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My favorite cell phone tower is the one near the bank my relative gets screwed at twice a month, minimum. It is pretty and green and it is high a-top a bent palm tree. There are holes all around the stalk where cameras lurk; recording everything all day and night. The one near my place of mishandling and misrepresentation is silver and hard to notice. It takes a keen eye to see it. I really like the way they seem to blend. I feel good about them. They make everything better.

sound stealers we be

We will not always have each other. We will not always have comfort on grey street. Moves will have to be made and the hand way up high will have to intervene. WE will have to become more enlightened as to the needs of other people if we are to not completely screw the entire package all up before Christmas. That means a second revolution will take place and it will be a nasty one where far too many people will rise up in their separate quarters, keeping divisions strong and passions heavy. In the middle of it all will be muddled communication and panic. The false ones will be at the forefront while the ones who see will be low to the ground with their head to the wall trying to steal sound from the air like everyone else. LLc 98.2

out inside

Multi-media has diversified the human population. This multiplicity has, as with all things, its pro-s and con-s. Like all human realities in flux (hopefully), there are specific nuances that go with specific people that draw the emotional spirit out inside other's. The changes that occur hit deep within the wishing well and affect everything else after. This is shocking, this is truth, this is ultimate reality.
Multi-media changes us all into something we would rather be. We learn to be critical of things we believe other's cannot see. We place ourselves up upon the stump at the empty park free to see the people the way they ought to be. We love the dreams the actors provide, but what is not seen is the realities they hide. Multi-media is making us crash into ourselves, and we are doing it like willing rats in the maze. LLc 98.2

merge and blend

So much time we waist thinking about things we could have done differently. I for one can think of the same thing over and over again to the point where my stomach tightens and my thoughts run far away from me. I can become completely separated from my everything and nothing simultaneously. Like a zombie that smiles on occasion, I blend. Nobody knows I have not slept in eight days. Maybe this is because they too are in some sort of daze.
In general we have two formats to our existence. We have the one where we deal with the everyday occurances of life in a responsive type way and we also have the one where we simply become a part of the social world by blending in and smiling; not too much. Neither one says anything about who we are or what we believe in. Think about things slowly because everything moves too quickly to think about how we could have done things differently. LLc 98.2

tbc

This place is one big mantle piece; a pair of rustic and unauthentic entertainment book ends with such grand crap spread all over that we cannot distinguish one pile from the other. Yet we all jump right in for our long and daily swim through the muckity muck and excess junk. tbc LLc 98.2

peppermint sticks and snow cones

There was a miracle this morning and I was a part of it. The forces that showed themselves plainly allowed me to only for a second see the possibilities. I sat on the couch and removed my hat. Without thinking I tossed it with a twirl towards the hat rack thinking it would somehow catch just right and hang itself. The miracle happened. Not only did the hat catch the rack, it caught the one part of the rack I was looking at. Not one second later, the hat adjusted itself just as I would have had I placed it there with my own hand. It was a perfect miracle and it happened without me putting in any effort. It was done as if it had been done a thousand times before in exactly the same way. I suspect that if I were to go back in time and try that again the results would be quite different; maybe not, who is to say? Anyway, the miracle was real. It happened gracefully and without thought and it made me smile. To me, that's a pretty cool way to open up the day. How many miracles will you be a part of today? LLc 98.2

There are many who take and don't know how to balance that out by giving. Once someone gets in the habit of taking, any consideration for payback on their part is rare. It can become addictive. Because those who do nothing but take live an off balanced life, they can act as a sort of black hole that sucks everything in while kicking out nothing. Intentions may be good, but their stories rarely match from day to day; week to week as the struggle to maintain their taking mentality during the daily grind continues unabated. If they only knew what lies ahead of them. The natural world has a way of balancing these kind of people out. The universal rule is whatever you dish out, and it comes only from a selfish place, you can expect a minimum of ten times coming back to you. But the difference is that getting back ten times takes even more time and it comes from a wider group of people to include strangers, animals, and anything else that can have an effect on those who take. Over time these takers will require more and more as future circumstances will become like a juggling act with many dropped balls and unhappy children looking on in sadness and despair. LLc 98.2