let’s cut out the drama and cut out the extreme overtures of complexities. let’s keep it really simple where in one life where is grass is green enough to be enivable. not too green because that would be conscipious but for anyone that can look two inches deeper, they can see the richness of the green. in some respect it can almost on the crusp of greatness. but in the double life, all the greatness of the other life is simply fuel for a fire of sublime gloriousness. there was once a great movie line saying along the line -“never understimate the power of denial”. look at the world around us and it’s so blantant how power it is really. so the wise gandhi did comment on that fact that dealing with the self was a far more greater than dealing with the almightly england. for now, my story will be somewhere along the lines of “the molasses of responsbility”. it’s a weak story, that i know. i am nothing more than a coward hiding behind the stories of grand illusions of creating the cake, eating it and destorying it all in 7 years. even the grand part is rather meek. it all started with a bad case of IM communication but it was so far off really. the intention was ever present but there’s never a cute way to destory those that want to get close to you. it is better to blotted it up early because on that train the molasses of responsbility is triple strength fortified. then the metaphyiscal jester calls me up and spits a couple round of under aged single malt in my face. it’s all so funny but all so sad at the same time. this fear of the potential of art, spirit or love. i don’t know which one i fear more but spend my time dicking around on supposed foundations for all those things. we don’t even joke about intergrity because it be too painful close another laughing matter called landmark. i guess i still remember the day that i left corporate america and how great that feeling of being unbounded. but now it’s not so easy because the bind is caught up in the own trickery of the master ego. there is no outsider to subvert. i hope not whine like this all the time but sometimes it’s almost fun to fart so freely and loudly. naturally, bear it i will for yoda says there is no try. when the time is right, the teacher shall appear.