no empiricism

Must we have empirical evidence to better understand human beings? I mean really, how in the Hell can this happen when there are so many variables and circumstances to consider? For example, let's say you want to measure the frequency with which your sons and daughters think about video games when they are not playing them. Let's say the choices in the survey are: a. 0-1 hours per day; b. 1-2 hours per day... and so on. We must first consider how many hours a day they actually play, what type of games they play more than others and why; and the list just keeps going on and on. Statistics are vital in understanding people patterns but they miss on so many other points.
The sun shines all around us and it comes from the inside of many spirits. These things cannot be empirically measured. LLc 98.2

890

There was wind today. It blew hard from left to right, then right to left. The dust was flying all over the place covering the valley floor like a fleece blanket. It reminded me of that big storm way back in the day. Living in this area has never been easy. It's not just the air and occasional wind storm that makes it hard, it is the people who live here who are constantly being reminded of how bad things were back when they were young. The economic crisis of today is nothing compared to how it was back in the day.
There was wind today and it reminded me of yesterday; not far back, but far enough back for me to say that living in this place is like living in a litter box with fine grain sand that mixes with splatting poop speckles that fly all around and inside us and the places we live at. There was wind today, and it really sucked!

delight bubble

I used to think that all the good songs and good stories have already been written. I used to think that way until I realized that there will always be a human element in every story. Were it not for the human element not bound by fancy in each and every story, there would be nothing in that story to relate our lives too. Every story brings out hate, love, or some other emotion in all of us.
Stories we read and movies we see bring ideas for us to live by. Through these two mediums we actually live our lives. What we read about and what we see each day plays a vital role in our self concept, our self esteem, and our self worth. Given these facts, where do we go from here? Where do we go when we lose sight of our inner light? Without us knowing it, media is taking away our life forces.
Sitting down and thinking about how one character reacts to another character makes us aware of absolutely nothing. The outside world is filled with real character, real actors, and real people all with their own particular story to tell. Me, i'm just a listener. My story is being written now just as your story is being written. Time is better spent in the persuit of real dreams that hold real water. It is not good enough to simply dream separately. It is good enough to follow your instincts and shoot for the stars; even when the other people tell you how nuts you are. They do that because they want to do it too but are far too content in their media bubble of delight.
LLc 98.2

son of a bitch!

This is to the one who likes to peak but never feel truly comfortable enough to jump outside her box. You have something people have been trying to put their finger on for as long as mankind has been unfortunate enough to fall for someone upon first making eye contact with them. I should say we have something that is both glorious and sad at the same time. You have one who is not, I have none, and if we do not quit denying this it will eat us both up until we are old and grey. We will be constantly sick and always searching for ways away from one another; like that will help or something. I want your mouth pressed firmly against mine. I want to suck on you, lick you, kiss you, and just tear you apart for three days and nights until we both require hospitalization from lack of fluids. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen or ever will see and I don't care how fucking smart you are. You are in my mind constantly as everything is in a shambles inside my head without you. As if life were not complicated enough as it is, right? LLc 98.2

fuzzy little tummy

I want to lie in bed and blow on your fuzzy little tummy. I want to softly kiss the back of your neck as I hold gently but firmly your waist. I want to send chills down and up your spinal column and I want you to feel relaxed at all times.
If you have a bad day, I want you to come over to me and tell me about it so we can work it out together as a cohesive unit. If someone has created difficulty in your day, just let me know who he is and I will make sure he gets flowers sent to his work with a nice note attached that reads, "hi there, please don't make the woman I love sad anymore, OK. Thank you" LLc 98.2. That way we can calmly resolve the issue.
Maybe I'll put him on my mother's Christmas list so she can send him some fucking cake! Or, maybe I can go clean the man's fucking pool if he has one. Or, how about this, how about you stop with the bullshit and go with your gut instincts because those are the little fuckers that haunt THE MOST in time. Remember that YOUR GUT INSTINCTS ARE THE ONES THAT HURT THE MOST IN TIME IF THEY ARE NOT FOLLOWED WITH TENACITY. IF THEY ARE NOT GIVEN ALL THEIR DUE, THEN ALL THAT COMES AFTER IS A SHOW; A MUDDLED STEW OF SORTS MIXED IN WITH THE THOUGHTS AND EMOTIONS OF ALL THOSE WHO CAME BEFORE US. IN THAT STEW IS ALL THAT IS ROTTEN WITH HUMANITY; THE VERY SAME SHIT WE SEE ON TV EVERYDAY. IN THAT STEW ARE MANY UNHAPPY GHOSTS.
No, if you have a feeling about something, anything, or if you have a bad day for this reason or that, it is not always best to verbalize it. Not everything needs to be talked about. You rely on that shit far too much I suspect. Is it possible for you to think for yourself? You used to be that way I am sure, just like the days when I began to blow on your fuzzy little tummy. I just wish I could blow on yours and this was meant for you, I am alone and blue without you in my arms. My heart is not good enough. It never will be. This is killing me! LLc 98.2

u r so fucking awesome

When I first saw you it felt as if I had been running, my heart was beating that fast. I looked at you and began to dream about me and you and a love that will never pass. It is hard to explain how you move me the way you do, but you sure move me well. It is not your out of place hair or your strange clothes that struggle to match. It is not your snappy and seemingly automatic responses to difficult questions about topics few care to tackle. It is not your cute face and smooth legs, your long neck or wonderful pale skin that moves me. What moves me about you is your laugh and your crooked little smile. I swear I could just eat you up like an ice cream bar licking and kissing you from head to toe all night long until the cows come home, then cook you breakfast. I would really like to make you feel like the woman you are because for one reason and the other you mean everything to me. Is that weird? Hell no it's not! LLc 98.2

your thoughts you think

You should have thought about it before you weep ed. Your sadness has brought with it an UN-unique order of things that you will forever be involved. Your weakness and short temper will feed your dissonance as you rely on imagination to get you through; that may be the one good thing about you.
Many years ago you started in motion an order of action that thrives and relies on pessimistic views and outside influences to guide your thoughts, you think. Anything but you is what is wrong. But deep down inside you hide away from the rest of us, like the rest of us, and what you see there is pathetic (some are fortunate to not see this). I know how that feels all too well. I know what it is like to look inside and see myself as a standing and steaming, fresh out of the horses ass pile of shit; worthless and weak; useless and meek. I know what it's like to put that uniform on when you would get more pleasure from being constantly poked in the side by an invisible monkey.
The things in motion follow you wherever you go. Your entire real self is what guides your life, not what you show everyone else in fashion and smiles, words and styles. To clear the inside takes time away from things that cramp the real you but you enjoy so much for the quick fix they provide. LLc 98.2