the pain of the world is there for the taking

Pain in life comes from just living.  There is always something to get you down if you let it and a lot of the time you have to because thats just the only way to cope with yourself.  People are my primary source of pain. You can attempt to hurt me in any physical matter but the truth is, is that it will do nothing.   The physical abuse will leave a mark but marks are temporary and when you emotionally tamper with my thoughts i may as well have killed myself.  I cant sit around and not worry because i worry about the worries.  I know that I am suppose to be able to withstand all the evils of the provocative world but the truth is that life arouses uncomfortable thoughts and when people play with them as if it is a game of charades that only leaves an open end for guessing.   You kept me guessing and then I decided to think.  The biggest mistake I ever made was to think to use my imagination to create.   I am gifted with thoughts.  They tell me things and i tell myself things and the circuits of brain waves flow in and out of the surreal capasity of my skull.  You tried to ask for my heart back.  You cheated you lied you did it all in front of my face.   I sat in the row behind with the cold leather seats and i watched.  I watched for a second and then a minute and then I gave up on you.   Life is unbearable when the person your trying to go through life with is with someone else.  So i raise my chalice to you and say have fun with your night but when it is over don't come back.  I know that you will and I will want you back but when x and y = pain and the x is life then the only solution to equal the pain is you.

words in pairs of one

warmth. body. heat. close. woman. hands. holding. affection.  passions.  lust.  obsession. addiction.  heroin.  friends.  down.  pits.  trust.  nobody.  life.  secrets.  bottled.  drunk.  past.  unguided.  tried.  lived. sorrow.  listen. hear. beautiful.  sounds. melodies.  tones.  raised.  bar.  expectations. stress. life's.  meditate.  long.  far. distance. yonder. yodeler.  vibration. phones.  contact.  space.  flies.  worlds.  watching. modern.  abstract.  thoughts.  paint.  creativity.  imagine.  infant.  child. pubescent.  adult. elderly.  wise.  advise.  listen.  wind.  kites. grandpa.  grandma.  four.  missions. life. love. cute.  fashioned.  steel.  wheel.  shoulder.  lay.  soft. depth. deep. down. you.

REMEMBER

The time that the world was the youth and the youth filled the universe.  I remember when creativity was not something thought up but just something that i did.  I remember the days when I could sit home alone and not have to worry about locking them every time I went out.  I remember strolling down the street in my patagonia purple fleece jacket.  I remember when I could fish without thought and walk without pondering, just enjoying every frame of life as it went by.  I remember catching and watching tadpoles grow and only 8 of the 12 survived.  I remember when survival was a wish in a prayer when i was lost.  I remember understanding the wrongs i did and debating weather to come back.  I remember when "On the house" was still a friendly gesture often to be used.  I remember the man who use to place m&ms on the lid of my cup of hot coco.  i remember the time I thought I could race across the street and waking up 40 feet from where i stood.  I remember the bolt they plunged through my femur and the system of weights to stretch me how they thought i needed to be.  I remember when stress was never even a though.  I remember when they told me I could go back on the slopes.  I remember breaking my leg on the 1st run.  I remember sharing an avocado with my grandpa sitting on a freezer in the back of a restaurant.  I remember when common courtesy was a legit thing, when manners applied, and minds and gutters had no relation.  I remember the time I set my neck on fire.  I remember the 1st hernia, I also remember the 2nd.  I remember the 1st time drugs were in my reach and I said no.  I remember my favorite person,  my great grandpa.  I remember when I was on my way to visit him and on my way he went on his way out of mortal life.  I remember the tears that created the bath of loss in my mind.  I remember the obituary hanging in my room because it is still there. I remember my 1st real conversation with God.  I remember being on my bed side talking for hours.  I remember what I asked and I remember what he said.  I remember the plan of happiness.  His warm arms surrounded me like an electric blanket filling my skin with warmth.  I remember the new type of warmth, when it fills my heart and inside as well,  I will never forget the warmth of my Heavenly Father.  I remember the time he helped when i felt like life was an over rated thing.  I remember the rod of Iron as it pulled me into the correct direction.  I remember the time like the time remembers the day and the day remembers every step that is taken on the sun heated soil of the land. I remember and I will never forget.

