Re: Refreshed

My grandmother is extremely pragmatic, tough, and no whining. She recently told me its over for her and from her resolve and pragmatism comes strength we all ought have to just face the end. Its easy for me because the reaper has been in my face enough times that I have no fear any longer of really anything except being kidnapped and tortured, and before that will ever happen I'll make sure blood flows that isn't of mine. Death is like the pharmacy industry. All our lives we're brainwashed into some beliefe system, like cars and houses and shiny jewelries are important, that there is no cure for cancer, etc., Throw all that crap away, never let these people mould me - ever. They don't know what the H they're talking about, they're just parroting some nonsense they read in the Enquirer.

Talk to god. Let me share something. I consider god as my friend. When I have friends, I tell them jokes. Last spring, I spoke with my perception of god and told a joke that had come to my mind which was funny, and I thought my friend should hear it. After telling it, I asked what she thought. No reply of course, the silent treatment. I asked her to sometime, if it wasn't too much trouble, to tell me a joke back. Dangit if that night I didn't wake up in my sleep laughing out loud, realized what had happened and just laid there, amazed.

but should I have really been amazed ? If one has a friend, they should treat them like a friend, and telling jokes among friends is a chummy thing to do, don't you think ? Some of these people around me are so moulded, like little barbies and kens with a string hanging out of their back and an empty skull when it comes to creative thought. Its the Fluoride and Television. Its not their fault. Or isn't it ?