a one thing

We often hear people talk about children and people and their value in society. We hear these things and let it go as part of some inclination of speech; some ready made answer that looks and feels good when it's said. This is a shared value that has no real value, but it feels good to say and it looks good as well. Often times people say these things and spur a desire in others to help someone in need. Sometimes people make sacrifices for other people by doing one thing. Just think if we could all take the time to do a "one thing".
It is karma to do things for other people. There need not be a financial link. Sometimes a few words of encouragement is all it takes to make the day of another person just a little bit better. From cultivated roots come blooming flowers of brightness that bring smiles to the faces of all people. From concerned care comes light even on the darkest nights. When it comes to children, who often have to grow up too fast, they just need an ear to hear their fears; someone to let them know they are not alone. Children need to know their ideas and dreams have just as much value as those who have the opportunities to be heard. From a positive place of encouragement must come the type of human reinforcement that is necessary for a young person to flourish. From that place comes a unified effort mixed with responsibility and caring that brings forth real justice; the kind that knows no boundaries.

procedure

Procedure steals away creativity and forward motion. Procedure is put in place by people who want to hold their positions through various methods of hiding on paper the inside truth. Procedure holds up the natural inclination of a society and its people to grow even in times of crisis. Once you get locked in to procedure, you can forget about the child inside who once relied on procedure as a means of keeping the folks off your back but would break at any chance to defy that procedure with a plethora of excuses at the ready. Once you lose the desire to break free from the bonds of procedure, you enter the realm of the adult, the sublime and the predictable. From that place you will naturally become bitter, closed off, anxious and frustrated at the notion of having to live out the remainder of your life doing things that are irritating to you. Procedure has its place and it is valuable, but if it permeates your every moment, then how can anything at all be enjoyed? Only interesting things happen in the unexpected consequences of an action. What is unforseen is most desirable in its effects. LLC

one good thing

There can be no shame in the failure of a man who fails in his quest for the ultimate point of contact; the ultimate representation of humanness and compassion, and his desire to seek not the end of the course but the beginning of a spacial divide between what once was and what can possibly be. This transformation however must occur as not a representation of reality; an acting gig, but a stance on one good thing that brings all the necessary liquids to the fire only to be used when the desire becomes too much to bear. He who fails in this type of persuit is more so a winner than the ones who prefer to age without reason and persist without cause. They make you scared of trying because that fear is what they all have in common. To break away from such a consistent pattern would simply look bad in the eyes of the others who lead by design and follow without question. They took their creative and passionate sides and put them away in a box somewhere long ago. Get rid of the box and you will have no place to put your dreams but in your future. I will fail at that effort, everyday! LLC

bear, blanket and Bible

It just didn't feel right. She seemed funny to me, as if she were hiding a deeper more complex self; one that might have been, or may be still, worth further investigation. So I put her in the files and continue on forward. Not a month later we cross paths again and still I felt like there was something else about this person that was not quite right. I fear she had a secret. I fear that if I find out what that secret is, it would not be such a good thing. I think to myself upon her walking towards me,"You know large guy, if the world were covered in wax, where would the candles go?" She told me she was moving to Texas with her new love. She seemed excited about the move. I know she has a shoe fetish, and the shoes she was wearing were fresh off the factory floor damp with the sweat of young people's brows. She told me about her fresh catch and how much money he makes. I almost puked! This is a woman who talks one minte about the beauty of Jesus and on the way home from church she hits the honey bear pipe followed by a some Seagrams 7 while driving to her next appointment where she will be having champagne with brunch to be followed closely thereafter by drinks and chinese for lunch then finally home to her bear, blanket and Bible. Sweet dreams my dear.

good from stinky

I was playing golf the other day. It was a cool day but I managed to maintain a more than regular amount of sweatiness and overall swampiness that made me feel extraordinarily uncomfortable. On hole 2 for instance, as I bent over to pick the ball out of the hole; a birdie by the way, I caught a whiff of my swampy ass and almost passed out myself. Now I had to make a decision. Hole 3 is sort of close to the john. But if I left after making a good birdie it might disrupt any kind of momentum that could be on the verge of exploding. Was it worth it? You bet it was. I hauled ass to the john where there was no toilet paper. Now I am just pissed! So I pull up and walk calmly in the dining area to grab a few napkins. I walk back and both stalls are taken. Little do these assholes know they will be using their hands. I wait patiently for the self realized bad news. Their discontent was obvious as their interpretations of the English language showed no barriers. Well, I started laughing my ass off out in the hall just outside the tiny bathroom and proceeded to shit my shorts a little. You know, just a little dab l do ya type of thing. Laughing still while holding back the oncoming barrage, I walk slowly to number ten tee waiting for these two jokers to leave for the diner. They come out and I go in quickly to clean myself up. My cell rings and the bastards I am playing with are on 3 green. I quickly hop in the cart and head for the tee. I get there and realize I forgot my glove on the counter in the diner. I head back for it and the phone rings again. They just finished 3 and were on 4 tee. I told them what I was doing and asked them to chill out. Well, they told me to go screw myself. I grab a pepsi, a Grandma's cookie, my glove, and I head for 3 tee. I rip one down the middle and birdied the hole. I caught them in 4 fairway. They each made 5 on the par 5. I made a 4. The moral is that even in the poopiest of pants; even when times are particularly stinky and unfresh, there can be justice and harmony.

mine and ours

My deep and dark follower shows me things about people and their hiding places. He shows me where the keys are. For him it is a matter of words alone. Winding the clock of another is his way of showing affection. He teaches others different things; things about particular likes and dislikes in other people. How does he do this? How does he show them how this is done? He uses the very same thing on them as he does the rest of us. He uses television. Through television even the youngest child can learn the art of manipulation. Over time that child can position him or her self in the highest faculty or the lowest capacity and still find ways to manipulate something to their advantage.
My deep dark follower does not only follow me, he pervades every sense man can have and he will use any means necessary to finalize his dream. Manipulation is an art form that requires not a good deal of common sense or rationality. The only requirement is the abandonment of hope and a complete disregard for what truely brings you happiness. These days it is a rare one who knows that which brings them joy and actually gets to experience that joy on a daily basis. If you find a chance to be around someone who does this, watch them, listen to what they have to say. See if it applies to your everyday. 98.2 LLC

screwed

There are times when reflection gets the better of us. There are times when we think too much and get it our own way. We repeat the same theme throughout our minds making it difficult to focus on any one task. Even if we do some task really well, there are times when we cannot enjoy the delightful rewards. Maybe it is intentional and habitual to not enjoy. Maybe there is some cheap thrill attached to sadness and despair. If that is the case, then we got screwed; or I did at least.