unseen beauty

It is fine to be critical to the unrefined and usually denied soul. Therein lies the dichotomous nature of man and his possessions. There is unity in the denial of another in the social context and there is a self benefit that comes from feeling better than another.
Growth they say comes from mileage gathered along the great highways and by-ways that bind and grind the kite flyer's and dreamers. The blood soaked trails leading off the roads is where the stories are lived and told. It is there we all become the same in our similarities bypassing our differences if even for a moment. What the exterior provides is but one aspect of a man. What precedes him can never been seen by the critic. What precedes him may even be beautiful to the youngest and nastiest cynic. LLc 98.2

Nothing forced is of issue, only concern to be remedied in less than a single page of well placed words. Sometimes something sought is valued less than at one point and even less at another. But in time the value of something will always be the same to the one who see's value in it. We crave this not because it is forced upon us; we crave this because we have no choices in the matter.
The flow that binds man to this field is always hungry and always recognizable to the eyes of the most common of man; often overlooked by the outside people forced into the rickity-rackets of divide and cerebral stagnation mixed in with the chunky heartiness of a quality meat sauce. LLc 98.2

Little Pooch Fiddlestix

Little Pooch Fiddle Stix
This is a story about a little dog named Little Pooch Fiddle Stix. He was injured in a car accident and had only three legs, but he got around fine and had lots of friends. One of his friends was named Jamie. He was 8 and liked to play basketball. Little Pooch would often watch from the sideline as Jamie jumped real high and bounced the ball real fast. It made little Pooch happy to see Jamie Play. One day jamie missed the ball and it rolled toward Little Pooch. Little Pooch stopped it with his nose and rolled it back to Jamie. The ball rolled right to Jamie's feet. Jamie looked over to Little Pooch and smiled. What a wondeful day for Jamie and Little Pooch. They became best friends and started hanging out together. It was the beginning of Summer and the weather was going to be great for outdoor play. LLc 98.2