Thursday, July 23, 2009

average man

I know your secrets. I know how you think and feel inside. I know how you hate yourself and wish sometimes you were a completely different person altogether. I know you hate your circumstances. I know the books you read, the ones that take you away to that warm and dark place of comfort and tranquility. I know there you are in complete control. I know your dreams and what you dream about. I know what turns you on and what turns you out. You are a trick like me no different than the average man living beneath his capability. LLc 98.2

mom dear mom

Everything is so complicated....
I got up this morning and it was complicated. I did not sleep last night and it was complicated.. wait.. switch that. I walked into the bathroom and it was complicated. There was no soap because the soap was downstairs in the cupboard and it was complicated. I slipped on the stairs and it was complicated. I twisted my foot and it was complicated. The phone rang and it was my mother and she made me want to kill myself and it was complicated. She needs something I cannot provide and it was complicated. The phone died as I was talking to her and it was complicated. I charged the phone, it took forever and it was complicated. I called her back and it was complicated. She laughed and it was complicated. I asked, "why are you laughing?" she said, "because everything is so complicated. LLc 98.2

fast and furious

Mass produced fast food is and has been killing Americans slowly thus opening the door to the use of new medications by the masses; a practice far removed from the use of natural ingredients found on and in the Earth (Bible). Some medications may contain natural ingredients, but the sheer amount of medications available these days shows clearly what matters most, speed and money. LLc 98.2

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

no feel, none

I don't feel it sometimes. When I try and force it out of sheer know how, things get out of sorts and difficult to understand. Sometimes I don't feel like playing the game either inside or out. When this occurs I simply disengage myself from everything and enclose myself inside this dungeon that has been my friend for so very long. Inside that dark and cool place there is comfort for me. Inside that dark place I am the master of nothing and that feels just great. I don't feel it sometimes not because I seek something, I don't feel it sometimes because it is not in the cards I was dealt, so fighting it is a lost cause and a tremendous waist of my time. LLc 98.2

Saturday, July 18, 2009

bags

Touchy some people are. But this touchiness is in response to something much deeper, for good or for bad. Maintaining and automatically switching on this defensive touchiness over time becomes habit forming and puts bags under our eyes requiring even more excuses in our justification shoulder harnesses. LLc 98.2

feel and see

Socialization makes us who we are. Sure there are genetic influences that, like the social world, can never be explained in general terms; or scientific terms for that matter. But besides these facts, we are nothing more than mere temporary housings on a really big circle among many many miles of unexplained space and time. It is my belief that here on this planet there are ways of being; ways of thinking, and ways of perceiving the world that can actually open up the windows to certain unexplained activities by certain entities we know nothing about. A little exploration into the true nature of the past and man should, for some, unlock those windows so that they can feel instead of just see these things they see. LLc 98.2

Thursday, July 16, 2009

thorny

If an adult limits a child whether it be through silence or loudness or violence or being critical, then it is the adult who is hurting. This hurt and pain gets transferred onto and into the child, taking up valuable space inside where growth once took place only to be replaced with anger and frustration. These seeds grow into tall and lanky plants; short and stubby ones, that require far too much attention with hardly any water. This is where tha cacti grow thorny in the sand. LLc 98.2