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To me, clowns aren’t funny. In fact, they’re kind of scary. I’ve wondered where this started and I think it goes back to the time I went to the circus, and a clown killed my dad.
Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we’d all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn’t until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is “God is crying.” And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is “Probably because of something you did.”
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. “Oh, no,” I said, “Disneyland burned down.” He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.
Dad always thought laughter was the best medicine, which I guess is why several of us died of tuberculosis.
When I was a kid my favorite relative was Uncle Caveman. After school we’d all go play in his cave, and every once in a while he would eat one of us. It wasn’t until later that I found out that Uncle Caveman was a bear.
If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is “God is crying.” And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is “Probably because of something you did.”
One thing kids like is to be tricked. For instance, I was going to take my little nephew to Disneyland, but instead I drove him to an old burned-out warehouse. “Oh, no,” I said, “Disneyland burned down.” He cried and cried, but I think that deep down he thought it was a pretty good joke. I started to drive over to the real Disneyland, but it was getting pretty late.
Every time I look at something it bursts into flames, I think I went to the wrong Laser Eye Center
That's great that you do crossfit, I run out of breath singing with the radio
Getin' close to Thanksgiving & I am sooo thankful for all the life I have been given. I would also like to thank all the Veterans for all they do so that I have this to be thankful for. WoW!!!!!!
Hi all.just got home.just wanted to say that I missin all my friends here, youse gals & guys.the eye candy desserts(getting old huh.lol) the tunes and the great pics. .14hr nightly shifts ( w no radio
)are leaving me no time to do much of anything but go home,feed everyone (DW, inside AND OUTSIDE cats)+make my next days provisions.and sleep of course..travelling to moms w sonny & home honey do lists are keeping me busy..
Once this crazy UPS season is over (next year
) I'll be able to relax???
On a more somber note..my neighbor ,nice 56yr old woman,( that i got to stop smoking w my old nautilus last year) across the street from me died from cancer 2wks ago..the Stix got her.
And now,the woman that bought the place from her brother for a song,wont let her 2 "fixed" cats back in.so I'm trying to find homes for them..anyone gotta a farm ?
)are leaving me no time to do much of anything but go home,feed everyone (DW, inside AND OUTSIDE cats)+make my next days provisions.and sleep of course..travelling to moms w sonny & home honey do lists are keeping me busy..Once this crazy UPS season is over (next year
) I'll be able to relax???On a more somber note..my neighbor ,nice 56yr old woman,( that i got to stop smoking w my old nautilus last year) across the street from me died from cancer 2wks ago..the Stix got her.
And now,the woman that bought the place from her brother for a song,wont let her 2 "fixed" cats back in.so I'm trying to find homes for them..anyone gotta a farm ?
Good morning GM, we’ve been missing you too.Hi all.just got home.just wanted to say that I missin all my friends here, youse gals & guys.the eye candy desserts(getting old huh.lol) the tunes and the great pics. .14hr nightly shifts ( w no radio
Once this crazy UPS season is over (next year
On a more somber note..my neighbor ,nice 56yr old woman,( that i got to stop smoking w my old nautilus last year) across the street from me died from cancer 2wks ago..the Stix got her.
And now,the woman that bought the place from her brother for a song,wont let her 2 "fixed" cats back in.so I'm trying to find homes for them..anyone gotta a farm ?
Good to hear from you GM. Stay safe this Holiday with all that work. Remember, "all work and no play makes Gm a dull boy"
That's too bad about your old neighbor. As for your new neighbor...well karma is a bI%#h! I hope at lest she is feeding them.
That's too bad about your old neighbor. As for your new neighbor...well karma is a bI%#h! I hope at lest she is feeding them.
Happy Sunday everyone. Snow, football and learning to make popovers today. That's right ...I have that special pan for em'
YuM!
YuM!
Slightly religious Sunday Morning Poetry.
I enjoy writing poetry that's slightly religious from time to time, and I do find the metaphor of our creator used by folks to be a rich source of imagery (I will add that I tend to use a lot of different religious imagery since I've investigated many religious texts....)
In this poem I was trying to play with amplification/disamplification techniques and also repetitive words for emphasis. I probably need to shorten it, but eh, not really sure where... Enough technical talk
Love.
Love until your heart liquefies, melts, and burns and you can love no more
because your heart is broken.
Sing.
Until you can sing no more
your jaw hurts
your windpipe is sore
your voice box is a hollow, empty reed,
you croak like a crow in the night
and you are a raven.
buy.
