today, it will be 90 degrees and humid!
this morning i’ll be playing tennis again.
while most people have been holed up in their houses, i have regularly played the sport outside.
@queequeg, i think this article is enlightening. read it carefully. https://www.westonaprice.org/health-topics/environmental-toxins/the-sars-epidemic-are-viruses-taking-the-rap-for-industrial-poisons/
written in 2003, of course, but no less relevant in 2020, as it is of course discussing another corona virus. for more current enlightenment, try this video.
https://www.bitchute.com/video/r9MG7YY5CrpL/
(my cat killed a dragonfly yesterday)
today, it will be 90 degrees and humid!
this morning i’ll be playing tennis again.
while most people have been holed up in their houses, i have regularly played the sport outside.
i'm so tough that my cat just killed a bird today. no joke. you go too, girl.
today, it will be 90 degrees and humid!
this morning i’ll be playing tennis again.
while most people have been holed up in their houses, i have regularly played the sport outside.
i will not wear a mask, have not worn a mask. i will not participate in this psyop, and the mask is just a good illustration of the fascist attack on our freedom that is part of this event. there is no virus, but if there was, the masks would be meaningless. https://www.researchgate.net/publication/340570735_Masks_Don't_Work_A_review_of_science_relevant_to_COVID-19_social_policy
"it's easier to fool people than it is to convince them that they've been fooled.
it's not just jw's who blindly follow their leaders.
it's horrifying to see how easily mass-hysteria has been instilled in a nation.
ex jws who continue to drink koolaid when it is offered by their leaders make ME laugh.
i knew the virus was fake when it was first announced in china. what i didn't know was that it was being used in a much larger plan, which is now becoming painfully obvious. this video is one of the best for explaining the generalities of this hoax. deleted from youtube. https://www.bitchute.com/video/r9MG7YY5CrpL/
2019 literature requests inventory guidelines.
https://wetransfer.com/downloads/61d2fbfb4e9fe98207232706d268cefe20190108210049/f1225274c08578aa9fc436bc3165671b20190108210049/eed346 2019-assignment to view the special talk https://wetransfer.com/downloads/a5a5e609608a179d2b25b7c0609ee33420190108210028/e9d368033ab2845e214166bd31f3187720190108210028/0a64d5 2019-announcements and remindershttps://wetransfer.com/downloads/d64d5acb5ff60667f04937d335ddb5d220190108210004/377677b2c0da62f04f2750c7ffdb9ba320190108210004/6cb41datlantis!
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i have three magazines for my sig 230
i spent a considerable length of time living and working in america (would love to imigrate one day).. almost everyone i worked with and made friends with carried a concealed firearm of somesort.
i found this pretty interesting and as an avid firearm fan even more so.. so to our american members here... .
as a jw did you or did you know any practising dubs who carried or if not had firearms for home defence?
@finkelstein...take a course in reading comprehension, report back after you've passed.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nkrkeolyjo8&list=rdnkrkeolyjo8.
"And more postmodern bullshit from SBF. So fucking boring."
the great cofty has spoken. is it safe to say that cofty didn't like slimboyfat's thoughtful comment?
i am going home, yet not without sorrow;.
for too long have i been adrift.. there was no place to call my own nor .
anyone to take me in.. the price i paid for careless days of youth.
thanks cc,
and it might have been a touch better if i had been able to edit in the spacing with which
i wrote it, a line break after each six lines. the edit looked good, but would not take....
the setting is my childhood farm in ohio, still inhabited by my mother, brothers, sisters, and
boatloads of nieces and nephews. i am persona non grata in those parts.
i am going home, yet not without sorrow;.
for too long have i been adrift.. there was no place to call my own nor .
anyone to take me in.. the price i paid for careless days of youth.
on the land where i was born
was nourishment for the soul of a boy.
streams of vastness and life to discover
creepers and swimmers and slow-pool reflections,
mystique of morels, flight of dragons,
blackberry brambles, gnarls of roots.
a land of poetry indecipherable,
felt but not seen, unknown yet known.
hoot of owl, scream of captured rabbit,
milkweed mating-ground of dancing monarchs,
bones of cow, beckoning ponds,
skating on ice like the wind.
how much these eyes did see there,
what truths did this heart absorb?
apple blossom fragrance, bleat of lamb,
sorrow of dog and car on the road,
love of mother, toil of father
laughter of brothers and sisters.
i go no more
to the land where i was born.
