"We need to make books cool again. If you go home with somebody, and they don't have books, don't fuck them."--John Waters
My mostly psychotic black cat, Jaggar, lets me know when the large red hard plastic bowl that holds water for the animals, in my home, is empty by pushing it across the kitchen floor. The sound is much like what would occur if you dragged your teeth across a chalkboard, and it is that sound that woke me up this morning; a weird, and horrific, alarm clock, indeed. So here I am, in front of the computer monitor, once again, seeing what, if any poems, are in me. The dogs need to go outside. The dogs need to be fed, but I want to see if I can get one more poem out of me before I start my daily chores. It's good to be alive. Up at 10:34 a.m.
Morisson, Dylan and I, just went for a looooooong walk.
I was planning on doing a short walk with the dogs, and then heading to the gym to do a swim, and some treadmill work, but then I realized that the gym is closed on Fridays. (Bummer0. And then someone pointed out that it was Thursday, so I wound up at the gym doing my thing.
We walked up a steep hill in the course of our walk, and my heart rate went up, so I sought out other hills in the hood on the walk. The dogs walked very well; we mainly stayed in the road, so that they could not find things at every turn to sniff, and pee on.
At the beginning of the walk, the sky was overcast, and by the end of the walk it was pouring rain. I took the rain in stride, and it didn't seem to bother the dogs at all. I decided, on the walk, that this is the perfect time to wash both dogs, while they are already wet, and that is what I am off to do.
Keep inside, your romantic designs.
They'll ruin a friendship every time.
I did a 20 minute bike ride to get to the gym, then did 30 minutes on the treadmill, and was headed to the pool to break my own personal record of 8 laps up, and down, the large pool, but couldn't swim because it was lightening outside. My fat ass is going to thin down.
I just ate a healthy lunch, and now I am going to fuck it up by eating some candy.(Tis the season).
Jaggar, is flipping out. It is the time of evening when I throw him some Kitty Treats. I gave him the last ones that I had, yesterday, and forget to buy more today. I'm sure that he will live through the night, though, and I will buy him some more tomorrow.
I had the weirdest dream last night about an old friend. My daughter, in the dream, (not Scout),was in love with my friend. She was much younger than him. I felt very uncomfortable about the situation, but didn't know how to remedy it. Mostly, I am so very glad that my dreams don't come true.
Yesterday, the day after my leg workout, I was amazed, and disappointed, that my legs weren't sore. I did not work out hard enough, I told myself, and will have to work out harder next time. This morning, though, my legs are sore; very sore, which means that I did do a good leg workout after all.
I am boiling rice, as I, now, boil rice every day, because each dog, now, gets a half a cup of rice with his meal. I also bought a lamb rice bag of dog food(Nature's Recipe), with no additives, and am switching my babies over to this from Pedigree, which is $14 a bag cheaper, but I think that my dogs may be scratching themselves all the time because of the shitty food that I have been feeding them.
It is nasty outside: very cold, and quite wet; I just let Henry,
the great Great Dane, out to do his thing, and he did his thing,
and came right back inside...very unlike him; he usually likes to
wander around a bit before he comes back in.
Life is good in the slow lane. I am blessed, and thankful to be alive.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Thursday, December 15, 2011
#10 You give Love
I know that I will never know
yet I should still keep seeking.
It is not lightly that I compare my friend, Mikel K Poet to a Bukowski, John Fante or Hunter S. Thompson. He is twisted. He is misunderstood. He is Arturio Bandini running amok through this crazy life! Mostly, he is genius in it's purest, insanest form (and I say that in a good way). Not all will "get" him, but that's ok because he doesn't "get" most of us mere mortals either. His observations, stories and poetry are intriguing, thought-provoking and sometimes downright disturbing...gotta love it!--Valerie King
My cats are going to die one day, but if I focus on that fact, now, I just ruin all the joy that they currently give me.
"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty."--Mohandas Gandhi
I'm not sure what I think about Gandhi. Surface level he seems like a great guy, but if you dig a bit you find that a lot of people think tha he was kind of a scumbag. Piss on your heroes.
