Tuesday, September 8, 2009
money
I guess when it comes down to it, we are all screwed. No matter how good or bad it gets in our lives; no matter how rich or poor we are or become; no matter if the flames in our relationships are still burning brightly or not, in the end game, and during the end times in all our lives, we will be placed out to pasture only to reflect on all the fucking cash we waisted buying unnecessary shit in the hope and belief that we look good in the eyes of other people. As we age out of society's wreckless abandon, still we will be driven by the almighty number one and two head honcho's in charge, money and credit. LLc 98.2
grind
There is a correlation between what we see everyday and our belief systems that are ever changing, hopefully. Stagnation stains the fabric of an authentic society. We require movement now, and this movement must have new pathways to travel. Removing obstructions, politically or otherwise, requires stamina and the ability to take criticism well. This is nothing new as the established order likes things the way they are while those without MONEY simply take it and move on. If strength is what this country is looking for, it can be found in places other than Harvard and Princeton. No sponsorship is needed for inspiration and no social order can stop the free flow of ideas that eventually make it through the grinder. LLc 98.2
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