You tryin to tell me something mem???
BB
OOH...very sly
dear crazy-as-bat-sh*t-lady: .
yes, i have rope.
no, you can not have my rope.
You tryin to tell me something mem???
BB
OOH...very sly
ever want to speak to them , i was only a study but i thought it very odd and judgemental to not even look at them and i used to think what are they so scared of if they have the truth , i did not buy the satan stuff about them at all , cult , was what sprung to mind and started my doubts
I saw a mess in 1978 in California. They had rented a blimp and flew over for all 8 days. (I think it was 8)
1/2 way through it and i must say wow!.
have any of you read henry millers works.... now that is a thing to remember...and sleep on.
lol (or not sleep on).
I figured I could at least expose myself to almost any IDEA and survive.
Isn't that the truth?
He can be shocking and yet it is so nitty gritty raw. I just gobble his writings up!
And his letters to Anias Nin... SWOON. (I think that is what you might call it)
ever want to speak to them , i was only a study but i thought it very odd and judgemental to not even look at them and i used to think what are they so scared of if they have the truth , i did not buy the satan stuff about them at all , cult , was what sprung to mind and started my doubts
Nobody ever looks at me they just act like I'm not there, not even my mom ha ha ha
Do you stand outside assemblies?
Oh and also...There were always a ton in Amarillo TX. I was so curious!
dear crazy-as-bat-sh*t-lady: .
yes, i have rope.
no, you can not have my rope.
You know what I noticed? All the really 'sick' peeps have responded to this! lol I love you guys!
i never knew or heard of anyone, and remember many, many members of congregations who clearly ate much more than they needed to for health.
since the bible lumps gluttons with other "sinners" such as fornicatiors, why does wtbts not prosecute gluttons?
perhaps elders meetings aren't as much fun when you only get to ask questions like "what did you eat next?
I laughed so hard at this post. It is very true..not something that is regulated as quickly as sex.
ever have one of those really weird moments?
part melancholy...fleeting and just weird.
it's like certain uncontrollable elements come together to create an overwhelming sadness...or maybe it's just the caffeine.. so here i am sitting in a starbucks, in one of the comfy seats...been here since opening at 6am...when all of sudden i'm reading the post by uzzah, listening to the starbucks channel play georgia on my mind by ray charles...followed by i left my heart in san francisco...fighting back tears to no avail....and everything around me is hazy.
from the gospel of Deputy Dawg
I kind of like that phrase!
dear crazy-as-bat-sh*t-lady: .
yes, i have rope.
no, you can not have my rope.
Say guys..I saw this:
"East BumbleF*ck on the coldest day of the year",
and I think I need to find a way to use that in a sentence today.
Glad to share the laugh!
Don't knock my Ducks Down.
Whats 'dis do?
Go ahead punk, make me play.
1/2 way through it and i must say wow!.
have any of you read henry millers works.... now that is a thing to remember...and sleep on.
lol (or not sleep on).
I found this interesting:
The last twenty years of Miller's life, spent in Pacific Palisades, were humbling ones. His body slowly deteriorated, yet his wit and artistic capabilities stayed in tact. Miller spent much of his time reflecting on his turbulent life with interviewers and close friends. When often questioned about writing he has said, "It's a curse. Yes, it's a flame. It owns you. It has possession over you. You are not the master of yourself. You are consumed by this thing. And the books you write. They're not you. They're not me sitting here, this Henry Miller. They belong to someone else. It's terrible. You can never rest. People used to envy me my inspiration. I hate inspiration. It takes you over completely. I could never wait until it passed and I got rid of it" (Kraft 1993:477).
Some Tropic of Cancer quotes:
For a hundred years or more the world, our world, has been dying. And not one man, in these last hundred years or so, has been crazy enough to put a bomb up the asshole of creation and set it off. The world is rotting away, dying piecemeal. But it needs the coup de grace, it needs to be blown to smithereens.
Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy.
I am crying for more and more disasters, for bigger calamities, for grander failures. I want the whole world to be out of whack, I want everyone to scratch himself to death.
She was a whore all the way through-and that was her virtue.
Henry Miller