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This coming week is National Mental Health Care week.
You can do your part by remembering to contact at least one unstable person to show you care.

The Wailing Wall

A female CNN journalist heard about a very old Jewish man who had been going the the Wailing Wall to pray, twice a day, every day, for a long, long time.

So she went to check it out. She went to the Wailing Wall and there he was walking slowly up to the holy site. She waited him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane in a very slow fashion, she approached him for an interview...

"Pardon me Sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name?"

"Maury Fishbein." he replied.

"Sir, how long have you been coming to the Wailing Wall and praying?"

"For about 60 years." he stated.

"60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?"

"I pray for peace between the christians, Jews and the Muslims. I pray for all the wars and hatred to stop. I pray for all our children to grow up safely as responsible adults, and to love their fellow man!"

"How do you feel after doing this for 60 years?" she asked her final question.

"I feel like I'm talking to a fuckin' wall." he bluntly barked.

HAHAHA

Just in case you are having a rough day, here is a stress management technique recommended in all the latest psychological journals. The funny thing is that it really does work and will make you smile.

1. Picture yourself lying on your belly on a warm rock that hangs out over a crystal clear stream.

2. Picture yourself with both your hands dangling in the cool running water.

3. Birds are sweetly singing in the cool mountain air.

4. No one knows your secret place.

5. You are in total seclusion from that hectic place called the world.

6. The soothing sound of a gentle water fall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.

7. The water is so crystal clear that you can easily make out the face of the person you are holding underwater.

There!! See? It really does work. You're smiling already. Feel free to forward this if you know others who might benefit from this technique...

An Unquiet Mind

right now i'm reading An Unquiet Mind (a memoir of moods and madness) by Dr. Kay Redfield Jamison. its about a professor of psychiatry battle with her own Manic-Depressive Disorder. im about half way thru in a night. its very captivating and rather frightening because i understand it all to well because im manic-depressive too. but anyway, i have to transcribe this paragraph because it struck so close to home it stopped my speed reading in my tracks. as any of my friends well know im a music fanatic, i drownd myself in it. this is so familiar and nearly a daily practice of mine. anyway.... the quote is as follows....

"My awareness and experience of sounds in general and music in particular were intense. Individual notes from a horn, an oboe, or a cello became exquisitely poignant. I heard each note alone, all notes together, and then each and all with piercing beauty and clarity. I felt as though I were standing in the orchestra pit; soon, the intensity and sadness of classical music became unbearable to me. I became impatient with the pace, as well as overwhelmed by the emotion. I switched abruptly to rock music, pulled out my Rolling Stones albums, and played them as loud as possible. I went from cut to cut, album to album, matching mood to music, music to mood. Soon my rooms were further strewn with records, tapes, and album jackets as I went on my way in search of the perfect sound. The chaos in my mind began to mirror the chaos of my rooms; I could no longer process what I was hearing; I became confused, scared, and disoriented. I could not listen for more than a few minutes to any particular piece of music; my behavior was frenetic, and my mind more so."

kayaking is fun!

the FAGGOT drug!

i loathe this shit and its taking over!

Kill For the jesus!

fireflies will be our only light in heaven

I wish I was a glow worm
A glow worms never glum
Cause how can you be grumpy
when the sun shines out your bum

My Sisters

i would like to introduce you to my lovely sisters!

left to right, top to bottom.

Loraze Pam
Diaze Pam
Alproazo Pam
Clonaze Pam

they make me happy when im sad. :)

Holocaust Survivor Leaving US

This is sad, please read this and repost it everywhere!

Monday, May 02 2005 @ 03:02 PM PDT
Contributed by: Joey Picador

One of our neighbors is moving. I've been in this neighborhood for about six
years now, but didn't really know them very well at all - just waves and
nods, mostly.

So I heard the moving van pull up this morning. When I got home this evening
I happened to spy my neighbor (he's like 85 years old - I don't know
exactly, but he's old, talks and moves very slowly) standing on the sidewalk
next to the van. I walked over and shook his hand, and we started talking. I
asked him where he was moving, and he said, "Back to Germany."