I'm thinking that this person I know is what's known as a functional drunk. You keep your job,
you appear to have it together, but according to this person at a 12 Step Meeting you don't have your act together at all.
I'm a strange man, at times. You know this. It's not like I take my penis out in parking lots, and wave it at little girls. In fact, now that I've called myself strange, I take it back. I am more normal than normal. I have oatmeal for breakfast, and I wash my clothes when they are dirty. I don't much make my bed, though, but I don't think that that qualifies me as strange; lazy maybe.
If you step on a cat's tail, even if you didn't mean to, the cat will still scream. I discovered this by accidentally stepping on my cat's tail, the other day. The cat acted as if I had stuck a knife in its gut.It did not hold a grudge, though; minutes later it was meowing for a cat treat.
I like being up late. This time of night, when the world is quiet is a good time to write. I am a writer. Ideally, I like to hit the hay, as they say, about one a.m., and then wake, without an alarm clock,write between five a.m. and 7 a.m., and then go back to bed for a couple of hours. Aren't you glad to know that?
Let me reiterate, let me remind myself...I am a writer.
I have wandered fairly far from where I was, and, now, I have been settled where I am for quite some time. I am more stable than I have ever been in my life. When I die, they might say, "He was a stable man." I was reading about a writer who died, tonight, who they said liked to drink a lot. He bragged about his drinking a bit. I think that a writer who really drinks a lot would wind up covered in blood, and puke, in jail cells having arrived in that cell in a black out like I used to. This guy died of cancer of the esophagus. He used to brag about how he loved his cigarettes also. In 12 Step Circles they caution you about taking another person's "Inventory," so I am going to stop now. I need to work on me, and not worry about someone else when it comes to drinking, and smoking.
The song, "Sleigh Ride," was playing on The Pandora Christmas Channel, over The Holidays, and my friend said, "I wish that I was riding in a sleigh in a Colorado snow storm, right now"
"Bah Humbug," said I.
"You don't like snow,' said she.
"I grew up in it, shoveled it for nearly 17 years, lived in it.
When we moved South, I never missed it," though I admit that the idea
of riding though it in a grand sleigh does sound somewhat appealing.
I just don't want to have to shovel anything!
The night has not been a disappointment. The night has not been full
of excitement; just ordinary stuff that might not make you even smile,
but that might keep you alive an extra little bit.
Sometimes, I put a slow into my day; I almost stop things,
and say, "Take a look around, Poet, what needs to be done
now; what needs to be done today, and what needs to be
done over the week? And if nothing needs to be done, now,
I do nothing, and if nothing needs to be done today, I do nothing
today. And then, the week I look at later. Later.
The above is not really true. I am a very active Poet, always working.
----------------------------------
If I died like Jim Carrol, it could be right now
as I sit at my desk as he did. He had a heart attack;
I could have one too, but I have work to do before
I die.
I want to make out like a bandit,
but not steal from anyone.
--------------------------------
Heck, there is no tree
Your strong tree limb bent, and broke
but it wasn't your fault. It was the fault
of the bankers, and the federal govt.
And now there is nobody to defend you.
Those that broke you don't care that
you are broken; their greed knows no boundary.
All you can do is teach your children
to believe in Santa Claus and explain to them
why there will be no presents under the tree.
-------------------------------
Tenure At
Tenure in front of The Television.
There is no relief,
they'll find a way to
bill you for something.
------------------------------
I can't take it anymore
things are just going too good for me.
I'm going to have to fuck something up
that's the way it has to be
because that was the way it was
for so long for me.
Wait, that is stinking thinking,
and I don't think like that anymore.
I can have the good.
I don't have to have the bad.
Say it isn't so; the angels are singing
that you are waving goodbye.
--------------------------------
I just bought a tree. It is a small tree made out of Rosemary. It will live forever, and not get thrown out on the side of the street in the days after Christmas. It will grow in a yard, and make that yard owner happy, year round, after The Holiday.
