So what area of our life are you still pretty sure you can do a better job than God?

God rarely rides with me in my car. I dont much care for God's choice in porn either.
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  • shan...
    shan*wa*fair
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    Re: What? An order! I cant go through with it!

    Tue, June 10, 2008 - 12:38 PM
    hahahaha!

    i think the hardest thing in my life to turn over is parenting. they are "my" kids, they came from "my" body, and i'll take care of them thank you very much. duh, we're all god's kids and he is everything or nothing, but this is still one of the hardest ones for me. i can say that every time i have let them go in his care, things work out better, but it takes a lot of banging my head against the wall to get there for some reason.
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  • Re: What? An order! I cant go through with it!

    Tue, June 10, 2008 - 2:01 PM
    Would you ask a question that would allow me to generate a shorter list?
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    • Re: What? An order! I cant go through with it!

      Tue, June 10, 2008 - 7:49 PM
      Did you hear the sound of me gnashing my teeth at your question?

      HP can do a better job at everything. I just wish HP would do it already. I have blisters...
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      • Re: What? An order! I cant go through with it!

        Tue, June 10, 2008 - 9:19 PM
        Fear.

        Sort of like Jodie Foster in the movie Contact. They receive detailed exact specifications from HP's on how to build a spacecraft. NASA pretty much followed the plans with the exception of the addition of a chair. They assumed it was an oversight or a lack of vision on the superior beings part because clearly she needs something tangible to hold onto. They didn't trust that if she just let go, if they just designed it as it was laid out, she's be fine. Holding on nearly undoes her.

        www.youtube.com/watch

        It sounds tacky, but that's the one that grabs me by the throat.
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  • lisa...
    lisa the bloody
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    My god hath supplied me abunantly with porn

    Fri, June 13, 2008 - 1:20 PM
    my god thinks sex is a beautiful thing. my god wants me to get off as often as i would like. my god doesn't know the meaning of the word whore. my god doesn't think sex is dirty, wrong or bad. my god loves my bisexuality and made me that way. my god will never punnish me in any way for anything. i'm the one who punnishes me not god. love flows abundantly and unconditionally. when I come home crying at the end of the day because i can't fill that void. not with sex, chocolate, friends, all of those pretty shiny dangly things, that sparke until thyre in a bag in my car. when i'm so damnd lonley all i can do is cry but the tears won't come.....that's when my god fills me up inside and makes everything feel alright. You know I recal telling a love of mine all i want when i feel like this (with tears running down my face) is for someone to hold me, hug me and tell me everything is going to be alright. God does that for me. All I have to do is pray. tell god how i fell out of love with the world. then it washes over me. a sense of calm. a feeling that everything is ok when it's really not.

    Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
    Jerry lee lewis was the devil
    Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
    All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
    So there was only one thing that I could do
    Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long

    Ding dang a dong bong bing bong
    Ticky ticky thought of a gun
    Everytime I try to do it all now baby
    Am I on the run
    Why why why why why baby
    If its so evil then?
    Give me my time, with all my power
    Give it to me all again (wow)
    Ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong
    Every where I go

    Everytime you tell me baby
    When I settle down
    Got to get me a trailer park
    And hold my world around
    Why why why why?

    Ding ding donga dong dong ding dong
    Dingy dingy son of a gun
    Half my time I tell you baby
    Never am I all for sure
    Why why why why why baby
    Sicky sicky from within
    Everytime I stick my finger on in ya
    Youre a wild wild little town bitch
    Now how bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long
    Dingy a dingy dong a down

    Everytime you tell me baby
    When I settle down
    Got to get me a trailer park
    And hold my world around
    Why why why why?

    In my dang a ding a ding a ding dong
    A sticky sticky son of a gun
    Ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong
    Why why never know
    Why why wack a dong a dang ding dong
    Then you take it on the bill
    Ding dang dong dont dong
    Whoa!

    I wanna love ya!