I had been stationed in Germany for two years while in the military, so I
lit up, and commented about how beautiful the country was, and inquired if
he was going back because he missed it.

"No," he answered me. "I'm going back because I've seen this before." He
then commenced to explain that when he was a kid, he watched with his family
in fear as Hitler's government committed atrocity after atrocity, and no one
was willing to say anything. He said the news refused to question the
government, and the ones who did were not in the newspaper business much
longer. He said good neighbors, people he had known all his life, turned
against his family and other Jews, grabbing on to the hate and superiority
"as if they were starved for it" (his words).

He said he was too old to see it happen right in front of his eyes again,
and too old to do anything about it, so he was taking his family back to
Europe on Thursday where they would be safe from George W. Bush and his
neocons. He seemed resolute, but troubled, nonetheless, as if being too
young on one end and too old on the other to fight what he saw happening was
wearing on him.

I gotta tell you - it was chilling. I let him talk, and the whole time, my
gut was churning, like I had mutated butterflies in my stomach. When he was
finished, he shook my hand, gripping it really hard, until his knuckles
turned white and he was shaking. He looked me in the eyes, hard, and said,
"I will pray for your family and your country." He let go of my hand and
hobbled away.

I have related this event to you in the hopes it will serve as a cautionary
anecdote about the state of our Union, and to illustrate the path we
Americans are being led down by a group of fanatics bent on global economic
and military dominion. When a man who survived the fruits of fascism decides
its time to leave THIS country because he's seeing the same patterns that
led to the Holocaust and other Nazi horrors beginning to form here, it is
time for us to recognize the underlying evil inherent in the actions of
those who claim they work for all Americans, and for all mankind. And it is
incumbent upon all Americans, Red and Blue, Republican and Democrat, to stop
them.

____________
Justice For None.
http://justicefornone.com//article.php/20050527204356114

Random Pix Update

shitty hand held point n shoot fireworks pix and Mamma Nelly and her babies.

more on your freedom....

self evident by ani difranco

(inspired by the WTC disaster)

yes,
us people are just poems
we're 90% metaphor
with a leanness of meaning
approaching hyper-distillation
and once upon a time
we were moonshine
rushing down the throat of a giraffe
yes, rushing down the long hallway
despite what the p.a. announcement says
yes, rushing down the long stairs
with the whiskey of eternity
fermented and distilled
to eighteen minutes
burning down our throats
down the hall
down the stairs
in a building so tall
that it will always be there
yes, it's part of a pair
there on the bow of noah's ark
the most prestigious couple
just kickin back parked
against a perfectly blue sky
on a morning beatific
in its indian summer breeze
on the day that america
fell to its knees
after strutting around for a century
without saying thank you
or please

and the shock was subsonic
and the smoke was deafening
between the setup and the punch line
cuz we were all on time for work that day
we all boarded that plane for to fly
and then while the fires were raging
we all climbed up on the windowsill
and then we all held hands
and jumped into the sky

and every borough looked up when it heard the first blast
and then every dumb action movie was summarily surpassed
and the exodus uptown by foot and motorcar
looked more like war than anything i've seen so far
so far
so far
so fierce and ingenious
a poetic specter so far gone
that every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling
over 'oh my god' and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on
and i'll tell you what, while we're at it
you can keep the pentagon
keep the propaganda
keep each and every tv
that's been trying to convince me
to participate
in some prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution
perpetuate retribution
even as the blue toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution
is still hanging in the air
and there's ash on our shoes
and there's ash in our hair
and there's a fine silt on every mantle
from hell's kitchen to brooklyn
and the streets are full of stories
sudden twists and near misses
and soon every open bar is crammed to the rafters
with tales of narrowly averted disasters
and the whiskey is flowin
like never before
as all over the country
folks just shake their heads
and pour

so here's a toast to all the folks who live in palestine
afghanistan
iraq

el salvador

here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation
under the stone cold gaze of mt. rushmore

