Holy Motha Freakin Gosh

April 08, 2011 Happiness Page 102 " We come to know happiness, joy and freedom. " Basic Text, p. 91 If someone stopped you on the street today and asked if you were happy, what would you say? "Well, gee, let's see... I have a place to live, food in the refrigerator, a job, my car is running... Well, yes, I guess I'm happy," you might respond. These are outward examples of things that many of us have traditionally associated with happiness. We often forget, however, that happiness is a choice; no one can make us happy. Happiness is what we find in our involvement with Narcotics Anonymous. The happiness we derive from a life focused on service to the addict who still suffers is great indeed. When we place service to others ahead of our own desires, we find that we take the focus off ourselves. As a result, we live a more contented, harmonious life. In being of service to others, we find our own needs more than fulfilled. Happiness. What is it, re...

It's 11:14pm and I am up in the loft. Like some Greg Brady millenium b.s. and my expected HG/Food network is blaring softly in the backround. I've recently stepped out of Hollywood, the rancid beautiful sparkling cesspool: cess·pool     / ˈsɛsˌpul / Show Spelled [ ses -pool ] Show IPA –noun 1. a cistern, well, or pit for retaining the sediment of a drain or for receiving the sewage from a house. 2. any filthy receptacle or place. 3. any place of moral filth or immorality: a cesspool of iniquity. Use cesspool in a Sentence See images of cesspool Search cesspool on the Web Origin: 1575–85; cess  (< It cesso   privy < L rēcessus recess , place of retirement) + pool 1   and back to where I once began with the parents and the manicured yards and stocked fridge and central heating and quiet and time. I await my interview at the place I worked just out of high school and wonder how literal they are when they say ...

Funky! Annoying! Love it.

I've been moved tonight by a conversation in a kitchen by a conversation in a theater by a old face those bright eyes from the past why always the crash and burn then a question that glints at something somewhere (a movie by sofia coppolla) a movie by daniel may a movie man who cuts throats to make his way capacity a city of capas! I was moved and now I'm tired. See how it goes.

(I had this amazing dream) I'm in a massive aquarium with amazing creatures They fly overhead Swoop engulf shadows change Like great tides I turn, There's this desert mesa with black crying hot fudge stones Melting down the sides of towering pleateus. It's expansive Beyond imaginations of mars and distant planets And I well up immediately wondering, How has this been here and I am just now turning to see. We run We're lost and it feels like a small gas station in the middle of a long stretch of America that rolls and purrs with feathery shieves and whispy plots of clouds shadowed like puddles in the sky. I am forgetting where it began to get personal Which is usually when I wake I woke, this time, To wet and Black Kitty meowing at the annex door.

Beatles, Gospel, and Baby Jesus! What else do you need?