The fart joke, where humor began...

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I'm sitting here, my thoughts running 50,000 miles per hour and in every which way and direction it can go.  My thoughts keep cycling, from one thought to another to another as if someone has a remote control and switching my thoughts like one would on a TV.  I have this itch to write something, but considering I keep cycling in my thoughts, I don't know where to begin.  When I force a pause in my mind, I draw a blank.  Yep.. I sit here staring at a piece of paper and nothing comes to mind. …

Stepping out my back door of my little 1950's house

onto the old peeling deck

It's been hung with home-made green glass lanterns

made from old florists vases I've hung with twine and sewn beads on…

Like any technology the television, ( and for this discussions purposes the PC ) is as good or as bad as those who have the technology at their disposal. And like any technology it changes how we live our lives on a day to day basis. And in television's case it definitely affects how we see this life we live and the…

I wrote this as a reply in the forum on a discussion on cult activity, and wanted to post it as a blog, as this is information I feel strongly about in regards to negotiating compassion, love and non-judgement toward others.

To have unconditional love and acceptance for all of humanity, being non-judgmental, and allowing others their personal freedom, doesn't mean…

There is a sense of an energy near me, who is bright, loving, kind, gentle, compassionate, caring and filled with understanding.  Funny enough, I wasn't the first one to notice the energy.  An advantage of having remarkable friends with me.  As I was brought aware of this lovely female energy, images began to flow into my mind.  Gentle as a soft breeze, light strands of…

Bin Laden Gets The Last Laugh

Wave your fucking flags

The Wicked Witch is dead

Your kids still coming home in boxes

Wave your fucking flags

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I Don't Live There Anymore

Night falls like rain on the city

And lights come on in rooms

I used to live in so long ago

Night falls like rain on the city

That used to be home

I don't live there…

Last weekend I was taking it pretty easy, my family set up the hammock in the backyard so I could hang out with them while they were gardening.

Just because you're 'bed' bound doesn't mean you're stuck laying around in a bed... I cruise between beds, couches, hammocks, hot tubs, and have been known to lounge on the ground... though getting back up from that is not…

I was listening to "When the Levee Breaks" when I turned the picture of my TV on and saw a big commotion which turned out to be the death of Osama Bin Laden. I have no real emotion for this event. A friend of mine from Vietnam called and he wasn't even aware of it. When I told him it was like "So what?" and as flip and cold as that sounds those are my feelings exactly ? Or better yet, "Now what?" Will Afghanistan be a better p-lace to be now ?…