the lady of the sycamores ( by terry walstrom).
the monday she arrived hit local folks just like a bomb.
not since widow wilson ran away with reverend tom has gossip traveled quite as fast and twice as far in townand then the party started with the word she was around.
THE MAN OF THE MONKEY PUZZLE TREE
The man of the monkey puzzle tree was handsome, brave and five foot three
Everyday he'd walk his dog a pug that looked like a paunchy hog
One Sunday evening in the park little Poochini began to bark
Out of the bushes and across the lawn ran something that looked like a leprechaun
The duo took off in hot pursuit and cornered a monkey in a sailor suit
So if you wonder how that little guy got free
Just ask the man of the monkey puzzle tree
Look at this from a different standpoint it's your life not your parents. Children are often very different from their parents and I think it is very selfish of parents to try to control or threaten them. You need to go out and have your life with or without them pay your own way make your own path. If they have the right heart you'll reconcile one day if not don't blame yourself. Find what makes you feel right and complete don't let them enslave you.
An interesting question because if you are df'd for sex, drugs, thievery etc you are weak and maybe will change however, if you question whether the governing body is the channel of the creator of the universe it's another story. You will be considered the enemy if you can't get behind the idea of fire breathing angels killing 7 billions humans at Armageddon. You are expected to approve of everything the GB says as if it comes from god and accept that it is your fault not god's if all those people have to die. Remember the time you laughed and drank coffee when you were supposed to be out knocking on doors. So yes if you are df'd for "APOSTASY" you will be considered an enemy of god and those angels will come for you.
it's true.
i'm a bit worried about god.. he seems to be doing some quite silly and frankly, insane things to prove he exists.. some bloke found words from the quran in a tomato.. jesus keeps appearing in toast and cats bums.. i'm worried about god.
i think he's gone a bit didlow..
A tomato popped out of an astronauts belly
with teeth that were dripping some hot spicy jelly
heat filled the room with a sizzling sound
the rest of the crew fell to the ground
it was jesus returning to spread some good news
chips and salsa and plenty of booze
thursday, august 31. jehovah knows those who belong to him.—2 tim.
2:19.. in recent years, we have seen an increase in the number of those partaking at the memorial of christ’s death.
that trend contrasts with the decrease in the number of partakers that we saw for many decades.
Memorial partakers feasting with reckless abandon
my escape from a home beloved was of sheer and unqualified necessity.
my people and i have been overtaken by a scorpion race of alien malefactors whose intent towards us is not one of beneficent intervention, but that of utter conquest.. if it were only the mere subjugation of a weaker species, we might have acquiesced, although begrudgingly.
however, the terrifying reality enjoined upon us proved to be the conquerors' brusque insistence that their insatiable hungers be satisfied with our quailing flesh.
the cows went out to play today sunny, warm the month of may
they ate and rested in the field they didn't know their fate was sealed
That was a great twilight zone "to serve man" maybe we're being farmed by energy vampires. The older I get the more disturbing it all seems and I have no answers. I thought for a long time there would be some explanation for our existence but nothing seems to make sense. So since I have some time left to live I escape into my imaginary worlds that I create because this one seems to have been taken over by the mammals, reptilians and the insectivores who are oblivious to their hopeless situation. I'm not sure about the Yetis.
in my stand up comedy routine tonight i want to list humourous reasons why i shd go back to jws.. how about nobody throws parties like jws.. how about jws being at the cutting edge of fashion.. how about it being easier for men to get a date.. any ideas?.
paul.
When we were witnesses each book study was assigned to feed the speaker after the Sunday meeting. Sometimes when we're on our way to a restaurant my husband will say out of the blue "we gotta feed the speaker" and we'll laugh like going to the zoo and feeding the animals. Sometimes there were people who always had a return visit across town and we would drive there and alot of cars would be in the driveway and they'd say looks like they have company it's not a good time. We would drive around all day counting our time and Joe would always have to stop for chicken at 3:00. Thinking back on all the crazy car groups and strange ways makes me laugh anyway.
we've been watching a show called people of earth it's hilarious has anyone else seen it?
it's a comedy about people who have been abducted and meet at a church to talk about it and the portrayals of the greys,the reptilians and the nordics and their issues is classic.
it's on tbs.
We've been watching a show called people of earth it's hilarious has anyone else seen it?
It's a comedy about people who have been abducted and meet at a church to talk about it and the portrayals of the greys,the reptilians and the nordics and their issues is classic. It's on TBS
greetings, cold and allergy sufferers:.
i'm in good health currently, but i do sneeze quite a bit, bringing down the rafters, as one sister exclaimed at the kh.
apart from that, no jw ever acknowledged my clearing out .
The people of earth began to sneeze it sounded like molested bees
The glaciers all began to rock minutes slipped on the atomic clock
The solar system wondered if the sneeze would reach the cosmic rift
There is no need to wonder why it all began with just one guy
A sneeze so powerful and loud creating it's own cosmic cloud
i've begun to suspect this act - this will - this compulsory muse which i call "writing" is, in fact, the illusion of catharsis.
like a mirage shimmering far off on the horizon i gaze upon the unreachable waters of a quiescent mind.
and far too often i've trekked through these shifting sands of unrefined ideas and abrasive conclusions towards that placid falsehood.
tick tock tick tock she hammered on the writers block
and there it sat just like a rock it's secrets she could not unlock
every night she'd pour a drink that writer's block would start to wink
her brain would fry with doublethink she felt her thoughts were on the brink
and then one day to her surprise the writer's block did pulverize
her thought began to crystallize the room was filled with butterflies
that's how it works
