lit

I once knew an individual named X. This person was by far the coolest of cool. In the morning the person would wake to the tree of love posted where the sun strikes it just right. Little berries of green would be picked for the morning process of fluxuation and adjustmant for the new day cometh that is to be filled with endless golf, burgers, fries, hotdog's, the occasional nap, and good friends all playing well. Then home for a nap the individual would go. Sometimes we would all go over and enjoy the preponderance of education made available right there in those cereal bowls. Other times, we would not and every exchange was memorable. Wherever she is now I am certain she has a large group of friends who love her so. My goodness, isn't the world just filled with wonderul, gentle, and caring people?

smoke, mud and smiles

No sleep makes one shakey and cry on the inside. I have this friend who, in general conversation with ANYBODY, can manage to give them a descriptive truth about where they came from, why they do what they do, and most importantly, the inner turmoils they have and have been carying along with them for most of their lives. It is truely something to behold. He is the kind of guy who lays it out for you in a way most of us cannot process without some pondering. The anger has to be let out on someone or something before any newness can even be inspected. Or it can be buries with all the other truths we only bring up in times that seem appropriate. Then again, what the fuck is being appropriate? lol

fast times have fled

It begins relatively slowly but one knows when its coming. I starts like a rounding imaginary tide that surrounds you. You feel its influence as it slowly snakes you in with all the thoughts that have just gotten, well, too much to bare. The one solution is obvious and usual for some people. You just grab that drink and calm down; kicking one thought after another from your tide. But the tide remains powerful and sometimes even stronger after the first day of drinking. The second day must now begin, usually at six am at the nearest grocery store with a standard 30 pack of beer. It is dark, people are just waking up, and truely nobody cares anyway. So you go back home and try and relax with that first beer foaming over your hand as it flows down the face. This begins the stinking process.
By day three you have graduated to thinking about what you will do tomorrow with your drunken ass. You can't drive or operate machinery because you now smell like sweat, dirt, and liquor. The only thing you can do is have a relatively sober friend who does not mind hanging out with your drunk ass as you beging the fifth day drive you to the store.
Remember, all this with little water and hardly any food. Oh quit- there are many young men and women who have starved themselves for months. There are many men and woman who rationalize their drinking patterns. There are just some of us that who, in the beginning storm, choose to hide away in a sea of gold and silver. The come down is the hardest you know. The come up is even harder at times.
It does begin slowly for some of us, especially when the fast times have fled and the water receeds, that one gets to explore the opposite of participation; the opposite of motivation; the opposite of fun in general, to be replaced by major movie watching, sleeping, shopping, eating, or anything that can be seen as a viable substitue for the tide pools that sucked you and all your thoughts into a world of consumption and shit. Balance, I laugh at it! LLc 98.2

wild

I am going to show you my strengths and weaknesses. I am going to involve you in everything about me. I in turn promise to do exactly and precisely the same as I desire you in your way. I want to remain silent in time, but at the same time I want to have some say in things. This of course would be up for your consideration because I value your opinion; often times more so than my own. 98.2 LLc

resemblance of reason

Welcome my friend to the new reality. Welcome to the suspicious nature of the progression of man; at his own detriment. Welcome to the combined efforts of those who came before us. Welcome to your new machine. Never satisfied you will be, always striving, hoping to achieve. Make no mistake, beyond the glimpses they bestow upon you, there is a resemblance of reasonibility. There is a spark of consciousness that does not separate but combine. This is the spark we need enjoy. LLc 98.2

missing

What if we could somehow take control and recognize the happiness signs. Too often we miss these little diddies on our way to self deprication. We miss the idea that our place here is a temporary one; one that means a great deal. Because of our humanness we miss being human sometimes. LLc 98.2

surf

I heard a song today. It reminded me of the passing fancy we have for the unknown. Those who say they know are liars, but they claim to know all the same. There can be no greater abundance of lies than in those notes. Those who claim have no idea; greater so than those who claim otherwise. To be in it you must be out of it. There are no other ways truthfully. LLc 98.2