the temporary sun

The deal is we are living on a big blue bubble basking momentarily in our temporary sun. We want to see the whole thing and experience the whole thing in our temporary time. We want all the ups and all the downs that come with the experience. We want to bleed at our own expense for those we care about and a few we don't.
Our desires need fulfilling and in one way or another we get that. We are afraid of the unknown but should not be. For it is the natural thing to be set free from the bubble; to explore new time and places; to make new sounds and leave different traces. Here we are alone in our simple-mindedness. The future is much more interesting! LLc 98.2

unseen beauty

It is fine to be critical to the unrefined and usually denied soul. Therein lies the dichotomous nature of man and his possessions. There is unity in the denial of another in the social context and there is a self benefit that comes from feeling better than another.
Growth they say comes from mileage gathered along the great highways and by-ways that bind and grind the kite flyer's and dreamers. The blood soaked trails leading off the roads is where the stories are lived and told. It is there we all become the same in our similarities bypassing our differences if even for a moment. What the exterior provides is but one aspect of a man. What precedes him can never been seen by the critic. What precedes him may even be beautiful to the youngest and nastiest cynic. LLc 98.2

Nothing forced is of issue, only concern to be remedied in less than a single page of well placed words. Sometimes something sought is valued less than at one point and even less at another. But in time the value of something will always be the same to the one who see's value in it. We crave this not because it is forced upon us; we crave this because we have no choices in the matter.
The flow that binds man to this field is always hungry and always recognizable to the eyes of the most common of man; often overlooked by the outside people forced into the rickity-rackets of divide and cerebral stagnation mixed in with the chunky heartiness of a quality meat sauce. LLc 98.2

Little Pooch Fiddlestix

Little Pooch Fiddle Stix
This is a story about a little dog named Little Pooch Fiddle Stix. He was injured in a car accident and had only three legs, but he got around fine and had lots of friends. One of his friends was named Jamie. He was 8 and liked to play basketball. Little Pooch would often watch from the sideline as Jamie jumped real high and bounced the ball real fast. It made little Pooch happy to see Jamie Play. One day jamie missed the ball and it rolled toward Little Pooch. Little Pooch stopped it with his nose and rolled it back to Jamie. The ball rolled right to Jamie's feet. Jamie looked over to Little Pooch and smiled. What a wondeful day for Jamie and Little Pooch. They became best friends and started hanging out together. It was the beginning of Summer and the weather was going to be great for outdoor play. LLc 98.2

truth

Love is an adventure in spirit, a trial of souls together, in the eyes of God and man. LLc 98.2

purpose not, ever buy

Listen to everything around you at all times. Stop talking and pay attention to the robotic dance the ambiance affords us. Buy some new shoes that are designed for walking and made by some kid in China. Feel good about the way things are and listen to the opinions of the people on TV. Begin to feel less than good about the world so the fear can embed within you; so you can spread that fear to those you care about. Become fragmented and learn the art of placation for appearances sake. Don't rock the boat or you may lose your standing in the eyes of the people you think you need to keep pace with. Forget about your dreams and aspirations; you are not worthy of those things. Join the big club where the dance is free to all those who want to never become a part of their purpose. LLc 98.2

the elm's themselves

One should never be content and comfortable. Hell, if that's the goal, then once achieved, what the fuck do you do? What good are you? You struggle and struggle to jump into the debt pool and from then on life becomes one episode of bad television programming after another with lousy ads inbetween. All the extra crap we buy don't mean piddly poop; is decoration for the unsturdy sapling that was once the elm. There are far too many little trees lining the streets and far too many unhappy people in their contentments. Their shovels are worn to the wood created from the elm's themselves. LLc 98.2