shit all over

Remember, if it's fluffy, it's probably stinky. These are the words that came from the mouth of the mountain man who had been in the wilderness for quite some time. I thought about that statement for a while and drew some parallels to those of us stranded in this, our social hell-hole. I came to reason that the old man was right in more ways than one. It is true that if one's hair is made to look like a hive for bee's, and there is enough make-up on the face to pass for a beginner in clown college, then it would be safe to say that every word coming from that person's mouth will have a hidden value attached that is often unseen and rarely revealed. In the sense of stinkiness, it could be argued that that person is a stinky and fluffy person because the words roll from a mouth on a face that has hair and make-up and shit all over the place. LLC

disease to please

It is our disease to please the one entity that matters most. It is our fault that we forget to please ourselves while were are busy trying to make everyone else's world groovy. We often try and visualize what their world is like and try to make it better somehow. During this process we forget about the number one rule. We forget that if we first do not know what is valuable to us; what pleases us; what makes us full inside, then everything after that point can only be partially pleasing no matter how big our smiles seem to be or how people take our nuanced glances that resemble a robot-like predictability that hides a deep sadness. This is when we run to the store and grab a large bottle of gin and some tonic water with 3 limes and just park it, alone, far away from anything real. 98.2