Many days

Many days I wake up knowing full well that I will be doing virtually the same thing I did yesterday. Many days I go to bed thinking about the same things I have to do tomorrow that I did today which was exactly and precisely like the day before that. Many days I wake and say today will be different. Today is the day I do something new and exciting. So instead of getting gas at Shell, I went across the street to Chevron and paid a little more. Now for me that's a stretch. All bs aside, do we really need structure?

designs on you

It draws you in like television. It holds you and keeps you until you sleep and dream of the same. In the time shadows, you will be safe and sound under the calm of that which you will never be responsible for. You will use excuses learned in your travels; your mind travels that allow you to never change yet change in your minds eye. That is its design. That is why it draws you in; because you have come to rely on it to get you through each trying day. It draws you in like television and you don't even care to know its power over you. Again, that is part of its design.

my repercussions/yours

Escapism is not unique to the American experience, it has just never been as pervasive as it is now. We can become comfortable within ourselves completely by simply severing the link between what occurs outside our home to what occurs inside our home. The maintenance involved in this idea has far too great a consequence to even be considered however as this is because human beings naturally link everything we see and feel together. If, along the way of our dreams we find someone who strikes us, then we simply add them to the already existing imaginary files to be referred to at the most convenient times. From there we can operate fluidly and safely with no repercussions of fancy.

the daily mood decides nothing

The mood of the day drives the actions of the day. The consistent patterns we employ starve us of new sights and sounds. We become cushy and locked in our deciding zone. By that I mean we become comfortable enough to look at other people and wonder why they are having so much trouble. Then we state, among trusted friends, the problems of the others while offering no real solution other than to look like we know what we saying in the eyes of the others; those who are hearing us/you but probably not paying much attention. The daily mood decides who will be verbally bashed without them knowing it- and nothing more.

they cannot

One of the many fascinating things about people is how we use words and motion in communication yet rarely comes the day when these words, these movements come to represent our true intent. Too often it seems that what we do becomes far removed from our intended path. From there, we grasp hold of the side-rail and keep our palms slick; hoping for the smoothest ride possible. In time we may find comfort in our choices. In time we may not.
Idealistically we seek the kind of happiness we think we deserve. Yet often through time we miss the point of happiness and how it exists in constancy. It exists in the pleasantries of daily life. It happens in even the most mundane of occurances. It could be as simple as a step over a puddle without pain or it could be as difficult as over-coming an almost unbearable obstacle only to come out even stronger than you were before. Through it all we use words and motion to display ourselves. Those who persue their lives with passion need not observe the actions and reactions of other people. How could they? LLc 98.2

I value

My controlled chaos allows me the devices necessary to exist somehow on this unequal plane filled with value; value being determined by other people mind you. I value a good taco; a tasty soda pop; a shinny new penny, and a roll of quarters. I value friendships. I value a really solid sunset filled with oranges and reds, blues and purples. I value laughter and I value tears. I value the big picture more than all the little ones put together in a bright, sparkling package. But most of all I value the idea, the hope, the dream that one day we can all come together and make one big giant Klondike Bar and just eat that fucker! LLc 98.2

the anchor 2009

You have been anchored with the burden of feeling and despair. No matter what they see or how you think you are presenting yourself, the weight is on your back and it will be there till you die. No amount of drugs or therapy will hinder the ultimate designs progress. Just as there are those who are doomed to fail, similiarly, there are those who are always thinking; always dreaming; trying to find a way to drain all the pain. But it is not their duty to drain their pain. It is not their design. For them, for you, you have been chosen for the most crucial job. One in which whisks away spirits who wish to do harm to others. It takes the harboring of feelings and despair in order to fight that kind of good fight. That is what the anchor is for. So you can stay put and tell them to go shove it up their asses! LLc 98.2