truth

Love is an adventure in spirit, a trial of souls together, in the eyes of God and man. LLc 98.2

purpose not, ever buy

Listen to everything around you at all times. Stop talking and pay attention to the robotic dance the ambiance affords us. Buy some new shoes that are designed for walking and made by some kid in China. Feel good about the way things are and listen to the opinions of the people on TV. Begin to feel less than good about the world so the fear can embed within you; so you can spread that fear to those you care about. Become fragmented and learn the art of placation for appearances sake. Don't rock the boat or you may lose your standing in the eyes of the people you think you need to keep pace with. Forget about your dreams and aspirations; you are not worthy of those things. Join the big club where the dance is free to all those who want to never become a part of their purpose. LLc 98.2

the elm's themselves

One should never be content and comfortable. Hell, if that's the goal, then once achieved, what the fuck do you do? What good are you? You struggle and struggle to jump into the debt pool and from then on life becomes one episode of bad television programming after another with lousy ads inbetween. All the extra crap we buy don't mean piddly poop; is decoration for the unsturdy sapling that was once the elm. There are far too many little trees lining the streets and far too many unhappy people in their contentments. Their shovels are worn to the wood created from the elm's themselves. LLc 98.2

unknown encounter

There is delight to be found in the unknown encounter. There is a child-like spirit that gets resurrected during the process. In time it can become habit forming. This behavior is classified as this and that by people who have been infused with the particulate matter of reciprocity and showmanship. These people stand high atop the know nothing as they are no less human. It is and isn't their fault. They are just people who never lived and have been sucked in by the fear they see and believe. For these people there will be a day when they wish they acted in a different more sophisticated way. One in which pays attention to what is rather that the way it oughta be through the lens of Christianity. mysterious and tasty is what life is, never what it should be. LLc 98.2

cattle in soupy space

Tell you what. What? Go have one simple conversation with a sociologist and listen to him/her ask you the all important question, WHY? Now what the hell would I want to do that for, you blithering idiot? Because, that's why you pungent slacker you! No. Yes. No, it ain't gonna happen. Do it! Fuck you! Ok, ok, settle down you incredible stain.
There's one now, go talk to her and ask her some questions about people. Ask her why people do the things they do. NO. Yes, stop arguing with me. Just see if she is busy and fling her a curve ball that will throw her swing off for the remainder of her day. Just get her to think about something. That's what they do you know, they think about shit. Don't you have any questions for someone in her shoes? As a matter of fact I do. Really? How impressive. What are you going to ask her?
I will ask her, "Is it necessary for a man to relinquish his ability to dream and prosper in exchange for creature comforts that look better than they feel while working in a job that sucks time away from that dream; making it more difficult for that dream to come to fruition for the sake of keeping the bills paid; feeling lost and mortified about the future while finding no real joy with television and all her bullshit?" Hmm, that's a good question. Then, ask her how much time she spends in front of the tube. Then ask her why she spends so much time watching the tube and see how she fucking likes it! Why do we watch? because we are trained to be voyeurs, socially. Why? Because we all neeeeeeed so much. Why? Because we are told we need and we believe. Why? Because we are cattle in soupy space-and were stupid. LLc 98.2

question

What turns the arms of your clock? LLc 98.2

the opening in the sky

I picked the longest song and let it take me along the golden highway of dreams. There was no plan to follow, no plan to have to swallow. No mood that needed to be corrected, no filter that needed to be injected. It was just me and the universe and the ride was significant enough for me to see the opening in the sky. What I saw was striking and unclear as it should be.
There can be nothing worse than having a map layed out for me to follow. At the same time not acting on the favored plain cannot be used as an excuse to scatter and fold from within. Those within times are reserved for instances nobody can tell or dwell about. Following a plan for me is absolutely useless. My plan is to maintain a considerable portion of time devoted to the saturation of silence as I continue listening to that song that takes me home; where little spectors roam singing their songs in somber, soft tones. LLc 98.2