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.