golf

People forget what the are trying to do when we play golf. Unfortunately, it is advertising that has fucked it up for everyone. You see, advertising tells us what we need. It replaces the experiences we rely on when we make decisions about us and the game we play. It takes away from the point of gaming by emphasizing what is not needed in order to sell more unnecessary crap.
Distance is only a part of the game. Clubs are also only a part of the game. What we are tryng to do in golf is put the ball in the hole in the least amount of strokes as possible and nobody cares how that is done, believe me! So next time you find yourself alone in the box, make sure your loose so you can smack the shit out of it. Hopefully it will be straight and true so you can put the next one right up there next to the pin for a kickin bird. And that's what were trying to do!

bowling

I'm not sure bowling gets enough credit. Every time I have ever seen people bowl, whether they are good at it or not, they always seem to have fun. There is laughing and joking around; there are those who take the game more seriously than others (very fun to watch), and there are those who bowl for the same reason others paint. You see, art can be found in everything. In bowling, the art is spinning the ball into the pocket so the pins crash into each other as they blast back into the pit with a thunderous crash. There is art in picking up the 6-10-7 or the 5-7 splits. Those who take bowling more seriously are fun to watch because they take pride in the game, which is all anybody can do in this life. Bowling creates friendships and builds bridges. It serves as an avenue where people can forget about their issues for a couple hours a week and enjoy the excitement and electricity of a sport with as much flavor as badmitten or snooker.

truth

It's a pretty good life when you can laugh at yourself with some frequency. LLc 98.2

happy people harmony

Images bring life to the harmonies that envelop our lives. Through images and music we have the capacity to see things, things that are not happening as yet. You see, within the harmonies created, and the images that come with them, we can enter a realm that allows us to formulate new hypothesis we can only get under the direction of the magic, the peace, the design that is allowed to prosper and fortify the lives of people in a good way; the kind that comes from the passionate people who gave us everything they had while they were here. We must continue their struggle. We must live our lives in a way that reflects the same passion and compassion brought us by the many who saw beyond the horizon to an eternal flame fanned only by those who try but always fail just as they did. Images and harmony flavor the experience of solitude while feeding the dreams of change that faith brings to the happy people.

big soupy mess

The wheels of capitalism continue to spin as more and more unnecessary shit is created for our consumption. I saw a blanket for sale on television, the snuggie, for 19.95. Order now and you can receive 2 for the price of one. This of course follows the regular dieting report on the news where we learn that we have to move and eat in order to lose weight. The thing is, when we begin to rely on television to tell us how to live, we lose our way. Once we lose our individuality we begin to see the world from the perspective of other people we don't even know and have never met. It is almost as if we dress ourselves in plasic wrap so we can sell ourselves in much the same way as those snuggie's. We do this freely as a result of being here in it; the big soupy mess.

never

I want to be taken away, to be flustered in speech and mind. I want to be fresh and new like it was yesterday. I want to sneak away in the night and see my shadow girl who waits for me down the block a ways. Ten o clock she says, and I would listen. I was taken by her. I would have done anything for her. She saw value in herself but it was in the wrong way. That is not to say I didnot partake, I did, but the point is the connection was one way for her and another way entirely for me. She saw a future in her good looks and pristine exterior. Little did she know or care that the window for a human being's best looks, baring sun rays and gene pool, is between 18 and 23. After those ages, we all just get old no matter how we try to hide it or fight it. To be taken away is to not have the capacity to see it coming. This therefor is why it is written about after the fact. The problem is we tend to look for things we read about; things that either already took place or never did. Then we make comparisons. Does this make any sense at all? We are all teken away, flustered in speech and mind because we are all unconsciously taking roles in our conscious mind while we try and match that process with each and every interaction while looking for the spectacular and unexpected; the makeshift dream never to be realized. LLc 98.2

blah

I know where you have been she said with delight in her eye. I know who you were with and I know where you went. She went on to say mean and nasty things without hearing a single explanation from me. As soon as I opened my mouth she would scream louder. After a few minutes of this shit, I decided to walk away. What did she do? She grabbed my shirt, turned me around and beat the shit out of me. She hit hard and it made my head ring a little. After a few minutes I actually enjoyed it. The poor little thing was wearing herself out. Good thing she didn't have a pipe or it would have been my ass.
I had enough and walked away. I drove home thinking of her ways of kissing ass. This one would surely be a doozy. I got home and ring ring ring a fucking ling a ling ling. I pick up and she is balling. I mean this girl is raging out of control with feelings and she was letting them all hang out for the world to see. Little did she know that was the night I decided I would never marry her and breed with her. We stayed together for another year. That year really sicked man!