screwed

We need more gossip like we need more methane gas. We need more bad news like we need extra skin hanging from our ass. I am tired of hearing fast talkers sell soap and sexy women sell everything else. Change the channel you say? I do. Go for a walk you say? I do. Watch a movie you say? I do, and have seen em all. Read a book you say? I do, and they all say the same thing. Oh, what do they say? They say we are all fucked! LLc 98.2

fine sometimes

The edited me is refined, less wordy, dressed to specks, and always prepared for the smallest disaster. He is a shinning example of plurality and neutrality who is always at the ready for the big deal, the marked spot, the lonely train. Alone in the room he is anxious; searching for some reason, no reason at all to be something else altogether.
The edited us brings unity to a divided territory. We act in ways to keep a line painted for boundaries sake; not to cross except for the select few who knew all along the seafaring ways of representation and conflict. The words they use bring about more division, more strife, and more maintenance of the same. The edited us is coming about; stretching once again the fabric of history to align against a common flaw.
I am losing my ties, using less words, I can't find my shoes, and i'm not even sure what day it is. These things are fine sometimes and I am OK with that. LLc 98.2

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