Last day in this hell. I lay here in mourning. I guess a deathbed’s not so bad when it’s the only bed you’ve had. Well I’ve grown tired of choking sick while you whore around the city. I’m heading back to the city whoreless and happy.1
How little I require for happiness: a quiet day alone, spent without having to endure anyone’s nonsense; the feeling of efficacy as I write my book and finish my taxes; dancy, upbeat music to bounce to while I wander the city streets in sandals and a jacket, enjoying the chilly weather’s ability to wake me up and thinking fondly of the people I’ve met who’ve also preferred to give winter her chance to be felt fully — even if only for a moment.
Every time I am in such a good mood I find myself wishing we had a godless hymn of praise for life in English as simple and beautiful as the Muslim chant: “God is great”.
And, as of reminder why I prefer to avoid people, consider that searching Google for the phrase “God is great” returns as the first result,
Muslims rape children crying, “god is Great!”
Before beginning with the raping they always said “Allahu Akbar” (an islamic phrase in arabic meaning “God is great”. They were ferocious and brutal. …
www.jesus-is-lord.com/barbaric.htm
- The Sleeping : Questions And Answers : The Big Breakdown, Part 3 (The Escape)↩