stinky human people

Human animal, stinky. We are stinky human people who often talk too much with little to say that has not been said before in much the same way. Our race is responsible for everything good and everything bad. We enjoy separation, anxiety, anger, hostility, deceit, images, politics, money, and much more. We get into everything and everyone else's business. We are qualified for this job because we come from a long line of deceivers and mis-believers. We ourselves are this way so you know the fit is right to carry on the sanctity and preservation of the same. I pledge this to you our fearless leader. May television reign always in the hearts and minds of all mankind, forever. Oh, and don't forget the soap!

sparrows crawl

Here it comes through the open playing fields. Here it drives forward and through leaving traces no more noticeable than the one's before. The settled dust reveals a sun drench plane with no remnants of any kind. They swerve and tangle themselves up inside us without intention. They come through the impossibility of imaginationed retribution, serving the Lords of the past in the now somehow. Here they come. Can you feel them? Is there something on the horizon for you? Something wonderful and fresh and new? I think I can feel it too. There they go again but not gone forever. They go away for now to become anothers' treasure. The thoughts you/we have, the one's that mean the most, as irrational as they are, their guidance will be your your host. The ghosts listen to you. They listen to me. They know more than we do. They always have. Where do your ghosts think you need to be? Happy or unhappy? LLc 98.2

the mundane the everyday

There are moments in the day when small signs compile for the viewing pleasure of those who enjoy the mundane, the everyday. Some moments last only for a second, sharp and penetrating. Others may last forever in the mind only momentarily. It could be moments are more than simple signs. They could be a conglomerate of actions and reactions of ordinary people; each one of us in our worlds' together operating in a drone like togetherness that shifts and curves like a river ever changing. It may be argued that within our selves lies the capacity to see things, specific things occurring out in the open; things we see, hear, feel or touch. Maybe not. Maybe we feel something that changes our frame, giving us a different lens that operates only temporarily and just long enough to see what needs to be seen and feel what needs to be felt. We may choose to set these thoughts aside and remain vigilant, unabaded, and seemingly strong. We may not. LLc 98.2

mind sweets

Look around you and see the tasty delights of the future. Feast on what your children will get a more fuller load of when they are your age. Make as many children as you can so their suffering can be double yours. Encourage them not to become full. Teach them not to pursue their own desires and fulfillments. As a matter of fact, don't encourage them at all. That stuff is done for you through media. Tell them to go to school, get married, have kids, pay the bills, earn a good retirement, then become a medical veggie packed with pills and dope and booze before getting old and bitter like you. Teach them your ways so they can be handed down again and again as the cost of living rises. See how far that gets you when they come knocking on your door. All things, all mentalities of life are changing. The past is gone. The ways of the old are no longer valid. Look around you. Do you really know what is happening out there? Mind sugar, that is what media is, pure mind sugar. And we run on it just enough to make it to the mini-mart to buy some more amp. That makes a whole lotta sense!
If you want to help the children you love, tell them to excell at one thing and make it the center-piece of their lives. Help them plant that flag, not early, but at the appropriate time. All you have to do is supply the sense, the swaggar, and the balls. When is the appropriate moment? When they remain quiet at certain times when any question pertaining to their future is brought up. There are answers in their silence; answers that are even more clear than the lies they try and sell. The lies you once told and the lies we all continue to tell, and live as well, will one day serve as a reminder of the dangers emminating from media presentations; in all its forms and accompaniments. LLc 98.2

ping pong afternoon

Expectations are like eating bad clams and oysters. They are the remnants of peek performances by people from a different time; a different place; under completely different circumstances at various opportunity levels. Measuring up to that is an impossibility even if you were to one day be able to shit rolls of hundred dollar bills while singing yankee doodle dandy; juggling a chainsaw, a whistle, and an open bottle of scotch that you drank along the way while riding a unicycle downhill into a flaming 1978 Pontiac Firebird while remaining on balance and in complete control. People expect far too much from one another. Have a glass of wine, put a chill song on, grab your favorite woman, and play it out just like you thought it. The expectations come, no need to think about them. They do mean well. LLc 98.2

character contents

The contents of the characters we create clash from time to time on various levels, sub-levels, and particle levels that can have no measure. Sure we want the simple things in life. The general things we feel we need in order to function at the social level we desire; if we so choose that route, are essential to a point and only for particular groups of individuals who believe the sales pitch of what success should look and feel like. A Great job that pays lots of money; multiple rides of various kinds and colors; A kicking spread fully loaded, etc. This is social order and it is led by what we are used to and feel we need to see more of. Well, if all we see is crap, then the only thing new we can look forward too is different versions of that same crap. These forces live outside us and are not responsible for our character clashes. These things happen as a result of something beyond our control. Our contents, our different sides of ourselves, well, they just stumble from time to time as they hit head on on occasion. LLc 98.2

shower

Oh God I know this is going to hurt. It's cold as hell in this bed and all I have is my underwear on. I knew my mother was right years ago when she told me I was a moron. I must be a moron because man it's cold all over the world as far as i'm concerned and i'm sleeping not with a minimum of three layers. Damn, ok, one step at a time dude. Suck it up. You've tackled trucks before. This cold thing is a piece of cake. You stink anyway so the whole thing, the entire process, is worth it. Just get up and run the water. Ohh yes, yes indeedy this is cold. I will let the water run on bath at full force hotness to speed up the steam. Ohh it's cold man. shit! shit! shit! Ohhh, I hate it when I first get in. No matter how warm it feels to my hand it freezes me from head to toe when I get in. Of course there is no water pressure, so with my frame a shower takes a bit longer to well, shower. Cold man, this sucks!
Now that I am halfway through, I need to now consider my exit strategy. That part truely sucks. Hmm, ok, all the vital parts done, hair done, ok, I am ready. Damn it, I usually hang a towel on the thing, but not today. I have to go out into the deep freeze to retrieve a towel now as opposed to having one there at the ready within arms length; then jump back in and absorb as much left over steam as I can while I quickly dry. Ok, do it! Ah, this is easy. Plenty of steam. I got this one down. No problems here. Now, what the Hell am I going to do next? LLc 98.2