---------------------------------
Sometimes, I put a slow into my day; I almost stop things,
and say, "Take a look around, Poet, what needs to be done
now; what needs to be done today, and what needs to be
done over the week? And if nothing needs to be done, now,
I do nothing, and if nothing needs to be done today, I do nothing
today. And then, the week I look at later. Later.
---------------------------------
I've got the feeling that most of the words that I have written will not see the light of day. The notebooks that I filled for nearly 20 years will be thrown out with the rest of my junk, and the nearly 20 years of writing that I have stored on Blogger.com will lay useless in cyberspace. This is really not a bad thing for the joy in creating the poems, and assorted other writing, was in the creation of them.
I don't have the mental constituency to deal with certain things. I won't list those things here, but trust me that they do exist. I am distraught, this morning, because I am operating on three hours sleep. My next door neighbors' dogs woke me up, last night, after I had fallen off to a good night's sleep, and they woke me, again, this morning as I was comfortably snoozing.
For the first time in my life, I am having clam chowder for breakfast.
I believe that life should be filled with new adventures. Tomorrow,
I might have sardines.
I read, this morning, that "Christians" threatened Twitter with violence if Twitter did not pull a book called, "God Is Not Great," from its Trending List. Would not Christ be shaking his head NO!
You Can't Eat Your Supper Alone
It's all good, and it's all bad
the beginning the end to life,
the beginning the end to this song.
No savior is going to save us.
Roads only get paved
if someone is getting paid.
Society, you get down on your knees
on Sunday, giving a nod to a Higher Power
who was invented for you,
invented to keep you in line.
On Monday, you get in line to go to work;
you stand behind each other in line at lunch,
and then you follow each other home at five.
They stick needles in her dialing for dollars.
They give you traffic tickets when their quota is due.
Politicians are in Washington to make more money,
not to look out for me, and you.
It's all good, and it's all bad.
--Mikel K
Peace and Love.
I know that I will never know
yet I should still keep seeking.
It is not lightly that I compare my friend, Mikel K Poet to a Bukowski, John Fante or Hunter S. Thompson. He is twisted. He is misunderstood. He is Arturio Bandini running amok through this crazy life! Mostly, he is genius in it's purest, insanest form (and I say that in a good way). Not all will "get" him, but that's ok because he doesn't "get" most of us mere mortals either. His observations, stories and poetry are intriguing, thought-provoking and sometimes downright disturbing...gotta love it!--Valerie King
My cats are going to die one day, but if I focus on that fact, now, I just ruin all the joy that they currently give me.
"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty."--Mohandas Gandhi
I'm not sure what I think about Gandhi. Surface level he seems like a great guy, but if you dig a bit you find that a lot of people think tha he was kind of a scumbag. Piss on your heroes.
I'm thinking that this person I know is what's known as a functional drunk. You keep your job,
you appear to have it together, but according to this person at a 12 Step Meeting you don't have your act together at all.
I'm a strange man, at times. You know this. It's not like I take my penis out in parking lots, and wave it at little girls. In fact, now that I've called myself strange, I take it back. I am more normal than normal. I have oatmeal for breakfast, and I wash my clothes when they are dirty. I don't much make my bed, though, but I don't think that that qualifies me as strange; lazy maybe.
If you step on a cat's tail, even if you didn't mean to, the cat will still scream. I discovered this by accidentally stepping on my cat's tail, the other day. The cat acted as if I had stuck a knife in its gut.It did not hold a grudge, though; minutes later it was meowing for a cat treat.
I like being up late. This time of night, when the world is quiet is a good time to write. I am a writer. Ideally, I like to hit the hay, as they say, about one a.m., and then wake, without an alarm clock,write between five a.m. and 7 a.m., and then go back to bed for a couple of hours. Aren't you glad to know that?
Let me reiterate, let me remind myself...I am a writer.
