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the strand of hair that floats in front of her eye, laughing next to me in the car, smiling the beautiful happiness that permeates the air the contrast between normalacy of everyday life and that good naturdness, that trueness without phony pretenses
We miss the song of creation. Haven't heard it for quite a while.
Oh, and that marky thing too.
Mark!!!!!!!!!!!!
can one focus any unfocused thoughts? is intelligence merely intellectual organization, or is there something more primal, more deep seated?
Where does creativity start and end? can one have original thoughts? What happends when everyone around you is only repeating your own thoughts pakc to you? Do they have villains in utopias?
what can a question ever answer? is language a sufficient form of thought, or are we wasting our breathless words?
Perhaps the ultimate proof that no one is dreaming is suicide... if you wake up after you put a bullet or two in your head i guess you'll know you weren't dreaming, now won't you?
What do the icebreakers all have in common?
Do those who have an intimate responsibility towards others have a different outlook on life? Do they have several perceptory glances at the meaning of it all? Perhaps they couldn't even percieve the needed things, the required attributes, the necessary indicators.
could society exist without outcasts?
Why is it that when literature seems to die out, society seems about to crumble? Is this a theme throughout history or merely in roman, greek and other ancient times? Is it a cause, an effect, or a self-perpetuating cycle of the nonsense which comes out of our education systems? Is it merely another overanalyzed overfunded undercritisized research institution in which normal thoughts are rejected as a matter of course simply because if there wasn't something new, they couldn't very well call it research, now could they?
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Originally Posted by Bongitybongbong
hey, sorry, got lucky with my parents jobs, I was talking about Bangladesh, though its likely to be all of south asai, before dvds came out we got vhs, pirated usually very very bad copies in tanzania for about a buck or two apeice, didn't even have to get out the car to buy em!
well that doesn't explain your apparent insufficiency in that several yellow ribbons which attire the telephone pole on southeast and orchard street where the freeway meets the happy smiley sign that was going to be a very important intersection for cars traveling to and from oblivion
apperent insufficiency, i didn't know that i had one!
isn't it funny how everyone assumes its all about them?
:-)
*** yawn ***
smegulllllll....is tired!
But golem may be awake thinking of nasty wayses he can hurt the forum.
Shhh..we would never hurt anyone...We only need sleep but the fat man is mean to us..
It's "The fat hobbit is mean to us," not man.
indeed bongity has that write...... right :P
Yes he is. Ha!
and that's called gloating!
Gloating is good when you're perfect like me.
So I says to the guy, "Hey man, are you gonna eat that ?"
and it turns out, his wife had already seen that movie...
the reminders of the killer little things that kill are eating away at my brain again, love and hate, mix them up because they are so intertwined when things get emotional and the definition of insanity is to think things are the way they aren't despite constant proof, and i am definately insane because i insist on believing someone's out there for me, despite it all, those terrible squirrel chasing dogs that have the goofy grin on their face, without reserve, they chase the squirrels as if its a better purpose in life than all we have to go through.
there is someone out there for everyone as long as they are willing to let that person into their lives and make things work.
work is for the people who have the pencils shoved up their noses on the daily basis, as they search through the status reports for the big status report collector in the sky, who eats all thee 3.1451 divided by e is definately going to help me tomorrow morning with the copier machine, which jams faster than strawberry feilds forever in this indecipherable paradigm of clashing societies where some choose not to wear deoderant and thats ok if its just for their culture, and we don't mind if they smell like frozen monkeys in a decomposing cellar.
*blink*
*yawn*
as if someone doesn't get the last word.
as if........
last words are definately the spark point of creative genious and creative moronitivity yes i just did make up a word as if thats such a bad thing, shakespeare did it all the time, you stupid critics so get off my back because the silverback gorilla warfare aren't going to take the stinger missiles from the concussion based tie fighters with delving into the themes of blackjacks and other lead pipe materials.
So.....if the monkeys are frozen, but the cellar is decomposing.......is there an odour? And if an odour exists, is it the smell of a frozen monkey, which I assumed would emit little odour other than the smell given off by a piece of ice, of does one detect the odour of a decaying cellar......and what the heck would a cellar in the throes of decay smell like? what is the cellar made from?.....does it have a dirt floor?.....a decaying, rotten wood floor?.......a fungus covered concrete floor?......does the cellar therefore smell like decaying ice...?
I saw this guy carying this heavy couch up these stairs, and he looked like he could use some help, so I walked up to him and said "hey man want a hand with that", now he just rolled his eyes and said "Nooooo, I want you to cut off my arms and legs with a chainsaw"...so I did. And he was all mad after he was like "hey man I was being sarcastic!", oh great, like how was I to know! :D
All right Stan!!
the grotesque nature of the celebrated celebrex is the perversion of pure sixties songs into destroyed cababilities by posing bands of freeloading entrepaneuers who can't even teach today's young people the correct spelling of certain words didn't become mainstream until the late fifteen hundreds and beyond the earth in the atmosphere lies the creature of the abyss-mally frightening to the children who have never even though t about their place in this world, for we must find a place for them, fit them into their own little niche or they might run wild and free like the buffalo herds that wild bill shot down from his p-47 behind enemy lines.
hey, i like not knowing my place... i make it as i go... off to change the world, the wonderful world of earth *singing down the muddy dirt road off to tiny village in the middle of nowhere... now thats heaven*
Heaven, the place where creamcheese is made!
with garlic and herbs?
yes! garlic and herb creamcheese...or salmon creamcheese...dang, now I gotta go eat breakfast...again! :D
garlic and herb creamcheese topped with smoked salmon on a bagel!! :drooling smilie:
NOW thats heaven! :D
I am so bored, I read every thread here when I'm bored. this is the first time I post on this thread though, mainly because I am really pissed off and I want someone to know about it.......you should hope I won't do this often cause it gets boring and happens a lot.
oh... hope you cheer up, go have a piece of heaven, that worked for the others...
I'm so hyper today....nah nah nah nah...nah nah nah nah... hey hey hey... goodbye!
I leave the mark of the night owl, the lonely soul, the prayer of the dead, and the kiss of fright. May you all have pleasant dreams.