ride's attainments

It is not unbelievable what a man will do to protect his standing; even as his helicopter is landing he is thinking of ways to continue his philandering. Inside the mind of the driven lives not the end; or matters of attainment for attainments sake, but the ways and means of achieving that goal and getting a narcotic-like rush from the experience as a result. He may not be aware of his intoxication, but that does not take away from the fact that he is intoxicated.
We see it everyday in the eyes of those we place so high on the social ladder. Look in the eyes of the driven and you will see a different expression pressing them on the inside. They may not be able to understand their drive, but that will never stop them from driving. LLc 98.2

< than you

Misconception and deception go together like leaves to a gutter. The rampage of these two things are storming the hillsides and coming down on us. But this is a different battle, one in which incorporates the supernatural truth that is firing on all cylinders. There is no containment to the spell as those who see it can never become anything but spots on the sidewalk to be scrubbed and swept. Becoming whole again may never happen as the social pull is a strong one to behave and act accordingly to one's less than disposition and human capacities. LLc 98.2

someday maybe someday

The filling of our society is not the sweet center like we have in some cookie; it is a filling of broken sheds and rusted tools that had their time and performed their duties. Holding on to the past is OK for a spell, but there comes a time when the past must not be used as a mechanism for future discourse. This is a human thing however and we all share its qualities and imperfections; the past I mean. But remembering it and bringing it up either yourself or hearing it from someone else are two separate things. On the one hand, there are good memories to consider. On the other hand there is everything in between the poles.
Through the hard social world we drive in and create and maintain, we forget that we can sometimes lose ourselves; who we truly are. Sometimes we search for the sweet filling only where shit burgers are sold and served on old benches surrounded by saw horses with dust on the hard wood floor. The past repeats itself as our humanity it seems will have it no other way. Oh well, maybe someday. LLc 98.2

delivery, oh delivery

It is a time, space continuum. It is paradoxical. It is the atomization and transfer of the spirit cells; momentary and forever continuing on their pathway. The host here is but a temporary one and all things on this plane are indeed temporary.
Pride and fashion are getting in the way of certainty. The allies and unions we form serve to protect as well as repress us for the sake of maintenance and delivery. The maintenance is for security, the delivery is for the forsaken dream; the ones we gave up for the sake of appearance and standing. LLc 98.2

the image maker in you

We live in one giant social space. We live in large and small groups simultaneously. Each group has their own outlook and perspective; the social sense that binds them within their own personal structure of daily activities. These things include the obvious: school, work, entertainment, etc. Like minded and similar thinking people hang out together. For example, flashy douche bags who drive over-priced cars hang together and the people who like sport hang together. Those who like themselves a lot hang together; not unlike the before mentioned douche bags. These packs, these people all share certain characteristics, but they all have one very strong thing in common completely; the mangled superiority complex embodied best by the image maker. The dehumanization of the human race is running full speed baby and everything you see and do is based on the maintenance and manufacturing of absolutely nothing of any real value. Our giant space has friends that see better than you do and they receive while you believe in the order the nothing. LLc 98.2

fluid sacrifice still

The light of the evermore is seen not through my eyes nor anyone Else's here on this plane. No, the light of the evermore is carried through by the signs, the hallows, the recollections of past men that contain within themselves the same yearning and desire they have always had in their possession. They are unknown to us and only come in the form of reflections mixed with our imaginary capabilities. This is normal; these unseen things and feelings we have. The reasoning behind them is not fully understood, but sometimes on this plane the explanations we seek, and the ways of our inquiry, play a vital part in our inability to actualize any one explanation that seeks to incorporate everything. The light of the evermore is simply unseen. It is housed in the crevaces we walk on where the blood droplets congragate and tell their story fluidly. LLc 98.2

this and that

How can anything be good enough? How would it be possible to find satisfaction when there is so little of it that can be seen? It seems the only happy people we see are on TV and then we get happy because they get happy. Does this make any sense at all? Does anyone see the connection here?
We are a representation of what it means to be lost in the outside. We are so far gone that we have become the commercial, the soap, the mid-week funny sitcom with good looking people going through what we NeeD to go through. Does this make any sense? What we have become is mechanistic, but with a twist. We learn from and follow what we see, but we also look for examples through other programming to learn how to change ourselves. Does that make any sense? LLc 98.2