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

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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.

be

When I was a kid I heard people talk about what could not be and what was not available. I heard people rationalize their behavior with more than suitable ways of retreat from any responsibility whatsoever. To me, those who prepare for their withdrawal by acting in juvenile ways are uniquely human by nature and their behavior is specifically related to the class of the individual. Those who strive for success see no reason to deviate from their current path. Insodoing, these people believe they have the inate ability to be the way they are because they have worked hard to achieve. Then what happens, they ruin themselves by themselves. All others are just along for the ride and playing by their rules. Marriage is another way to blind the real truth about what is going on and what is going on is ficticious by default. Just when you think things are wonderful, a bird craps in your tea. 98.2 This actually happened to me one day and I almost lost my lunch I laughed so hard. I love when nature takes a bite out of the crispy cream donut that is our delicate sensibilities. My goodness, try never to offend. Geeze, lol.

complexity, not really

The sweet sweet smell of anticipation far outweighs the realities of life. The realities once achieved bring the same each day and that for some people is enough to be dialed in to the life spectacle. There is order to the disorder that is representative of the attempt to bypass the harsh reality that everything done in the persuit is the fun. What follows is repetitiveness, age, and then the eventual loss of passion which precludes .... Usually, those who seek with vigor fail due to their uneven ways that present far too many ups and far too many downs. From there one can rationalize all behaviors and that is what makes people so fun to watch and listen to. Basically, we are still walking around with reflectors on our shoes. In the big timeline of humanity, we are very much in the dark ages. We still think we know shit, and we do not. I swear media is killing human bonds. Before it is all said and done, each of us will look back at how stupid we were and how settled we became in our lives, I mean lies. OOps!

misinterpretations in space

Happiness will never fit a mold. If one makes it their objective to use screw bolts to tighten the boreds together, then there is a problem in confidence. Happiness is not a forced proposition. It flows like melted butter inside pieces of freshly baked Italian bread at 5 past 6 in the evening. One can never search for it because searching for the natural prevents the natural from occuring setting up a whole new variety of misspellings and misinterpretations in space.