What a beautiful planet…
What a rotten day…
What a golden moment…
What a disaster…
What a wonderful life…
What’s the use?
What am I doing here and who are all these strange people?
I wish you’d make up my mind, for me.
I can’t decide if I like it or not…
Walk with me and I will show you the sky
Walk with me and I will lead the way
Walk with me.
Walk with me because I hate to be alone….
Paper or plastic…
Have you ever really felt the sun on your face, I mean, felt it poke into each pore, make you eyebrows burn, make your eyelids turn pink and your mouth to turn up at the corners?
Have you ever picked a flower and committed murder?
Didn’t the roots look like fingers trying to reach and keep hold to the earth as you tore the flower child from mother…?
I heard a flower scream, once….in a dream.
Salt or pepper?
Have you ever shaken your fist at the sky because someone told you, a long time ago, that that’s where God lived…?
Did God see you?
Of course he did, you silly goose.
God see’s everything….
You just can’t see him….until you die….or if you’re a good person, definitely if you’re bad….or when you look into the eyes of your child.
That’s where innocence lives…
Chocolate chip or oatmeal?
Now….just add a dash of a terrible world a pinch of human interaction, and….VOILA!!
A little monster….
Get outta your head, man!
I’m gonna stand up and dance a little jig that I just made up.
I’m dancing because I want to change my attitude.
Don’t dance in the flowers, please.
You’ll kill ‘em.
I wonder if God thinks we’re flowers?
We need water, sunshine lots of bullshit for fertilizer, lots of room to spread and occasionally be burned to the ground or harvested…
Hmmp…I guess we are chaff to be spread into the wind, after all…Now that I think about it in a biblical way.
My feet stink…..need some odor eaters.
Are we flowers?
Are we weeds?
Are we doomed by apathy or neglect?
Are we promised an eternal life by the invisible guy that lives in a mansion in the sky?
Or, is he gonna push us into a burning lake after we are found guilty of saying “God-dammit” once when we saw that one thing that was jacked up and would have even made God say “Holy Shit…!”
How come we’re amazed at card tricks but never ponder a fish?
Why are we here?
What purpose does our existence serve?
There’s got to be a purpose to everything, right…..?
Well, you just go on believing that…
I “believe” there is a “purpose”….
If I water this flower, it will grow and give oxygen and food. That is the purpose….
If I believe in God, live justly and humbly…and with charity and love for my fellow man; I will live forever. That is MY purpose…
Who says so?
That guy in the sky?
But, what if I believe in God and want to live angrily and selfishly?
According to the “Book” I will still live forever; only it’ll be in fire and brimstone; according to “the book”.
I just thought of something….
What if “the book” had this in it…
“No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without the prior permission of the publisher.”
I guess that’s how we know God wanted us to have “the book” at no price, other than our eternal salvation or damnation, I mean…
Man would’ve never let royalties get wasted.
What if God had stamped that disclaimer on Adam and Eve….
I love coffee and everything it stands for…
That’s something to think about over your morning cup o joe….
That’s how you change your attitude and level of stress….
Think about crazy shit…
Think about, “Why do some flowers smell good and others stink?”
Kinda like people, huh?
Just think about how good your coffee is, where it was grown, how many burro’s hauled it down the mountain, did the coffee farmer trip over a root and shout “God, I hate growing coffee!”
Think about why God likes you so much but, still wants you to be nice to other people even when you haven’t had your coffee yet….
Man…growing coffee is an important job.
I made you think of something other than your life for a moment…
“This guy is nuttier than a squirrel turd”
Now go out there into the big wide world, shake your fist at the sky and say…
“Let’s do this thing!”
God likes to kick ass….