I have wandered fairly far from where I was, and, now, I have been settled where I am for quite some time. I am more stable than I have ever been in my life. When I die, they might say, "He was a stable man." I was reading about a writer who died, tonight, who they said liked to drink a lot. He bragged about his drinking a bit. I think that a writer who really drinks a lot would wind up covered in blood, and puke, in jail cells having arrived in that cell in a black out like I used to. This guy died of cancer of the esophagus. He used to brag about how he loved his cigarettes also. In 12 Step Circles they caution you about taking another person's "Inventory," so I am going to stop now. I need to work on me, and not worry about someone else when it comes to drinking, and smoking.
The song, "Sleigh Ride," was playing on The Pandora Christmas Channel, over The Holidays, and my friend said, "I wish that I was riding in a sleigh in a Colorado snow storm, right now"
"Bah Humbug," said I.
"You don't like snow,' said she.
"I grew up in it, shoveled it for nearly 17 years, lived in it.
When we moved South, I never missed it," though I admit that the idea
of riding though it in a grand sleigh does sound somewhat appealing.
I just don't want to have to shovel anything!
The night has not been a disappointment. The night has not been full
of excitement; just ordinary stuff that might not make you even smile,
but that might keep you alive an extra little bit.
Sometimes, I put a slow into my day; I almost stop things,
and say, "Take a look around, Poet, what needs to be done
now; what needs to be done today, and what needs to be
done over the week? And if nothing needs to be done, now,
I do nothing, and if nothing needs to be done today, I do nothing
today. And then, the week I look at later. Later.
The above is not really true. I am a very active Poet, always working.
----------------------------------
If I died like Jim Carrol, it could be right now
as I sit at my desk as he did. He had a heart attack;
I could have one too, but I have work to do before
I die.
I want to make out like a bandit,
but not steal from anyone.
--------------------------------
Heck, there is no tree
Your strong tree limb bent, and broke
but it wasn't your fault. It was the fault
of the bankers, and the federal govt.
And now there is nobody to defend you.
Those that broke you don't care that
you are broken; their greed knows no boundary.
All you can do is teach your children
to believe in Santa Claus and explain to them
why there will be no presents under the tree.
-------------------------------
Tenure At
Tenure in front of The Television.
There is no relief,
they'll find a way to
bill you for something.
------------------------------
I can't take it anymore
things are just going too good for me.
I'm going to have to fuck something up
that's the way it has to be
because that was the way it was
for so long for me.
Wait, that is stinking thinking,
and I don't think like that anymore.
I can have the good.
I don't have to have the bad.
Say it isn't so; the angels are singing
that you are waving goodbye.
--------------------------------
I just bought a tree. It is a small tree made out of Rosemary. It will live forever, and not get thrown out on the side of the street in the days after Christmas. It will grow in a yard, and make that yard owner happy, year round, after The Holiday.
---------------------------------
Sometimes, I put a slow into my day; I almost stop things,
and say, "Take a look around, Poet, what needs to be done
now; what needs to be done today, and what needs to be
done over the week? And if nothing needs to be done, now,
I do nothing, and if nothing needs to be done today, I do nothing
today. And then, the week I look at later. Later.
---------------------------------
I've got the feeling that most of the words that I have written will not see the light of day. The notebooks that I filled for nearly 20 years will be thrown out with the rest of my junk, and the nearly 20 years of writing that I have stored on Blogger.com will lay useless in cyberspace. This is really not a bad thing for the joy in creating the poems, and assorted other writing, was in the creation of them.
I don't have the mental constituency to deal with certain things. I won't list those things here, but trust me that they do exist. I am distraught, this morning, because I am operating on three hours sleep. My next door neighbors' dogs woke me up, last night, after I had fallen off to a good night's sleep, and they woke me, again, this morning as I was comfortably snoozing.
For the first time in my life, I am having clam chowder for breakfast.
I believe that life should be filled with new adventures. Tomorrow,
I might have sardines.
I read, this morning, that "Christians" threatened Twitter with violence if Twitter did not pull a book called, "God Is Not Great," from its Trending List. Would not Christ be shaking his head NO!
You Can't Eat Your Supper Alone
It's all good, and it's all bad
the beginning the end to life,
the beginning the end to this song.
