Sweetest thing that's ever been said to me was a couple of months ago, when a friend of mine said:
"You're a good influence on people."
I told him it was the sweetest true thing anyone had ever said about me.
GentlyFeral
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the sweetest thing
by forgetmenot inwhat is the sweetest or nicest thing somebody of the opposite sex has ever said or done for you?
or what would you want somebody of the opposite sex to say or do to you to make you all happy inside?
i'm not looking for sexual things here just things that make you stop and go "ahh how nice".
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Last week I finished a poem that I thought was about materialism, but I just realized it's also about reasons to live.
Stuff
It isnt just the teevee. Its the Internet, and the throwaway papers, and the ads on the sides of buses, and worst of all the legends Tommy Hilfinger or Louis Vuitton or Old Navy scrawled on peoples bodies; or the glint of an earring or a whiff of perfume;
And they all whisper to me, You want more stuff.
And I do, I confess, I do.
My PaperMate runs dry and I want a Mont Blanc. My thirdhand Beemer stutters and dies and I want a new Beemer. My trailer leaks and I want a house. My earthenware breaks and I want bone china. With silver edges.
My old painkiller quits on me and I want a new drug.
I want more of everything. More
space to live in;
echoes of childrens laughter and rubber balls bouncing off rectilinear concrete;
little tender weeds growing in sidewalk cracks, mosses flourishing in the shadows of damp buildings;
blank illiterate glances of dogs; defiant mind-your-own-business stares of cats;
ignorant fish in glass bowls on windowsills;
strange harmless insects surprised into existence onto the books I read at night;
more home!
More
trinkets and toys;
wire jewelry, every curl of silver greeting your eye;
carnival glass, oil-slick shine on ornate weird shapes in drugged colors;
naked flowers in glass punani vases flaunting plant sex;
cookbooks of cantrips of arcane sensual delights;
more rainbows, more spectrum & less dichotomy;
more juju!
More
flavors;
garlic brightening the tongue; licorice to paint it black;
barbecue staining the air with mute choruses;
watermelon to collapse in sweet fountain;
the world sneaking to your baby mouth to kiss you hello;
room to swallow the world in salute;
more hunger!
More
sex;
air velvet tongues whipped cream ice on bare skin;
souls flashing silent from eye to helpless eye;
pushing minute roots through your skin to my skin in and out back again;
words fucking till friendship floods juice all over everything;
brains pulsing in time till they cum gnostic;
more love!
More
trips
on plain planes to view the brittle surfaces of foreign trees;
on the wings of forbidden leaves, my ticket onto
brittle barges hauled by ropes umbilical, thumping with blood,
to see giant crowned women walking the shores in burning clouds of pearl;
where the foreign trees look at you with fruited eyes;
underground roads and rivers;
more discovery!
More
laziness;
alarm clocks aphasic;
Saturday mornings in bed until twilight;
stacks of stories telling themselves at my bedside;
money trees;
wandering through the blindstone valley of Luck into nondescript Edens;
more freedom!
More
aha!
more why not?
more dwarfmail & the tools to make it;
more cuttings from the World Tree;
more instructive delirium;
more fabulous monsters;
more shining darkness;
more deformation of the soul by the glare of love;
more light!
Copyright 2002 Michaele Maurer
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Keep Free From Murmuring....Are YOU A Murmurer?
by minimus inwt.
11-15 02 states:"persistent murmurers attach too much importance to their feelings or position, drawing attention to themselves rather than to god.
if not checked, this causes dissension among spiritual brothers and hinders their efforts to serve jehovah shoulder to shoulder.this is so because murmurers invariably voice their complaints, doubtless hoping that others will sympathize with them.
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GentlyFeral
Damn right I'm a murmurer. So far, in the past month alone, it's brought my boss to heel and saved me at least $200.
I bitch at my gods in prayer too. Like Job did, only it works better.
GentlyFeral
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Knuckles Explain.
by GentlyFeral inhere, larc say: better knuckles go back to school, learn speak properly.
knuckles not too bright.
knuckles study great literature for many years, try become champion orator like you know.
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Here, larc say:
Better Knuckles go back to school, learn speak properly. Knuckles not too bright.
Knuckles study great literature for many years, try become champion orator like You Know. No luck. Lost grip on verb endings. Also little words between important ones. Now sound like Tarzan in junior year.
Grammatically crippled in early adulthood by severe allergy attack. Allergic to pedantry. Had to stop reading Watchtower literature. Life at stake.
Knuckles smarter than he look: like larc's posts whole bunch.
