that sadness, that negativity.

Remember when you were a kid and you viewed the world as a complete waist of time filled with older people who were bitter and stupid? Remember when you looked at your entire community and saw tarnished innocence corrupted not by themselves but by the order of things; the heirarchy of political power within the larger frame? Imagine for one moment yourself "growing up" to that place, accepting that place; the very same place you once loathed but now make excuses for as you climb the heirarchal ranks of social order and credit. Are you in it? Do you like your grown up spot? How does it feel really to have abandoned your dreams while making excuses to the number one most important thing in your life, YOU! Never shit on people who have not abandoned their dreams like you have, if you have. The past is gone and there are no excuses for that sadness, that negativity. 98.2

lifeness

In my time of discontent I see sadness in the human rhelm beyond the dress, beyond the duress, past the smiles, cries, tears and fears. I see a mechanical spiritedness merged with a flooding of standards inequitable for the most part by those who live by the lie. This merging of emptiness with the remnants of past lies and torturous sublime order makes us all empty so we may sustain the lie they weave and we perceive.
We dress for duress and our training requires that. The cries with lies on the inside and out wait for our oldness and pain to appear as it did with all those before so us, like them, can reflect on all our missed opportunities while the devil laughs directly at us. But hey, we don't believe in anything anyway and that is representative of our mechanistic ways and sound measures of contriolled discontent. 98.2

lost in the temporary.

An emotional investment is the least favorable way to enter and proceed with any relationship these days because of the unbelievable availability of options that come in multiple forms all dressed with multi-colored sprinkles made to order symbolically reserving the right to be in a tremendous state of stagnation and missed opportunity while rolling down the unending avenue of predictable stormy weather. 98.2