No savior is going to save us.
Roads only get paved
if someone is getting paid.
Society, you get down on your knees
on Sunday, giving a nod to a Higher Power
who was invented for you,
invented to keep you in line.
On Monday, you get in line to go to work;
you stand behind each other in line at lunch,
and then you follow each other home at five.
They stick needles in her dialing for dollars.
They give you traffic tickets when their quota is due.
Politicians are in Washington to make more money,
not to look out for me, and you.
It's all good, and it's all bad.
--Mikel K
Peace and Love.
Saturday, December 3, 2011
#NOT USED YET I'm never going to run for President, so I can say the word, "Breasts."
Happy and Merry Whatever Ya Celebrate!!
Stuff: Your stuff doesn't matter
when you die. What matters
are the smiles that you left behind.
It would be interesting to see Newt, and Obama, debate,
and it will be and interesting campaign, and election.
I wish Hunter Thomposn was here and covering it.
"Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth."
--Albert Einstein
Love snow, as long as I don't have to get personally involved with it.
My next door neighbor has a couple of great Great Danes.
The Great Dane Henry is 2, and young, and healthy,
and the Great Dane Anna is 10, and old, and suffers
from all that comes from being old, but Henry doesn't
care. We have a big bed, here, for Anna to crash on
and, just now, I found Henry curled up on it, and
Anna curled up on the floor next to it, which seems
cruel to me.
"A problem is your chance to do your best."--Duke Ellington
Have you taken a Sucker Punch, and liked it?
The wrinkle in my hand is just sitting there.
I have stared at it for minutes, and I am sure
that it is not going anywhere.
Tiger Woods probably doesn't smoke pot
and Richard Nixon didn't go on the nod
in The White House.
I can't come close to finding the words that I am looking for
to describe how inept an ars with an ego Neil Boortz is.
Lordy Lord: Cremation may seem like a greener alternative, to regular burial, but the process requires a lot of energy and creates air pollution. While new burners and filters have made cremation more efficient and less-polluting, crematoriums still release chemicals like dioxin, carbon dioxide and mercury into the atmosphere, and the energy used to cremate one body is equivalent to driving 4,800 miles.--www.worldwidehippies.com
I could procure for my cat, Jaggar, fancy cushions, comfortable pillows, all kinds of wonderful things for him to lay on, but he would still favor laying his head down on my papers, wherever they are about the home. What a bookish cat!
I just opened a large bag of cheap dog food
into the container, where I contain it, until
it is time to feed some to my dogs. In the dog
food in the container were two plastic
wrappers surrounding two packs of coupons.
I was a bit excited to find these, as I had
read on the cover of the bag that there was
a five dollar off coupons good to use for
any dry dog food, and what I had just bought
for my dogs was dry dog food. Looking
through the coupons, I found that they were
no good to me. In order to get the five bucks
off, you also had to buy some product that
was good for your dog's teeth. I really hate
the fuckers that do this kind of thing to you.
I think that they should be castrated, and
then taken out and shot.
I can't take it anymore
things are just going too good for me.
I'm going to have to fuck something up
that's the way it has to be
because that was the way it was
for so long for me.
Wait, that is stinking thinking,
and I don't think like that anymore.
I can have the good.
I don't have to have the bad.
Do you ever feel like you are tied to The Whipping Post?
I turned out that when I knocked on Heaven's Door, there wasn't any Heaven at all; the idea of Heaven, and Hell, had been made up by The Church, to keep me scared, to keep me in line; their line.
I'd like to put what my former boss, and still current friend, Robert Schwarz, said in response to my thought above:
"I once followed the church's line; however, I realized man was responsible for the church's rhetoric and utilized the church for manipulation and oppression. When I removed myself from the church's way and concentrated on Christ I was able to see clearly; a clearer picture, that heaven and hell are real and have an active influence on earth. Rebellion was the biggest obstacle in my path..."--Robert Schwarz
I think that might be as many heavens, and hells, as there are folks who have been taught to believe in them, and do believe in them.
