production of nothing

This is nothing new. These days all that is required to influence the masses through voice is an aesthetic beauty. The machinery takes the talentless and mundane and turns it 180. What results is a picturesque quality free from natural gifts but pleasing all the same to what is perceived as pretty and talented. This is manufactured reality that has a fundamental principle of deceit; that which could be viewed as evil. Unnaturally as well, those manufactured beings all look the same and come packaged the same, and sound the same. Their regurgitation of lyrics not of real origin come off as plastic, sad, and purely empty. Those who find this to be good are products in time; they see no connection to falsities. What they see is packaging personified and nothing more. In this rediculousness comes greed, desire, lust, and a certain kind of person who covets; desires this and believes this as real and good; grand by design. 98.2 LLC XXX1 JB

separated by stupidity and words

The social world in the U.S. is a destructive place. Not in a sense of war and death; these things will never cease worldwide. Our society is destructive because of the inequalities we have weaved inside it. Those with the means have the advantages and those without are lost, uncounted, and shamed upon. Some say they should go to school, get a job, try harder. The funny thing is, these people say these things in passing; having reeped the rewards not afforded to other people. It is easy to stand up and say these things when you have the ability to put gas in your car without sacrificing food for the table. It is easy to say these things when you are having a good week, month, or year. What is not easy is knowing or understanding the words used. Many people speak without thinking and as a result others like them agree. This action is useless, meaningless, and full of tarnished and darked values. To speak of things which are of the unknown is the same as a claiming to have knowledge of donut making without ever visiting the place where donuts are made. As we will see, our society is evolving into an unholy place of division based on the idea that through hard work one can achieve anything. The individual who originally made this statement was well off and full of pride; separate from reality altogether.
Some say "dress for success". If this is true, then it is clear that what has occured lately by well dressed individuals is contrary to that statement; some of the biggest scumbags on the planet look like a million bucks. So, based on this fact, the well dressed individual is not always one who can be trusted. Success does not come through financial gain. Success comes through passionate persuits that bring forth a new reality that has never been touched by anyone else. It is as individualistic as the imagination. But the problem is, those who seek their joy often find friction from those who have abandoned their joy long ago for the inequities of our social world. They have made their choice to join with the many who prefer the material over themselves. They would rather look the part than be the part. The social world here in the U.S. is fiction based and it is a construction; fabricated and maintained through perceived natural divisions among people. Sadly, the greatest bastards who believe in hard work, have acquired their wealth through knowing people; acting like this or that; becoming the role, and have maintained that role in the eyes of those who got them there. These are the people who say things like: get a job, work harder; you can do anything; get off your ass, and so on and so forth. Our social world is destructive because it breeds dysfunction and inequality. It requires differences in class and it relies on the downtrodden to be used up and exploited for monitary gain for those who have more equity, money, and prestige.

do it all again

Let us retreat into the solice of our home where we can reflect on life's inconsistencies. Let us forego any nature to change and rely instead on the common way; untrusted and false. Were it not for past experiences, the future would be more than it is now; was then, and could be into the distant future. As it stands now, we are bound to repeat it all again as we sit at home twisting and turning about life's inconsistencies. 98.2 LLC

no precondition

I suppose there is peace in the middle of the night. I suppose there exists in the cosmos a sort of selective promise only realized at certain points of the day. For me, those points fall in the early morning hours when others are resting; gathering strength, dreaming. For some people, dreams are realized in reality. For others I gather, dreams are best as they are. In either case, the relevence of dreams has far reaching effects on the human soul that itself requires dramatic alterations at times. For me, the soul opens itself up when there are no pre-conditions of expectations brought about by other people. For it is other people who believe they have the right way, when in fact, the only right way is self perception free from the boundaries set forth by people from another time and place. The future depends on new ideas, new conditions, and new ways of attacking the relevant issues of our day. There can be no objective truth, only a sincere belief in oneself to formulate opinions that mean something to not only ourselves in our time now, but for those who will be stuck in this aweful place of inequity, deceitful practices, and media.

blue in dark

I looked up in the sky last night and it reminded me of just how small we all are. Our temporary state is but a snap of the fingers in time. The stars reflections are distinct memories of a universe that is vast and not understood. The Earth is a blue mark in a sea of blackness that has absolutely no end. To think for even a moment that we, with our reflectors and aired up tires, are so special and exciting as to believe that we are alone, is rediculous. The sky is as temporary as we are, but the darkness lasts forever.

my space

My loveless fascination has brought me serenity and lonliness at the same time. Whether I am the only one or not is not what is important. What is important is how valuable it is to me. It may seem static to the outside viewer, but to me it is the most important thing. In silence there is a constancy of tolerance wrapped around a heart that beats rhythmically. Sometimes I hear music so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes. On those occasions I am alone and not alone. I feel something else alongside that comforts me from the inside. In that place, that beautiful place, my space, I am free to think and move in a fashion clear from obstruction, temperment, and longing. There, alone, I have the time to be blank and unsorted. I have begun to enjoy the longing in silence.

you the issue

Recognize the difficult and malaligned as an opportunity and not a reason for abandonment. The issues that stand before you are resolvable in one sense and one sense only: that what you perceive in reality is true and what needs to occur is identification of the issue followed by a certified effort to make that issue a part of past experience. The idea is a simple one. But should ever the issue be used as a starting point for excuses and status quo, then the issue is not the issue itself; the issue is you. Anything after the point of excuse making is a mere disguise, a veil into the hidden nature of your ineptitude.