Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Thanking God

This is one of my ways of thanking God. I try sometimes with with real people, but I usually get very sick.

I try to avoid watching domestic news nowadays. Makes me sick.

Still sick. Still have nausea. Still wonder too much. Not the Bible or the Koran or what someone said or wrote. God. Why one is here. Why there is death. How does knowledge come. Why I am not dead yet...

Cortisone Vs. Seratonin

Having that extra Seratonin causes one to be able to avoid snacking and eating too much, if you can keep your cortisone levels low.

Old trick. Bring up a more anger spirit arousing issue. Dok Island. No more mention of American beef.

For a time, I couldn't connect to music. That was strange.

Spent time imaging life as a panopticon prison. Then as a learning place where everyone is on the honor system, but they don't know it.

If one can measure it, it is a dimension. Time, space, mass, substance, knowledge, good, spirit...

I still get angry sometimes in my mind. I need to stop that. Sorta hard with assholes...

The Asshole Song. Jimmy Buffet. *. MLTR.

What did I write?

Thursday, July 10, 2008

More Info?

One exists in other dimensions and in these physical dimensions. And so on...

Wonder if I will recover about 95%?

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Recovering

Much pain. Much pain. Much headache. Much pain.
Some food. Prozac. Long acting sleeping pills.
Much pain. It may take a few more weeks to recover.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Cramps

A long time ago, in my right foot, leg and neck.
Now, atrophied everything. Stretching pains.

Garota De Ipanema. Happy Hour. Emir Deodato.

Spent time trying to do Earthly things with great pain. But recovering, I told the shrink.

Please ask God for me. Busy cleaning the office. Maybe, I'll get better in a few weeks...

The inner part of the toe is definitely connected to the neck. My left toes hurt too.

Good Riddance. Green Day. Disappear. INXS. *. Jackson Browne.

Tuesday, July 1, 2008

So, The Thing Is Not God?

Is it us? Are we part of it? Is God more?
6.6 billion. Maybe, there were more of us. And a fantastically numerous number of other things.

Don't Dream It's Over. Sixpence None The Richer.
Teach Your Children. CSNY.