boredom

I am never surprized by the amount of time it takes to accomplish anything. Those who set the boundaries have a diffferent mentality than most and sometimes people are unable or unwilling to break through these set boundaries for whatever reason. Security is what we are told we need to strive for yet often when we reach this acclaimed point (ficticious) we find what could very well be the end of the road. Once the end of the road is reached, all there is from that point forward is maintenance of the persona. If people really knew the discomfort thatcomes from living another person's life, and they do, then they would never let themselves get tied in with a life that is uninteresting, predictable, and incredibly boring. LLc 98.2

smoothe

Our lasting elegance brings forth the maintenance of the same neutered ideology that spews senselass arrogance in the preservation of specific actors, their appearances, and their monitored behavior as it always pertains to the ideology that brung em there; the words they need to say to maintain their stay. LLc 98.2

us ourselves

Duplication of something, no matter its substance and content, is still nothing more than a replication of the authenticity found and conceived by the designer. We pump em out one after the other and decorate the authentic with new beauty and color thus lessening the original value over time; generations. The copies these days are found like plastic discharged from a fast moving automobile along the state highway. These copies are as follows: damn near every movie, every news broadcast (in general of course not counting new news before it gets broken down and buffed into so many shinny pieces that the original story, intentional, accident, or otherwise; involving injury or not, becomes lost in the fragmentary cognitions of the paid fuckers who speak eloquently with their suits and ties), all radio, every single commercial and tv program, and every single political figure who legally lines his/her pockets in multiple ways. Even us the people ourselves are plastic enough to see through. Look around you. Go to the grocery store and see what is being bought; which magazines and articles are favored by which group of people. We the people have become copies no different than the programs we watch and the discharged plastic that is representative of the slurriness that is our xerox existence that is essentially driven by one simple spell after the other. In other words, driven by the new style!
LLc 98.2

hmm 3

Some fella told me one day that I needed to go out and have more fun; spend some time in the sun. I told the dude that what was best for me was to stay out of the sun. He asked me why. I told him how the sun steals the youth from our largest organ, our skin. Sun is fine in small amounts, just ask anyone from there abouts (ocean). But the sun is getting hotter and still people flock to tanning booths to make themselves feel HOTTER. I knew a girl in high school who was there when these horrid places first showed themselves. She went as much as her mom could afford, and her mom could afford as many sessions as her beloved daughter cared to have. Although it is true that tanning beds do not cook your insides, when I saw her just the other day, over 22 years later, she looked like beef jerky and had obviously been through some plastic surgery on her face that was rushed it seemed.
Age is nothing to be afraid of. It is part of the process of life. Unfortunately for us and the many kids who will be here long after we have gone; oh wait, the kids kids, the sun will be getting hotter and hotter. The sun is needed for life, but the sun, like the snake who wakes from a long slumber to a traveling man who thought he was in need of help bites the man but before the man dies asks the snake why, the snake replied because I am a snake; the sun steals away the sunshine from the exterior pieces while providing us all with the very life needed to wear such a ridiculous suit; so temporary and tender, always needing love, tenderness, and the caring and loving touch of another human being. So stay out of the fucking sun! LLc 98.2

lol

I once saw a lady, short and brown and kinda shady. She wore dark sunglasses and a scarf. She had a little dog that went arf! One day the lady and the dog went to the store. Yawning she said " This is quite a bore." The dog replied," yes indeed maam and began to scrath his balls with a sort of, " Maaaan, Ive been down THIS fucking road before!" LLc 98.2

Cuts, bans, and the like

Once again we hear the same old jargon through the kaleidescope of fear and family protection. This is political posturing and nothing more. Making new legislation and coming out with bans on this and bans on that weakens the entire legislative process and keeps things stuck in another time altogether. We do not have time to ban anything as our problems are much more severe.
This is not a story. The real story is cuts, bans, and the like coming from people who believe they have the right way for each individual person. Failure to follow these new rules, so to speak, will result in huge fines and possible jail time. Wow, if that is not socialism, then what is? Truth be told, if community rules were followed and everyone lived safely and lovingly, there would be no money in the kitty. There will always be rule makers and rule breakers; our socialist country relies on the utility that comes from crime. No crime, ban or not, no money. LLc 98.2

soft silence

Change is gradual and often unnoticeable. Once we realize things have changed, often, people will use whatever justification they can (from a pool of justifications and excuses) as a reasoning for their lack of departure; or whatever the case may be. This is a social conflict from within that lays out a firm foundation for building a soft structure that leans at even the slightest wind. Because change acts in soft silence among all actors, and because it is such a time consuming process, our need to be told what to do, how to act, how to dress, how to lose weight, how to find basically anything, etc...etc... is growing at alarming rates. Essentially what is happening is we are becomming too reliant on misinformation and conflict. We have lost our ability to think as all we need is now at our fingertips. This is the now generation and what they will get from it is the immediate gratification they are trained to need through false stimuli as opposed to human contact and all the creativity that can come from it. We are less now than we ever have been; we just think we know shit. What we better know is that we are spoiled little people with big black trucks with lousy music pumping from them. We have become the show and nothing mo! LLc 98.2