the black forest is my church

imagine if you had one hundred hectares of black forest shrubland and for a spiritual ceremony everyone on fullmoon traipsed about,sacredly?
that beats most any cathedral

how being in the air in a tiny airship could make a person doubt her own sobriety

viewed this(excellent trower 'in this place' soundtrack after some introductory insights) youtube vid on Haleakala Crater and how , in my interpret, one of the presenters says, to paraphrase, that he was so frightened going up the hill road to the crater that he doubted his own sobriety/nicotine free lifestyle(known as 'no mental defense against that first drink') and i thought: DO I relate to that .
this one time i was walkering to the job, and i espied this can of beer(empty) in the wakway (the strip of lawn between sidewalk and curb/gutter) and thought
Why, that bottle (can actually, see I was impinged and unhinged in part already..) couldn't hurt me at all.
SO when i got to the office, i uncharacterstically awakend a pal(i worked early then)
and told him the good news: a twelve ounce can of beer couldn't hurt me.)
bless him, he told me promptly i was insane, to tell the boss i felt sick and needed the morning off, and he was gonna come pick me up in ten minutes, regardless
and that i was completley off my moorings
which i was
and he gently(about as gently as a protologist)
told me in procession how the cow ate the cabbage
and i awakened from my sleeping beauty applewine trance
unscathed
and awiser
beer never made me any smarter

how-to-rewrite-your-own-life

how to rewirte my ownlife?
well, it would seem i would
go raw foods
lseep more
release and accept others from my circe of circe's hairpainbadday
and just sobernotsomber be

CLIFF KLINGENHAGEN is the poem of my soul's healing

see, i'm an alcoholic
so e.a.robinson knew that us recovering weedeheads andwinoettes mustn't believe in the allureglamour of what for us is like sugar to a chronic diatetic
and that poemsongis sublime

no weed for the steed

fellow who isinto weed wanted to rap but told him look i'm no longer smoking that stuff been quite some time and it was poisonous for me just like booze was
so you know me i don't like to hurt folks' feelings and all but just had to say
NOPE and will figure he'll forget the 'slight' which was not intended but no way am I going to go to some amsterdam weed store and all that
might as well hopper out into the channel, yah

the paintlings grew

and the greed stoppered: whiling no longer on
how come no one loves my art
now its giving it away and smiling like old cliffhanger klingenhagen
much love all the sway,sashay
release the leashered cache,yea yea yea,'eh?

tox screams, incremental paranoiac

had to give a urine tox screen at the employment and woman, it was like it started my paranoia up.i'm like "what if" all aover the place
clean and sober for quite some time now(never long enough, but satisfatory for today,'eh?)
it still frosts and frightens the little girl within
the 'what if they get my screen mixered up with some eles's and it is positive?"
what if the minutiate amnt of opiates in those 'everything on 'em' bagels(poopy seeds,y'see?) gives me a crosss-reactivity and they don't opt to conduct a gas chormotograpy/mass specter on it?

'course, in the end, never heard a thing
whichi is the news i wantered anyhows