Happiness is a:
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cup of coffee
mellow eye
yawning cat
warm gun
soft sweater
cold lover's ass
sharp pencil
clear aisle
blank rain
grey day
shivering snow
burnt photograph
lover's lament
broken heart
bare breast
welcome mat
cloud in th eshape of your dead uncle who always gave you his two cents on life and love and death and hate and everything inbetween but now he's gone and somewhere that you can't explain or begin to think about because your mind is so fucked up because of a girl that smiles and talks to you and makes you feel like flirting and writing a hundred songs in one hour even if only half of them are good.
add some, you people that i don't know...
mellow eye
yawning cat
warm gun
soft sweater
cold lover's ass
sharp pencil
clear aisle
blank rain
grey day
shivering snow
burnt photograph
lover's lament
broken heart
bare breast
welcome mat
cloud in th eshape of your dead uncle who always gave you his two cents on life and love and death and hate and everything inbetween but now he's gone and somewhere that you can't explain or begin to think about because your mind is so fucked up because of a girl that smiles and talks to you and makes you feel like flirting and writing a hundred songs in one hour even if only half of them are good.
add some, you people that i don't know...
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Functional Depression (Reject)
September 30, 2002
But depression is the chic disorder du jour
I think they sweeten Coca Cola with Celexa
to keep us dependent on commercials
for happiness when we're alone
2006 - Leeds Festival
2007 - London
2009 - Manchester / London
2010 - Berlin
2012 - Manchester I / Manchester II / EV Manchester
i disagree with this
people aren't happy when they go along with everythign and consume consume consume and wear all the right things and say al the write htings they are just doing what they think they should...it's not happiness and i'm not sure what it is...
and its sad that people think that depression is "cool" and "in" and i agree that it probably is, but if people actually had it they wouldn't want it...it is a bane and the worst and best feeling in the world...
Take the majority of people living in Western Civilization and drop them in Kenya. How happy are they? We've become dependent on these things for our happiness. Some is culture shock. Some is the loss of the identities we've created for ourselves. We don't know what to do with ourselves if not downing fast food and channel surfing, generally speaking.
of course...
but take the majority of people living in Kenya that haven't been Westernized and drop them in teh middle of Western culture and you have much teh same affect...they would be without things that they feel they need...
i used to get all worked up over all this commercialization and industrialization and economic imperialism stuff but really as much as it would be a good thing to pull back teh reigns a little or even a lot it really couldn't be done because too much of teh world's population is part of this consum-consume culture now...this is the world we live in and maybe its a sad scary place but also maybe you just have to live oyur life the way that you want to and if that means buying some things and not others or buying everythign or buying nothing then so be it, but you can't change people's minds about things because most people won't listen to you...its kind of depressing but you just have to put your ideas out there and hope people listen because if you try to change their ways you're really no better then them trying to change your ways...and now i have to stop this because i'm starting to make no sense...
Nah, you make perfect sense. And I think you're 100% right. And I also still think, in light of all you said, that happiness is pop culture comforts.
i know for a fact that i am not 100% right,
but at least you don't disagree
so i don't have to kill you
yes, happiness is what makes you comfortable and safe
You are 100% right. Except for that part where you say you're not 100% right... but it still rounds to 100%.
Don't challenge me, boy. You mess with the bull, you get the horns!
you're right i am bigger the Jesus
You and the Beatles.
that first sip of fresh strong coffee
bundling in a cozy robe after a fragrant bath
candlelight evening
soft skin and clean hair
re-reading snappy language with glee
looking at old photos, time captured on paper with colors and shapes to remind, i always find that odd
a simple card from loved ones
aching muscles because it proves my body exists
knowing people aren't really that stupid, even thought the government thinks we are
having sight, taste, smell, touch, hearing
being able to walk, move, talk
happiness is being alive at this point on the wheel of life
nothing else really matters
Approximately 1:45 am Thursday, May 16, 2002, when you saw Yoda whip out that lightsaber for the first time.
Approximately 10:50 pm Thursday, June 12, 2003, when Eddie gets to the "woooh-uh-huh...yeah-uh-huh...mmm-ow-uh-huh...yeah, uh-huh...YEAH-YEAH-YEAH-YEAH" part of Alive and you find yourself outside yourself doing things you wouldn't normally do like sloshing and slushing and gushing in the rain and mud of Verison Wireless Amphitheatre and swinging from the branches of a nearby tree and noticing that wet branches make more rain and people think you're drunk but you've never had a drink in your life and you don't sprain anything jumping around that much.
Knowing that at Midnight on June 13, 2003, you can start watching all ten Friday the 13th movies because that's your tradition.
Writing something that someone will read.
happiness is being in the company of those you love,
being able to sing and dance around like a loon until you collapse with exhaustion,
a good laugh,
and a well needed cry,
fresh bed covers, and pillows,
a warm hug, a long kiss, a smile
having long discussions with people like me, and like most of you.
is found in the the quiet moments
that don't make a vulgar display for attention
happiness is
a soft damp kiss on the neck
a contented sigh
cafe au lait skin
pommegranates
the scent of jasmine and lavendar hovering under the ancient oak canopy over the city square in savannah
the sound of a heartfelt laugh
old friends that just met
imagining a billowing cape and a brilliant codpiece
the smell of warm cinammon
the taste of a lover
a dream built together
the flutter of eyelashes on naked skin
puddle jumping
eyes so blue as the glaciers in alaska
stillness of a snowfall
a secret sacred place
believing in foolish things
making love to the moon
sleeping soundly
the fire of autumn
any shade of the color purple
comfort during the silences
love, love, and ever so much more love
happiness is passing someone on the street,
at some point in your life,
that you have shared a lot with,
but don't know at all
an interconnectedness you hadn't even the imagination
to consider as possible
and the comfort of knowing you aren't so alone anymore
or that maybe all along you never really were
Jim Carrol
Bertrand Russell (1872 - 1970)
Jim Carrol
Happiness is gleaming eyes in the moonlight
Happiness is comfort, care, trust, and share.
~Jeff Ament
~Jeff Ament
"Spirited aWAy"
My god I am messed up
I moved from the 9th to the 8th circle of hell. Before you know it I will be living in the first cirlce and I will own you.
Just say NO to Bush.
Vote Kerry! Save your freedom of speech and other various frredoms!
happiness,
the stars amidst the space
the gravity we use
to propel us to the next place
i'm not a writer today...
wash your mouth out with SPANK