demand like a rebel

spasm in your heart. sit in a box staring at the this side up upside down and think about all the crap you have done.  You aren't allowed to touch anything in the name of rock.  You sit standing and slide sitting.  You think your cool?  Stop!  your plagiarized life is going no where.  your filmed according life to try to impress is slowly falling away.  You cant go and make a new thing.  creation is bad.  fold up your note book and tear it... now stop.  thats way to inspiring.   hemp straps wrap along the geometric figures of life.  the seed is born to see the world from inside a box.  the sun creeps into a crack only to liquidate its rays onto the floor under the dinning room table.  lips against the window.  Don't do this.  We were not meant to rock we are sheltered pieces in a sketched out game created by the faded figure in the holes in the sky above.  brothers and sisters on an electronical system streaming the Gs as if the F# is the only way to a diminished future.  life is lame juice boxes getting holes from over expansion in the freezer.  the cubes of lemonade in cucumber water to quench your distasteful thirst.

Basically these reasons of why not to rock are rules meant for you to break and the other stuff is mind flowing thoughts while listening to my tunes of sensation.
Thank you
-Summit Endori for LIFE

support for the skull with a cotton woven hole

this thing is HUGE.  i have a fricken neck.  i put on my abstract shirt on and the neck hole is too big.  i feel like a slut with my woven hole around my neck its too big i feel like one side will slip off and reveal my sun shy body.  holy smokes.  woven hole for the skull.

bricks build nations and duct tape is just the service of help to hold everything together.

A stone lay upon another stone.  the mount grows and creates warmth and protection and a sense of security.  Stacked.   unmovable.  placed with delicate care and and the end fill the heart of somebody with the sense of accomplishment.  The earliest  form of a non nomadic life style home.  The stones come in many shapes and sizes until one day a person realized that he can chisel the rocks into any shape and feature his not hers but maybe her wildest imagination could fill.  later after that thought process somebody realized that you could heat up clay...  mud and let it dry to create a human made rock in a perfect shape by using a heat and compression.  the world seemed to be complete and every body felt as if the wheat was used for flowers and batteries were a thing of the past, until one day MR. WINSTON MCVAN MCLAIR... DUCT  created what is now known today as the solution for all worries whims and sorrows, or in other words rips, breaks and a clean shave of the top lip.  This was incredible with its beautiful versatile adhesion it had with anything.
Alexandriam the fantastic of all of the men raided a duct tape factory.  The demand was incredible and then he decided that he needed to find a new use.  he folded it into a circle with the sticky side out and placed it between bricks for a strong hold and the two have been companions ever since.

Bricks & Duct Tape:  a weapon for torture, builds a foundation, can silence even the most harmful of animals, death,  substance of love, appetizer at a wedding, etc.......................................................................................

To be living in a dead manner

sometimes.   Sometimes or never.  maybe just to think about it...... incomplete.   thats what living is for a made up statistic of 99 POINT 999 percent of people walking around this earth as we think speak and talk about what we will do, could do, want to do.  I want to go and fight my way to the top of the alpha male chain.  am i really going to do that.  probably not.  

There was once a family of lions who lived in the worlds greatest pride.  the arrogant aroma filled every passage of your mind every time the gazelle would walk past.   They were told to be the greatest animal.  The king!  But really they are a large cat that sits in the sun all day with a loud roar and travel in groups so that they do not get picked off as well as the rest of the food chain.  They try to hard to stay on top and follow their own title.  The lioness might dream of the male doing the gathering and hunting but will that really happen.... No  This lion, the male,  is not living.  he is a pigment of solid color moving through time hoping to flaunt his main and catch the chemical attraction of the woman and that is about all the action he will ever see.   Don't be like this.  

PUddle pudDLE  PuDlE PuDdle.   drip onto the floor and the and slowly the adhesion of the drops stick together to make a shape.  and new form of ink blotting except with the puddles its not always ink.    you can use your own bodily fluids.  You can sit depressed creating in a room with time without meaning.  Cutting into your thumb or maybe your index finger with any sharp articles you can get ahold on.  Meteorites of red fluid drops and explodes and sticks.  What do you see in it?

If you said a rabbit  (\(\

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                               0(")(")    Then your creativity is lacking.  You see the face of a child smiling and looking out the window at a hoard of people.   the people look at the wall and see only the impurity of the world.  you can almost taste as the hormones spit into their faces.  

are you going to go and be inspired by any of this crap that i just spread out for you.  probably not and thats why your not living  YOUR DEAD  you just cant admit it to yourself yet.