Until your house is full of junk
your yard is full of trash
you can't move
and the cats are scratching all through your
precious newspapers
and even the tiny trail you have left
to go to the bathroom is full.
Buy, until your pockets are empty
your bank account is delinquent
your creditors are hounding you
and even your security company won't protect your
trash anymore
and all you worry about is how to stop them coming
to take all your precious stuff
and even your stomach is a giant hole
an ulcer.
Then give, give
give it all away
until you possess nothing
because by giving it away
people wish to gift you everything that you own
and everything you are offered is a present
free of charge.
All you have to do is say, "Thank you,"
sometimes you won't even let them answer "You're welcome,"
but tell them to thank the real giver
our Beloved Lord.
Play.
Play, until your arms ache
your feet are sore
play with your puppy
and your children.
Play, until you've forgotten where you are
or who you are
and what chores need to be done.
Play, until you have passed out on the
bed of leaves you were raking.
When you wake it's late
and your mother is standing over you,
scolding you
because you forgot to do your chores.
Get sick.
Get very, very sick
be a leper, catch a contagious disease.
Gather as many illnesses as you need to
as those who are blessed with many afflictions
are lucky.
Each illness has its own spiritual family,
and lucky are you who have many homes to go to.
Then get well.
Get so well that you become the healer
get so close to your beloved Lord
that every breath out is a prayer
and every breath in is a hymn
every step that falls is a walk
of holiness.
So that everywhere you look
there is a healing that leaves no illness behind
because you are the child of the very first Healer.
Be one, be one, be one.
Be the drop in the sea.
Then, realize that God is an ocean
and you are a drop
then, become a puddle
then swell into a river
then be a deep lake on the very top of the mountain.
Then.
Get bigger and bigger and bigger
until one day you wake up
and remember
that God exists throughout all water running,
and you are just a drop inside the endless ocean.
I enjoy writing poetry that's slightly religious from time to time, and I do find the metaphor of our creator used by folks to be a rich source of imagery (I will add that I tend to use a lot of different religious imagery since I've investigated many religious texts....)
In this poem I was trying to play with amplification/disamplification techniques and also repetitive words for emphasis. I probably need to shorten it, but eh, not really sure where... Enough technical talk
Love.
Love until your heart liquefies, melts, and burns and you can love no more
because your heart is broken.
Sing.
Until you can sing no more
your jaw hurts
your windpipe is sore
your voice box is a hollow, empty reed,
you croak like a crow in the night
and you are a raven.
buy.
Until your house is full of junk
your yard is full of trash
you can't move
and the cats are scratching all through your
precious newspapers
and even the tiny trail you have left
to go to the bathroom is full.
Buy, until your pockets are empty
your bank account is delinquent
your creditors are hounding you
and even your security company won't protect your
trash anymore
and all you worry about is how to stop them coming
to take all your precious stuff
and even your stomach is a giant hole
an ulcer.
Then give, give
give it all away
until you possess nothing
because by giving it away
people wish to gift you everything that you own
and everything you are offered is a present
free of charge.
All you have to do is say, "Thank you,"
sometimes you won't even let them answer "You're welcome,"
but tell them to thank the real giver
our Beloved Lord.
Play.
Play, until your arms ache
your feet are sore
play with your puppy
and your children.
Play, until you've forgotten where you are
or who you are
and what chores need to be done.
Play, until you have passed out on the
bed of leaves you were raking.
When you wake it's late
and your mother is standing over you,
scolding you
because you forgot to do your chores.
Get sick.
Get very, very sick
be a leper, catch a contagious disease.
Gather as many illnesses as you need to
as those who are blessed with many afflictions
are lucky.
Each illness has its own spiritual family,
and lucky are you who have many homes to go to.
Then get well.
Get so well that you become the healer
get so close to your beloved Lord
that every breath out is a prayer
and every breath in is a hymn
every step that falls is a walk
of holiness.
So that everywhere you look
there is a healing that leaves no illness behind
because you are the child of the very first Healer.
Be one, be one, be one.
Be the drop in the sea.
Then, realize that God is an ocean
and you are a drop
then, become a puddle
then swell into a river
then be a deep lake on the very top of the mountain.
Then.
Get bigger and bigger and bigger
until one day you wake up
and remember
that God exists throughout all water running,
and you are just a drop inside the endless ocean.
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