    Why why why, why why darling
    Do you do you tell me to play?
    Half the time I talk about it all now baby
    You know what Im talkin about I said
    Why why why itll
    Ticky ticky ticky ticky
    Son of a gun
    Ding ding dong a bong bong bing bong
    Ticky ticky thought of a gun

    Bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong
    Binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong

    Bing bing bang a bong bong bing bing binga binga banga bong
    Bing bing bang a bang bang bing bong

    Aarrrhhhh...

    Ding dang a dang bong bing bong
    Ticky ticky thought of a gun
    Everytime I try to do it all now baby
    Am I on the run
    Why why why
    Itll ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky
    Dawn of a gun
    Bing bing bang a bong a bong bing bang a
    Ticky ticky thought of a gun
    Bing bip bip a bop bop boom bam
    Ticky ticky through the day

    If you got a doubt bout baby
    The memory is on the bed
    Why why why why why
    Darlin uh it dont know
    When my time is on
    Might tell me never do it on his own
    If my time was all as is yours
    Make me burn a wish
    When my time with you is brutish
    No Ill never not ever

    Why why why why why why baby heavy hell
    Alone and its here its this thunder
    The thunder oh thunder
    Oh!

    Jesus built my car
    Its a love affair
    Mainly jesus and my hot rod

    Yeah, fuck it!

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    • Dog
      Dog
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      Re: My god hath supplied me abunantly with porn

      Fri, June 13, 2008 - 2:24 PM
      Ministry is God??? Holy Fuck!

      I don't trust him completely with anything. The best I can muster on a good day is shared navigational duties. I'll ask his advice on all sorts of stuff, but I still question every goddamn bit of information I get from him. Sometimes, if I'm just fresh out of ideas, I'll actually try something he throws at me, but with a fair bit of skepticism and one hand on the wheel, just in case. I'm just that way, I guess.
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      • onearm
        onearm
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        Re: My god hath supplied me abunantly with porn

        Sun, June 15, 2008 - 7:27 AM
        Psalm 69 - How to succeed and how to suckeggs.

        I'm new to this group, forgive the interjection...

        I keep coming back to this:

        You can 1) operate your own brain, 2) attempt to operate someone else's brain, 3) allow someone else to operate your brain.

        I gave up 2 back in '04, trying to be chef and band leader and propagandist, etc. Even with my daughter, now - it's in god's hands. She's got a good noodle. She'll do fine.

        What I can't let go is the feeling that people are trying to control me, subtly, subconsciously - emotional blackmail, psychic debt-slavery. It's what happens when I think WITH my mind. This is the same mind that conjures up the imaginary smell of whisky on my coffee at 6 AM, saying, "Ah, but can you do THIS?" - that STILL thinks I can pound a jug of wine at my lunchbreak and feel super about it. This is the same mind that wants me to raid my father-in-law's backwoods guerilla cannabis garden on the way to work and show up forty minutes late and pie-eyed. It's not me operating my brain; it's my brain operating me.

        My god wants me to be happy. Why do I keep fighting it?

        "Think FOR your mind, not WITH your mind," I tell myself. I don't know. Maybe that's illusion, too.
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        • Re: My god hath supplied me abunantly with porn

          Mon, June 16, 2008 - 5:54 PM
          No forgiveness needed, we're all welcome here!

          I love the list of the 1, 2 and 3.

          I'm so bossy, I'm still working on no. 2. I'm way better but I have my moments when I'm impossible.

          I have a terrible time with allowing someone else to operate my brain. It got pretty mucked up with during my childhood so it's fairly easy for someone to scope out and push the magic buttons. I go through periods where it is easier and it gets hard when I'm in dysfunctional situations. I can only see the forest for a limited time before I fall victim to a tree. It's weird but in some ways I am less controlled than I have ever been and in others I'm as bad as I was when I first got sober. My new spiritual program on the matter is the vision of Johnny Depp in Charlie and The Chocolate Factory, saying to the bratty kid, You're mumbling, I can't hear you.
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