here's a toast to all those nurses and doctors
who daily provide women with a choice
who stand down a threat the size of oklahoma city
just to listen to a young woman's voice

here's a toast to all the folks on death row right now
awaiting the executioner's guillotine
who are shackled there with dread and can only escape into their heads
to find peace in the form of a dream

cuz take away our playstations
and we are a third world nation
under the thumb of some blue blood royal son
who stole the oval office and that phony election
i mean
it don't take a weatherman
to look around and see the weather
jeb said he'd deliver florida, folks
and boy did he ever

and we hold these truths to be self evident:
#1 george w. bush is not president
#2 america is not a true democracy
#3 the media is not fooling me
cuz i am a poem heeding hyper-distillation
i've got no room for a lie so verbose
i'm looking out over my whole human family
and i'm raising my glass in a toast

here's to our last drink of fossil fuels
let us vow to get off of this sauce
shoo away the swarms of commuter planes
and find that train ticket we lost
cuz once upon a time the line followed the river
and peeked into all the backyards
and the laundry was waving
the graffiti was teasing us
from brick walls and bridges
we were rolling over ridges
through valleys
under stars
i dream of touring like duke ellington
in my own railroad car
i dream of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches
in a grand station aglow with grace
and then standing out on the platform
and feeling the air on my face

give back the night its distant whistle
give the darkness back its soul
give the big oil companies the finger finally
and relearn how to rock-n-roll
yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is waiting there
so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the streets
and clear the air
get our government to pull its big dick out of the sand
of someone else's desert
put it back in its pants
and quit the hypocritical chants of
freedom forever

cuz when one lone phone rang
in two thousand and one
at ten after nine
on nine one one
which is the number we all called
when that lone phone rang right off the wall
right off our desk and down the long hall
down the long stairs
in a building so tall
that the whole world turned
just to watch it fall



and while we're at it
remember the first time around?
the bomb?
the ryder truck?
the parking garage?
the princess that didn't even feel the pea?
remember joking around in our apartment on avenue D?

can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change their design
following a fantastical reversal of the new york skyline?!

it was a joke, of course
it was a joke
at the time
and that was just a few years ago
so let the record show
that the FBI was all over that case
that the plot was obvious and in everybody's face
and scoping that scene
religiously
the CIA
or is it KGB?
committing countless crimes against humanity
with this kind of eventuality
as its excuse
for abuse after expensive abuse
and it didn't have a clue
look, another window to see through
way up here
on the 104th floor
look
another key
another door
10% literal
90% metaphor
3000 some poems disguised as people
on an almost too perfect day
should be more than pawns
in some asshole's passion play
so now it's your job
and it's my job
to make it that way
to make sure they didn't die in vain
sshhhhhh....
baby listen
hear the train?

PiercedFairyX's address to the nation, on this, The 4th of July...

Eleven score and Two years ago, our fathers brought forth a new nation conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal--- except that is for Homosexuals, Aliens, the Sick and Poor, and god-forsake, innocent Native Americans, whom we've raped and murdered in the name of our own self-serving hypocrisy. Then came Ronald Regan and his NEW WORLD ORDER and the fucking BUSHES to further push the momentum!!! And now it is a battle for a world of Christian Morality which is subsidized by multi-million dollar corporations whom pay into the regime for liberty and justice for the elite of the wealthy. Whom use the media as social shield to keep the unsuspecting public fooled and inert to the fact that our original constitution shrinks in size with every bill passed. Further distraction is added by the feeding of fear and intimidation of the publics safety through selected and censored news stories of murder and mayhem. I wonder when the 6 O'Clock news is going to come forward and release the details the North American National Identification Card Act which is being process as you sit and watch your fireworks. I'll stop with my diatribe now, I could on for pages and pages of the contradictions that this country represents. Just please try to remember,

"You're Being Lied To!"

fuck off...

Happy day of tyranny and injustice for all our innocent Native Americans! America is the home of the hypocrites!