Nothing confuses or upsets beasts more than man's search for God. 

Prayer is not about seeking an unknowable God, but about reaching beyond our selves, our indentifications, with all our emotion, to strike a chord that resounds even when we are gone.

I want to write and record a Jewish parody of Van Halen's old song "Running with the Devil" about the holiday of Passover... it'll be like 

Running with the matzah... hide the Afikoman, then jump on your dreidel and ride!!!!

If you've got the Netflixxy streamy video subscriptiony thingy over there by you, check out the show "The IT Crowd", start with episode 1, I guaranbooglywooglyteradyctylputtytatee tell you, you'll be hooked. All Netflix really needs is a button to remove laugh tracks.

Okay so I'm going to say something completely normal right now.  Ready?  Ok.  

Sometimes I look into my cup of coffee and see ripples as if someone is invisibly swimming in my coffee, and then I remember how sometimes when I'll be busy working I'll look up and see my cat sitting there just staring at me as if he's been staring at me for hours, like that girl from Paranormal Activity, but Paranormal Catctivity... so it's like that when I look into my cup of coffee, and then I naturally think, oh there's an angel swimming in my coffee like a jacuzzi, then I drink it and grow wings.   That's normal, right?

What if God is real and we're all living in a giant illusion, like a 3-dimensional role playing game... run on the best servers, updated in real time... where every action is on display... written down in the Akashic Records for all time, to be replayed, displayed, puzzled over by aliens, Gods, ghosts, and ancestors... what legacy will you leave for them?  How do you want to be remembered?

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Suffering. To require, to desire, to feel yourself a bottle whose body lays empty, or nary two drops to wet the lips. To long for an others to kiss. To remember and know no more. In the darkness, where the hum of machines keep time, and moments can be pointed at one by one like ants in a line. Touch, finger to finger, that is divine, a gift to give another time, and you here to rest, comforted and fine.

Many years ago I had a vision of a woman in a long white robe leading my cat up a glowing spiral staircase in the sky... it was the day he died... I don't believe this proves that heaven or hell exists, but I do prefer the heavenly vision to the latter, and am thankful on days I can let them inspire me to create that promise right here on Earth.

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Obama made the same promise that every other president in the last 50 years has made, which is getting off foreign oil... every single president has used that line to get re-elected, and not a single one has followed through. Sorry Obama, I'm not looking for a guy who says what people want/need to hear, I know your track record, it's not the worst, it's not the best, but in the end you gave in like all the rest. Then add on to that you signed NDAA, declared war on medical marijuana, lay in bed with Wallstreet, not Mainstreet, and that's hope and change I simply cannot believe in.

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So I figured out how to fix Facebook chat:

1) Click on the chat settings cog bottom right of facebook
2) Click on Limit availability
3) Make sure "Make me unavailable to" is selected, and all boxes are unchecked.
If you have "Only make me available to" selected, even if all boxes are checked, chat will show everyone as offline.

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I want to become a mad scientist, and then the first hybrid genetic splicing creature experiment I will perform is to create a bumblebear, which is essentially a grizzlybear with wings and a bee stinger. I mean why not? Bears like honey... this could revolutionize the world, and solve the whole bee problems! Just replace them with bears!

I lay on a life raft in a mouse maze, homes are gravestones in a suburban cemetery, where trees are granted a one inch square living space, we shave the world like we shave our face, kill the deer, kill the bird, kill the fly, dominate and create new nature, murder the indigenous nature just as we murdered the indigenous people. Cement band-aids cover a planet riddled with sadomasochistic wounds. The sun is a pill, the moon a skull's cold eyesocket. I am wild life, I am nature, I am earth. What did you come with and what did they give you? Better question, what do you accept?

I keep my rain clouds in the sky.

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We may forget faces, we may forget names, but the vibration of things forever remain.

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It's easier to be faithful to an idea than to a person, an idea will never leave you... alas, an idea is not reality.  An idea is a possibility, perhaps than faith is not what one should search for, perhaps faith is simply that which keeps us searching, searching for the ever longed for, and that which is searching is that which is searched for, so you see you don't need to search any longer, you're already here. 

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Any religion taken too far goes from a quest of God to a task for the Devil.

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Which came first, the chicken or the egg?  The egg of course, chicken takes much longer to cook!