Posts by compound complex

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May 22, 1969 Awake! promises "you will never grow old" - Creative Writing

by Mad Sweeney in

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the year is 1969. faithful followers of the watchtower society are gearing up for the imminent end of the system of things just as they had been for the previous ninety years.

a young witness named andrew is trying to decide what to do with his life.

andrew is a smart kid and he has an entire lifetime ahead of him.

Come On And PLAY!!!

by snowbird in

this here is very educational.. http://www.funtrivia.com/tournament/jwd-trivia-quiz-75350.html.

come on, y'all.. sylvia.

compound complex

You're welcome, Syl!

Alliteration only? Not sure of the rules.

CoCo

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Come On And PLAY!!!

by snowbird in

this here is very educational.. http://www.funtrivia.com/tournament/jwd-trivia-quiz-75350.html.

come on, y'all.. sylvia.

compound complex

A smirk can kill a new idea, a sneer can crush a heart, but a backward snub is buns.

Ovid, loosely . . .

roebuck, gnu, dall

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Come On And PLAY!!!

by snowbird in

this here is very educational.. http://www.funtrivia.com/tournament/jwd-trivia-quiz-75350.html.

come on, y'all.. sylvia.

compound complex

Renata's ribald, racy repartee ranked right alongside rollicking Rupert's risque rogueries.

continual, continuous, constant

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so as not to hijack logcon's thread about crazy things jw's have said to householders, i'd like to start one about just plain old odd jw's.. for example, i knew this dear, dear senior brother who would carry a small bag of peanuts in one pocket of his suit coat and a small plastic bag of brown sugar in the other.. during that time, we would stay out all day long because the territory was extensive.. can't you just picture that precious soul alternately tossing a few peanuts/crumbs of sugar into his mouth as he schlepped from house to trailer, from trailer to house?.

the householders would usually offer us water, lemonade, kool-aid, or soda pops, so no problem with finding something to quench our thirsts.. those were the days!.

sylvia.

compound complex

Hi Syl:

Maybe not eccentric but a CO's dress code rules for sisters: Must wear hose but not knee-high boots. I was counseled on wearing a corduroy jacket. Perhaps this is more the arena of wacky rules.

CC

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The Empty Cupboard

by compound complex in

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for dear snowbird and any others who occasion upon strange fiction [?

] .... [inspired by six feet under].

ruthann awoke to the soft pad, pad padding of snowflakes falling en masse, gauzily observable, outside her curtainless bedroom window.

compound complex

Thank you, Syl! I guess you knew where to look!

Love,

CoCo

In the OP I reread what had been the stated inspiration [Six Feet Under] for this tale. Ironic that I should begin watching the series anew last night, at which time, by coincidence, I recalled having written this story. I absolutely could not find the thread's location in my topics started box. Nor did I recall what had been its prompting -- SFU.

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YOUR DAILY JOURNAL

by compound complex in

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dear friends,.

much of what we do on a daily basis is routine and of no particular, earth-shaking importance.

however, after reviewing letters of family going back to wwii, it is fascinating to read what dad was doing on board the aircraft carrier in the pacific on any old day, what mom was cooking on her ever-steaming range, how i was dealing with the roller coaster of emotion at bethel [mom saved all my letters], how nana wrote that she would not study with the witnesses [per my request] but 'here are some mittens i knitted for you when you canvass new york with your magazines.

compound complex

You are dear, Sylvia.

Thank you for your support at a very difficult time for all kith and kin.

Love,

CoCo

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YOUR DAILY JOURNAL

by compound complex in

jw
friends

dear friends,.

much of what we do on a daily basis is routine and of no particular, earth-shaking importance.

however, after reviewing letters of family going back to wwii, it is fascinating to read what dad was doing on board the aircraft carrier in the pacific on any old day, what mom was cooking on her ever-steaming range, how i was dealing with the roller coaster of emotion at bethel [mom saved all my letters], how nana wrote that she would not study with the witnesses [per my request] but 'here are some mittens i knitted for you when you canvass new york with your magazines.

compound complex

A sad day's start, saying goodbye to a dear childhood friend.

We will grow old -- die -- in this system of things . . .

You can say I love you over the phone, but cannot give that all-important hug. . . .

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This Tired, Lonely Man

by compound complex in

this tired, lonely man has been snared, but i protest little .

she holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.

i cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions.

compound complex

You always state it so clearly, so eloquently, rip!

THANKS!

CoCo est Content

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This Tired, Lonely Man

by compound complex in

this tired, lonely man has been snared, but i protest little .

she holds me tenderly in her tightening but welcome thrall.

i cave willingly -- oh, so willingly -- to her amatory attentions.

compound complex

Move I forward, of plodding, deliberate step;
yet no further have I traveled that dusty road
that leads to the end of all ends, that heaven,
that hell our divines did promise us believers.