experience experience

The ancients believed in the stars and saw things in them that still exist today. The connections they made with the universe around them were incredible. Think for a moment what it must have been like to witness the explosiveness of it all. In those days there had to be a much clearer view of the universe. The ancients were also pretty tuned in to the idea of radio frequencies as well. They often built fires and danced stirring electric clouds of passion in its excited state. They actually opened portals that allowed them to view certain future events. Science has dismissed these claims for the most part-as science tends to do. But the fact is one must be open to experience experience in order to have experiences that are memorable enough to laugh about later.LLC 98.2

BALLS!

I used to sit alone in my room and have the most magnificent dreams come rolling through my head. Each dream would have at its core my backyard. In those days I had a backyard that was like a baseball stadium. Everyday in the summertime was like the World Series. I had, and still do, every plastic baseball helmet of every team of that era. I used aluminum bats and tennis balls. I swear I had them tennis balls all over across the alley and in the neighbors yards with their bad dogs and all. I used to have to dodge them dogs to get at least some of them balls back. Over time I learned how to put the ball in different places. I learned how to hit it on the ground to the hole in the right side. I learned to bang it in short right with a hell of a curve on it. I learned how to line it up the middle and stretch it into a double because the kid would always assume I just wanted one. This mentality stopped for me in high school; actually before high school. You see, that is when women ruined my life forever. I realized long ago that Robert Plant may have been right all along. Son of a Bitch man!

universal road

The world is a broken down wreck of a car sitting alone at the side of the universal road. It is plundered, used up, and foul smelling from the infantile remnants of a race gone bad with pitches, ploys, and meandering solicitations of small minded people out for a buck. There is a way out of this mess. There is a way to avoid the escalating violence of the mind created by the solitary few who truely believe they have a genius mentality about them when they are nothing more than creepy charlatans who take advantage of those who have given up the tidiness of research for the immediacy of self gratification. The reason information creates havoc is because there is too much of it. Over time the whole idea of knowing becomes secondary, forgettable. What remains is a one sided story that needs something to feed on. This feeding can be found in the very next program and so on and so on. Soon, and in time, reality takes on a whole new shape where the real self rarely makes an appearance on the big stage. That one true you/us becomes hidden and tucked away just like the world is now in the universe.

running ready

It is simple! You wake in the morning, you shower and shave; you don't need to pack, think or prepare because you did all that last night before bed, and you stretch it out man. Then, all you need is a soda or 3 and some smokes and you are off and running ready for the days activities. Any deviation from that format leads to the destruction of the day before it starts. If the phone rings, and it is your mother who is crying and in need of a sympathetic ear; what thoughts run through your mind? That's interesting. Wanna hear mine? OK, I visualize myself standing on a tall building and jumping off of it. It is very simple and clean. There is nothing dramatic about it. If the phone rings again and it is someone else who is in the mood to drag me down into the tall and muddy brush that is infested with mosquitos and tics, what would you do? That's is interesting as well. I actually like the idea of throwing myself in front of a Budweiser truck. Why is it that people use the phone to communicate fully the negative. I need that shit like I need a new pair of ski's. One should briefly touch over the negative unless of course it is indeed an emergency requiring immediate assistance or the little purple people will come and cook you breakfast in the middle of the street. So, the answer to the phone issue can be solved. After much deliberation I have decided to throw the fucking thing away. If someone wants to talk to me bad enough they can write a letter. Simplicity means never having to be dragged over rocks and cactus while having gasoline poored on the newly opened wounds.

same for sames sake, no..

Since when does being different represent obscurity? Is it not more obscure to fall in line with a way of doing things that statistically proves to be ineffective, crappy, and without real value? 74% of the population hate what they do for a living. Hating what you do for a living is a result of the stagnation people feel once they choose to become adult people and take on real responsibilities. It is not the responsibility that sucks, it is the lame choices made growing up that have the most effect on us now. Being different is made to seem bad because those who say mean things about different people, do so from the 74th percentile which makes them totally the same; and hating every minute of it. Ill take obscurity over sameness all day long in the city.

creations

Take the time and the tide and cruise through the dream, the real one that truely drives you way down deep inside, the one dream you try so hard to hide, and make that one thing, that one dream, the focal point of your perceptions in the everyday. Take that drive inside and see if it takes flight high above all others. See if even for a second if you could be one of the fortunate failures who choose to be amongst the birds and even higher like the falcon who falls heavy to his prey. Even the greatest of inventions started out as mocked new arrivals unfit and undesired in the soulless eyes of the more than one. Pay no attention to that as it is false and there to disrupt your process. Take the time to arrange and rearrange in your short time so valuable. Take the time to make each day a planned response to the passionate pursuit of your true desires at infinitum.

Expressions

I can see through the falseness where the recognizable is plain as day. Often we search for things in this way only to find them right before our eyes. We may be aware of the feelings we have and think of those feelings often when were alone. We may even find comfort in that all alone time in ways our imaginations are free to explore the possibilities. We may find comfort in that alone time and be satisfied. Often we find, once the goal has been achieved there is the immediate desire to expell oneself naked from the top of a buiding while singing Yankee Doodle Dandy with a pork sausage shoved up our asses.
You remember when you were a kid and you could say anything and have it be laughed off as youthful zeal? You knew what you were doing, and they knew what you meant, but you got away with it with a wink and a smile. Nowadays, now that were older, and have become better at bullshit, we sometimes forget that within our natural capacities we have an innate desire for happiness. It's a funny thing, we teach kids to not speak when we should encourage them to do so; we encourage kids to follow the rules when we know that the rules made Johnny a dull boy; so much so his own grandpa wouldn't speak with him. Now you have got to really fuckup for that to happen. If you have pissed off the top dog, you should probably consider that leap, the one mentioned above.
The falseness is mere fashion that can be expelled at any time. If the falseness becomes real, then that youthful zeal will die forever. It will go to a place from which it cannot be retrieved. There is many there so the alone-time will be short lived.