swirling world

A fascinating thing about all people; not just the young, is our capacity to dream and come up with ideas that bring forth even more ideas. The problem lies in the fact that most ideas are just that- ideas. Many ideas never get a chance to break off and out of the piece of paper they are forever a part of. There they lie on a scrap in a book somewhere only to be found bound inside some obscure notebook in an old locker out in the middle of some field in Idaho. Along with that fact is the reality of life which spells out clearly that the bills must be paid. This requires often doing things that are difficult and tiring. In time ideas die a natural death in another part of our swirling world. LLc 98.2

media infatuation

Infatuation with media propels us into the unknown, leading us on to new vessels from which to cling too to get us through. Words come through the lips all the same. Images appear on-screen all the same. " The world moves fast and you have to be in shape to keep up." What is it they produce besides verbal promises and refined images? This is what I am talking about. Words and images in media build nothing. They spur discontent with the self. Through media we have a barrage of choices that keep our minds moving. This is the direction to nowheres-ville USA. There is no direction. Like a wedding ring symbolic of love with no end, what we have today is a social ring with no end. The difference between the two is that one signifies love while the other signifies lust, craving, vanity, and the paving of a road using broken dreams of people lost in their media infatuation rings. LLc 98.2

instances of fancy

Realness comes from the left-over seapage of man's hard line crap. A man is rarely what he seems. He has a disguise, a social one that hides his true dreams that lie in his minds eye. He lives by the social stigma given to him at birth. He learns to move around the bowl in his own time as he learns how to shine himself up and leave an impression on all the right people who believe in that sort of thing. Impressions are nothing more than acting instances of fancy motivated by a selfish desire to move around different social circles while keeping the ultimate prize in mind, whatever that prize be. LLc 98.2

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.
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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