My biggest sins are that, on rare occaisions, I go through The McDoanald's Drive Thru, and even more rarely, I look for a deal at Walmart. If there is a
Heaven, and a Hell, which one am I going to?
About 65 million people identify themselves as Catholic in the U.S., making it the single largest denomination in America. But according to a recent Center for Applied Research in the Apostolate poll, only 33 percent of U.S. Catholics attend weekly Mass, Peterson noted. That means 42.7 million, or two-thirds, of U.S. Catholics are not going to Mass.--James Eng, msnbc.com
Bless me, Father, for it has been a long time since I put any money in the basket(and isn't that The Biggest Sin of All?)
Have you considered the drugs for dogs program?
If you need marijuana for medical purposes,
but the state that you live in won't allow it
then you can trade your dog, if it's bad enough,
to a drug dealer to get you some reefer.
Things end. I'm not sure how I feel about some of them ending: pissed off, sad, elated? Lousy feelings pass. Buddha says that today's enemy can become tomorrow's friend, and vice versa. My fortune cookie once told me that, "It is always darkest before the dawn." Think about that while you have your oatmeal. If it doesn't kill you, does it really make you grow stronger?
Axl is singing, "Patience," and I sit at my desk, and wonder
if I am patient. Mostly, I think I am, and, often, in my past
I wasn't. Patience is a good thing to have, I think. I would
like to develop more of it.
When a Doctor prescribes pot for pain, or whatever other ailment, does he, or she, also tell the patient how many times to hit the pipe, or the bong, or the joint?\
I got an online Poetry Magazine in my email, yesterday, and looking at it, just now,I see that they have 23 poets in the current issue. Twenty three fucking poets, and I am not one of them.
What is wrong with this picture?!
This was written about President Obama in the current issue of Creative Loafing by Scott Henry. Do you think that it's true? Obama is "a brainy president who's disappointed many liberals with his compromises and middle-of-the-road policies."
I think that when people invite you over to their house for a Holiday Party that they should inform you if they are going to Praise Jesus.
Just finished cup of coffee no. 2 for the day, and then burped loudly. It's good to be King.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for still breathing the air; I am glad that you are here. How are
The Holidays treating you? Want to send me a Holiday Card? To do so: 858 Vedado Way #2 Atlanta, Georgia 30303. Peace, and Love.
Happy and Merry Whatever Ya Celebrate!!
Stuff: Your stuff doesn't matter
when you die. What matters
are the smiles that you left behind.
It would be interesting to see Newt, and Obama, debate,
and it will be and interesting campaign, and election.
I wish Hunter Thomposn was here and covering it.
"Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth."
--Albert Einstein
Love snow, as long as I don't have to get personally involved with it.
My next door neighbor has a couple of great Great Danes.
The Great Dane Henry is 2, and young, and healthy,
and the Great Dane Anna is 10, and old, and suffers
from all that comes from being old, but Henry doesn't
care. We have a big bed, here, for Anna to crash on
and, just now, I found Henry curled up on it, and
Anna curled up on the floor next to it, which seems
cruel to me.
"A problem is your chance to do your best."--Duke Ellington
Have you taken a Sucker Punch, and liked it?
The wrinkle in my hand is just sitting there.
I have stared at it for minutes, and I am sure
that it is not going anywhere.
Tiger Woods probably doesn't smoke pot
and Richard Nixon didn't go on the nod
in The White House.
I can't come close to finding the words that I am looking for
to describe how inept an ars with an ego Neil Boortz is.
Lordy Lord: Cremation may seem like a greener alternative, to regular burial, but the process requires a lot of energy and creates air pollution. While new burners and filters have made cremation more efficient and less-polluting, crematoriums still release chemicals like dioxin, carbon dioxide and mercury into the atmosphere, and the energy used to cremate one body is equivalent to driving 4,800 miles.--www.worldwidehippies.com
I could procure for my cat, Jaggar, fancy cushions, comfortable pillows, all kinds of wonderful things for him to lay on, but he would still favor laying his head down on my papers, wherever they are about the home. What a bookish cat!
