the beauty of clouds

the beauty of clouds
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The beauty of the clouds, the congregation of the mist propels us to no end to the idea that there is something above us and it is beautiful. Representations, the clouds give us a clue into the other world. As mere windows, the clouds serve a sort of somber reminder that it is not us who has any answers. The answers will never come and all we need to really do is enjoy the view.

hesitation

Hesitation provides thought and recourse, both of which hinder the movements that progressive thought requires. Those who hesitate have been doing so since they were young and will never be able to stop. Knowing this they make up for their shortcomings by evaluating the thoughts and processes of others making comparisons along the way on both a conscious and sub-conscious level. It is hesitation that brings discontent before the discontent is allowed to happen. This self-fulfilling prophecy is a dire one especially if the individual is aware of it more than the individual knows. It is in this way the individual can act with full justification on all occasion. This is juvenile 5th grade stuff that drives its way into adulthood and even into the next life. Because of valuable missed steps along the teenage and young adulthood route that will be missed later in life during important life choices that should never be taken from anyone, but perpetuated through the use of friendship, humor, trust, and companionship, the individuals who travel this path will always do so through hesitation. The choices they make will always be done without adult oriented conscious thought and always with them first in line to be served.

happy time

Have you ever wondered why we think one thing while doing another? Has anyone ever noticed how easy it is to see someone who is in another place completely? They are so self involved, so motivated to see new worlds, they always forget the basic fundamentals to happiness somewhere in the middle. They move so much they are unable to co-exist with anyone but themselves and those like them. The reason these folks achieve is because they have forgotten how to feel. Feelings in their eyes are for the weak. People with feelings are easily manipulated and basically predictable.
Then there is the fun group who see the value in people and know the value of laughter. These are the ones I like because they always have time for people. They have a tendency to want to be a friend but never for any other reason other than to simply be there for the unexpected phone call or anything that might come up. They believe friends have no expectations of friends and they value honesty in people. They are fun people but never without flaws; they just try not to use their personal demons as a way out of being a human being.
Finally we have the bastards. These are the people without conscience and who believe the world owes them one. That is all the ammunition they need to justify the fact that they are bastards who live for themselves and do not care about anything else. They are like snot on new fabric and have the same mentality as an attorney who is successful. They are lower than turtle shit.
Try and fall into the fun group if you can. They don't judge and they laugh alot. They understand that they have no control and they never wanted it in the first place. Status, that is for those who want parks named after them as their grandchildren ruin the family name and piss through the family fortune as you rot in the icy Earth. 98.2

blankets

There is mold on the windowsill and the wind outside has strengthened. The musty odor permeates the air like a woolen blanket keeps us safe when the electricity goes out. This is the room where devils dwell. From here they gather in pairs to shell out fear in the world. They dream up stories to influence the masses. They want you to buy into the dream. This is what they sell and for them it is all there is. You see these are the lost souls who delivered themselves to the passions of humanity willingly. They are the ones who keep secrets and abstained from all responsibility. Their namelessness is required because the men and women who once occupied this world are manifested in these groups and they share no information; they are solitary and alone forever and ever. They require those like them to exist free from remorse and responsibility while serving their own vanity. These days there are many soulless among us and they look just like you do. Feel not sadness for them, they don't even know who they are. The only thing these people know is how to be desperately enthusiastic about nothing in particular followed by deep deep downlike thoughts of uselessness and shame surrounded by an emptiness large enough to, well, use your imagination. 98.2

pistons and lubrication

Planting the seed of discontent, miles away from the hearts desire, makes unnecessary traffic. The lights become too bright and the stops too quick. The pace is frantic and rarely is there time to stop and be silent. We strategize and conceptualize our frames and act them out hoping to get the desired end. With only the end in mind, one bypasses key steps in the learning process. Later in life, these steps will be missed as they are the ones that preclude sentimentality. Having an idea about how others may feel is but one step in the design of the proper human machine.

cut me too darn quik

At last the sight, the sound, the magnificence of the whole thing, brought me down to the very foundation I have stood upon for decades. I saw the man for not who he was; he could not help that; he was a product of trying times in trying conditions different than they are now. That behind it all, behind the idle cons and word games, he was actually a gentle and caring soul whose number one concern was for those he loved. But his version of love included a hateful spirit decorated in smiles and lies and at times he was so good his mother could not recognize him on the phone or in person. He had a flaw in that he was always searching for that which he could never have. It was this frantic search that eventually made him wash away in silence only to reappear in anonymity and grace-which is where it all began with all the sights and sounds and the magnificence and all that other crap! lol

Originally uploaded by Andreas Reinhold

The passing and the beginning, the past and the future. These things merge and then change occurs. Hopefully, that change is prompted by the affection and passion deserving of such things for it is through neverending passion that people come out on the back end smiling. Essentially, passion driven people flame on and off and they generally piss people off. If passion is what you seek, you can't find it. It cannot be served and it cannot be bought into. Passionless people know their plight and for that reason they can never share in passionate things. Their satisfaction comes in short bursts surrounded by void.