marked by sprinkles

I took a class a long time ago that emphasized a person should only write about what they know. To prove a point the instructor asked us to write one page about how we think we will be in 20 years and why. The instructor then remarked that the chances were very good that what we write on that page will be the polar opposite of what we will be in 20 years. She went on to say that there are great differences in ideals and realities.
The only thing I knew about reality was how my parents rarely spoke to one another unless they happened to be in the same place at the same time. Their schedules were very different and only when the occasional weekend trip was postponed did the folks actually have fun together. On these occasions they had the forsight to plan to have the neighbors over for some food and beverage. This was the fun time in our lives and to this day I have yet to see any family match the childhood I had and for that I am the luckiest man on the planet.
Today we have issues that are wide in scope and consequential now for the young people in the future. That is a hard pill to swallow and we all need to be consciously making an effort to unite in some capacity to assist one another in these times of crisis. The rederick is misleading and self serving to the select few. This is fine so long as the entire population is not completely off balance and searching at the same time.
There is a thin tether keeping us afloat as opposed to and firm yet comfortable wrap keeping our entire population developing and constantantly striving for the perpetuation and development of spirited debates over ideas about the issues that confront us as a people and us and individuals able to compete in a free market based in a diversity reflective of our current population. This is what America is all about and this is something we need not be reminded of. The memories of the fallen ones remind us of what it means to have the courage of conviction in the perpetuation of the very ideas I spoke of earlier. This is nothing new, we just need to apply it!
Write about what you know and what you believe I say. Write about everything in every way. Expect nothing and for that you will remain convinced that what you are writing about is meaningful and from that place, every now and again, passion leaks through and other people will get to see what you see and appreciate that. I enjoyed that class because we learned not to make adjustments. Take the mistakes and let them fly because if they were meant to become yours, the mistakes will always return dressed in different skivies. lol 98.2

virtual schisms and the non-productive force

The decline of humankind is extensive as we tour the virtual world in its infancy. Our decline began with the advent of the information super-highway, but as we see now that information can be suspect as anyone with a mouth can post anything they see fit and call it reality. I suppose this is a good thing because it allows us to see and hear different perspectives coming from different life forms that exist predominately on the inside. The highway allows us to be real in the virtual sense; more involved than we might otherwise be. But how involved can we be virtually?

fruit a fallen, inc

I would like to walk on a magnificent pathway leading to the ultimate height of human experience and existence. I would see the shorelines of golden waters reflecting all that is good in the human spirit. I would see reflections in gold of happy children playing and activity in good things all over as far as the eye could see. The smell of barbeque in the air so dense I would have to wave the smoke from my smiling face in order to catch the ball that will eventually find its way into my warm hands. No worries in that place. Nothing to shut me down and make me feel less than I am. In that place, there is only good thoughts; the thoughts that create fond memories we humans hold so dear to our hearts. My magnificent pathway has no desire, no pain, no guilt, and no sadness. It has only fruit that goes splat every time it falls from the tree.

multiplicity

Planetary forces that align against the spirit are indeed the spirits of disgruntled souls. They have places to go as the doors to the universe are wide open for them but because of their nature in stubbornness they prefer to be forever bitter for the sake of spreading it around to as many souls as possible while they still are bound by Earthly blood and body. The influences of the darker spirits are all over our social world. There is no categorization for them under any one religious context. This is beyond the scope of man and politics. It is something carried from one generation to the next through various forms of text both in silence and in rage, rumor and inuendo. This is the formulation of self through years of socialization in the cycle, the human cycle, the one that includes the unhappy souls that walk among us all and influence us in a multitude of ways. 98.2

film clips

Entitled for more entitled for less, we charge forth in times of duress. We bypass suspicion to mask the flavor of discontent by favoring a more off hands approach to things. It is in this way we regress to stay the same and alter not our life chances. We look to progress yet we fascinate ourselves in snappy justifications. We yield to the exterior while keeping tight the lid on ourselves.
Nobody can see the real me as sometimes he has nowhere to be, not even on the inside can you see. Are you like me? I sometimes search to feel. Are you like me? I sometimes search to sleep. Are you like me? I sometimes fail in my endeavors. Are you like me? I like to wear leather. Are you like me? 98.2

knob

The Sea Anemone is one deadly herb in the ocean. Creatures that come into contact with one usually begin to feel extreme displeasure. There is one fish however that is a friend to the herb and he is known as the Clown Fish. This fish can swim freely among the various tentacles with no problems because the Clown Fish keeps those tentacles clean. If I was a Clown Fish I would find a way to sell the Anemonie after I bread her and sold her babies. I will never be a tentacle polisher. But hey, if I was a fish, how would I know any different?

We gradually flow from one idea to the next wondering when the next bolt will come. There is no doubt it will come, but usually it comes at inopportune times that require some effort to organize. Usually, the time required is a matter of seconds when the initial shock arrives depending on the severity or importance of the message. The times when it comes running like an open faucet is altogether confusing and sometimes difficult to decifer but still the messages are clear enough for me to remember the original meaning. Without meaning the shock loses its relationship to that which is real making the rest of the process pure conjecture based in hope.
Sometimes there is no flow, just an empty space in decline of new thought patterns. This is when the darkness comes. The dark bolts are fun to ride for two reasons: They give me the chance to see the truth in people while being able to measure how far away they are from their personal truth. Nowadays, we have greater and greater distances between what is true and good for us and that which is a lie and false for us. The dark places are easy to get caught up in and sometimes leaving is very hard to do. We become comfortable with being uncomfortable and justifications inevitable ensue.
The flow of ideas come at different times but they all have meaning and they all are directly involved with something, some void, some passionless pit inside that needs correcting. Once corrected, the flood-gates open wide and then the positive flow commences. From a positive place, the vortex becomes colorful and full of delights.