hell of a lot of space inbetween these two very different concepts which leave the depression door ajar so we can slither inside; to be free of reality in the expectation zone.

sophisticated ride

It was quite a ride, that silence, that solice. The multitude of fascinations and inclinations that have came across my path have been numerous to this point. I am overwhelmed at times and in need of a faithful servant, a lover, a friend. In my alone time I have learned to take down the wall that has been so pervasive in my every thought and encounter. But still I harbor that everpresent armor that we all try so hard to hide from time to time. This is not a weakness of character, it is but one small part of a most significant ride. LLC

no bs man

I seek my even flow from the waters that never vary in strength or consistency. They run smooth and crisp while cutting through the meadows that are packed with pine trees like crayons in the box. I feel too much here and the words drive me mad. The cars, the noise, the way people are and act; this is all so far removed from our practice. When we were younger we role played visciously. That was us kids creating our behavior; the scrappy kind amongst others cubs like us. That was our practice. We get older and lose our play and exchange it for conformity so we can get grey and die unhappy as the kids piss all the money away while claiming they actually earned it only to wind up pulling doubles at Leroy's Big Mouth Burger while harboring a meth addiction and an affinity for schnapps, imported beer, and cam nons. Yes, an even flow is what I seek. The kind that is free from any and all bullshit! But hey, is that really possible?

striking somewhat

In our consciousness we endeavor the best they can see. We seek the approval of those who we admire even if we don't even know them or have nay reason to trust them. We do this in the hope of self improvement and material gain; not to mention the social standing and responsibility that comes with these roles. What is unexpected is coming to grips with the knowledge that those you once thought to be your friends are actually not as close as you would have liked. That said it is the number one most important thing to become involved in persuits that are relevant only to you. Balance comes when you learn how to treat people along the way by remaining leary of those who strike a pose at every chance they see a reflection of themselves; to check themselves and make sure their presentation is somewhat striking and individualistic.