Knuckles the ThugEdited by - GentlyFeral on 15 October 2002 1:6:8
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family movies
by comforter indo they still make family movies?
it look like things that get produced these days by holyywood filled with f word, sex, violence, drug use and hurling.
no movies hardly to take your kids to or that a christian can watch.
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Hi comfy.
Me Knuckles. Me live in same house GentlyFeral, use same computer. Try to get own account but Simon not send activation link yet.
Want family movie? Go rent Lagaan. Made in India. Story of valiant Indian villagers resisting oppressive British in life-or-death game of cricket. Is musical. Good score, Knuckles enjoy very much, even though me hate musicals. Knuckles hate sports movies, too, but this very good.
Also includes touching spiritual scene in which desperate valiant villagers pray to Krishna. Krishna answer prayer in last day of cricket match. Restore faith in power of god. Very upbuilding.
Knuckles the Thug
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What does this scripture mean to you?
by Valis ini brought this up during the beginnings of the flame war we just encountered and it got overlooked.
for all of you who follow the bible/or not.
luke 9.
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GentlyFeral
Hm...I just wrote a poem about this...
Just Enough Jesus
I was spooning soup into the mouth of an old blind storefront preacher,
and she pushed my hand aside
And said:
Honey I gotta testify.
I see you know Jesus, don't tell me different,
but you know him by another name.
Now I know there ain't any other name under heaven by which to get saved,
But I gotta tell you something.When I lost my babies Jesus took me underground to find them,
Right through the basement walls into the shooting gallery. My baby girl saw me& smiled. "The pipes busted," she said, "I can see the water drip," but it was me. "Hi, mama," and they thought she was seeing things.
Straight up through the floor outside to where my baby boy was turning tricks. Didn't he look fine in tight pants and little tiny shirt!
The sunlight blinded him coming off a window pane
and he said: "My mama used to look at me like that. I must be seeing things." But he wasn't - not Jesus.Straight into the pipes into the church where my oldest boy was all set to preach against the other two.
The choir was singing, so nobody heard him but me:
"Now what is my Mama's face doing in that stained-glass window?"I didn't get to bring them home, but they know me still.
Jesus hid behind me. I asked him why he did that, and he said: Maybe they'll see me better.Yes, Lord, I answered: God is love!
No, baby, you got that backwards, he said.
Love is god. Me.
Sometimes I use your driver's license so I don't get carded. How else you think I get through these walls?
Baby when the cops come
Jesus don't always give his right name.Gently Feral
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Official Sign up for Xmas Gift Exchange! LOOK!
by scootergirl insome of you may have seen my previous thread regarding a secret gift exchange for the upcoming holiday season.
http://www.jehovahs-witness.com/forum/thread.aspx?id=37180&site=3&page=1
so here it is......the official sign up!
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Waycool, scootergirl. Send me one lusty assistant, please...
[pausing to read entire thread] oh, wait...damn. But, yeah, this is a great idea, especially the accompanying "wish list" thread.
GentlyFeral
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NEED XMAS IDEAS FOR MEN
by pettygrudger ini have purchased my hubby every tool i think known to man, with the exception of one of those "saw table thingies".
i need some good ideas for a man who seems to own pretty much everything..... interesting "toy" ideas (i.e.
he has a metal detector) would be great too.. what gadgets would you men buy for yourselves if you could?.
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I'm with Eman. Buy a remote control car. For the cat.
If you don't have a cat, you'll have to buy one. Package them as a matched set.
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Read this retraction
by ashitaka in"the daily evergreen would like to sincerely apologize for an injustice served to the filipino-american, spanish-speaking and catholic communities on the front page of thursday's evergreen.. .
the story "filipino-american history recognized" stated that the "nuestra senora de buena esperanza," the galleon on which the first filipinos landed at morro, bay, calif., loosely translates to "the big ass spanish boat.
" it actually translates to "our lady of good hope.".
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Did anyone see the original story? I have a feeling that the retraction itself is a hoax, a dig at the Filipino community disguised as a humble apology.
GentlyFeral
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Witnesses And Their Obsession With Bible Names
by ColdRedRain ini was just thinking about all my old witness friends and how many of them have weird bible names.
i mean, who the hell outside of a witness would name their child "ephriam" or "hezekiah" or "elijah"?.
i guess they don't have to worry about being picked on by the kids at school for their names because most witless kids don't go to school anymore, lol.
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I once knew a charming little (JW) girl who rejoiced in the name Bathsheba Van Roekel. Her parents were very good to us -- took us in when we got rooked by a prospective landlord, and let us live with them for a solid year till we got back on our feet.
They left long before we did. We lost touch with them, still being good dubbies then. Bathsheba would be in her mid-twenties now.
GentlyFeral