I just opened a large bag of cheap dog food
into the container, where I contain it, until
it is time to feed some to my dogs. In the dog
food in the container were two plastic
wrappers surrounding two packs of coupons.
I was a bit excited to find these, as I had
read on the cover of the bag that there was
a five dollar off coupons good to use for
any dry dog food, and what I had just bought
for my dogs was dry dog food. Looking
through the coupons, I found that they were
no good to me. In order to get the five bucks
off, you also had to buy some product that
was good for your dog's teeth. I really hate
the fuckers that do this kind of thing to you.
I think that they should be castrated, and
then taken out and shot.
I can't take it anymore
things are just going too good for me.
I'm going to have to fuck something up
that's the way it has to be
because that was the way it was
for so long for me.
Wait, that is stinking thinking,
and I don't think like that anymore.
I can have the good.
I don't have to have the bad.
Do you ever feel like you are tied to The Whipping Post?
I turned out that when I knocked on Heaven's Door, there wasn't any Heaven at all; the idea of Heaven, and Hell, had been made up by The Church, to keep me scared, to keep me in line; their line.
I'd like to put what my former boss, and still current friend, Robert Schwarz, said in response to my thought above:
"I once followed the church's line; however, I realized man was responsible for the church's rhetoric and utilized the church for manipulation and oppression. When I removed myself from the church's way and concentrated on Christ I was able to see clearly; a clearer picture, that heaven and hell are real and have an active influence on earth. Rebellion was the biggest obstacle in my path..."--Robert Schwarz
I think that might be as many heavens, and hells, as there are folks who have been taught to believe in them, and do believe in them.
My biggest sins are that, on rare occaisions, I go through The McDoanald's Drive Thru, and even more rarely, I look for a deal at Walmart. If there is a
Heaven, and a Hell, which one am I going to?
About 65 million people identify themselves as Catholic in the U.S., making it the single largest denomination in America. But according to a recent Center for Applied Research in the Apostolate poll, only 33 percent of U.S. Catholics attend weekly Mass, Peterson noted. That means 42.7 million, or two-thirds, of U.S. Catholics are not going to Mass.--James Eng, msnbc.com
Bless me, Father, for it has been a long time since I put any money in the basket(and isn't that The Biggest Sin of All?)
Have you considered the drugs for dogs program?
If you need marijuana for medical purposes,
but the state that you live in won't allow it
then you can trade your dog, if it's bad enough,
to a drug dealer to get you some reefer.
Things end. I'm not sure how I feel about some of them ending: pissed off, sad, elated? Lousy feelings pass. Buddha says that today's enemy can become tomorrow's friend, and vice versa. My fortune cookie once told me that, "It is always darkest before the dawn." Think about that while you have your oatmeal. If it doesn't kill you, does it really make you grow stronger?
Axl is singing, "Patience," and I sit at my desk, and wonder
if I am patient. Mostly, I think I am, and, often, in my past
I wasn't. Patience is a good thing to have, I think. I would
like to develop more of it.
When a Doctor prescribes pot for pain, or whatever other ailment, does he, or she, also tell the patient how many times to hit the pipe, or the bong, or the joint?\
I got an online Poetry Magazine in my email, yesterday, and looking at it, just now,I see that they have 23 poets in the current issue. Twenty three fucking poets, and I am not one of them.
What is wrong with this picture?!
This was written about President Obama in the current issue of Creative Loafing by Scott Henry. Do you think that it's true? Obama is "a brainy president who's disappointed many liberals with his compromises and middle-of-the-road policies."
I think that when people invite you over to their house for a Holiday Party that they should inform you if they are going to Praise Jesus.
Just finished cup of coffee no. 2 for the day, and then burped loudly. It's good to be King.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for still breathing the air; I am glad that you are here. How are
The Holidays treating you? Want to send me a Holiday Card? To do so: 858 Vedado Way #2 Atlanta, Georgia 30303. Peace, and Love.
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