If I were him I wouldn't mind losing. Just look at the girlfriend he's got to comfort him. Shwing!
LH
LongHauler
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Will Armstrong make it a record 6th win in the Tour de France?
by Simon init would make him the greatest cyclist ever.
he has just gone into the lead in the tour de france and his team look incredibly strong (it is a team sport).. http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/other_sports/cycling/3874523.stm.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/5359289.
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Had Lunch with Prisca.
by Lehaa ini'm feeling really good today.. i had lunch with prisca yesterday, it was really great.
we talked about the reasons we both left the borg, it was really great to talk to someone face to face about everything.
the best thing is she only lives 10 minutes away from me, how great is that.. she moved to melbourne about 12 months ago.
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LongHauler
You must have her introduce you to Refiner's Fire.
LH
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Startin' Up da JWD Soul Train w/50 Ways to Leave Watchtower...heh
by Frannie Banannie ini'm startin' off this jwd soul train thread with something that's not very "soul-ish", but very appropo.....50 ways to leave your lover....with a few of the words changed to fit in with our "pause to see".....can anyone help this thread with a "lift-off" by changing some of the words in aretha's "think" and "r.e.s.p.e.c.t."???.
50 ways to leave watchtower.
the problem is all inside your head.
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LongHauler
Welcome home, Kingdom Hall
Welcome to where time stands still
No one leaves and no one will
Moon is full, never seems to change
Just labeled a rank and file
Dream the same thing every night
I see our freedom in my sight
No door to knock, no tracts to place
No watchtower to make my brain seem scarredSleep my friend and you will see
That dream is my reality
They keep me locked up in this brotherhood
Can?t they see it?s why my brain says no bloodKingdom Hall, leave me be
Kingdom Hall, just leave me aloneBuild my fear of what?s out there
And cannot breathe the open air
Whisper things into my brain
Assuring me that I?m other sheep
They think our heads are in their hands
But violent use brings violent plans
Keep him brainwashed, it makes him well
He?s getting better, can?t you tell?No more can they keep us in
Listen, damn it, we will win
They see it right, they see it well
But they think this saves us from armaggedonKingdom Hall, leave me be
Kingdom Hall, just leave me alone
Kingdom Hall, just leave me aloneFear of living on
Natives getting restless now
Mutiny in the air
Got some preaching to do
Mirror stares back hard
Preach, it?s such a friendly word
Seems the only way
For reaching out again.Love it when bands like Metallica give you such a great canvas.
LH
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Old flames and heavy drinking
by LongHauler inshakespeare wrote in ?romeo and juliet?
why, such is love's transgression.
griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, .
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LongHauler
Unfortunately, that can also prevent you from finding your real soulmate, so I think you should just go visit her and "hit" on her. Either she'll tell you to screw yourself, and come up with many creative names to call you (and replace all those perfect memories you had of her) or she'll have an affair with you (and replace all those perfect memories you had of her!) Either way, it will end those unresolved questions and you'll be able to move on with your life.
That's probably closest to the truth. Unfortunately, she is married and I simply could not bring myself to interfere in her marriage.
LH
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Old flames and heavy drinking
by LongHauler inshakespeare wrote in ?romeo and juliet?
why, such is love's transgression.
griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, .
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Thanks Reboot.
I actually returned to the road early simply because I couldn't resist the bottle. I've been down that road. Plus I've been in a good deal of pain from a back injury I recieved while home. Although I hurt my back after finding out from her dad she had remarried. I thought I put these demons to rest eight years ago. I guess I was wrong.
LH
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Where do they come up with the money?
by Oxnard Hamster init seems that jws have a knack for pulling money out of their asses.
they work low paying jobs so they can spend 70+ hours in field service, yet they seem to survive on such a salary.. i just saw the most unbelievable site today.
as i was driving through town, i noticed that the man who used to conduct my studies was looking around the used car lot, so i dropped in to say hi.
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My father was the same way. Apparently during the 1970's when intrest rates were throught the roof my Grandparents and My dad's sister and her husband played the bank market by investing in long term CD's. Since my father in his infinite wisdom believed that armaggedon was around the corner in 1975, he passed on the opportunity. He barely scrapped by until the latter half of the 1990's and up till 2001 when his business increased drastically. In fact he made serious money until the devastating flood in Houston in June of 2001. After Tropical storm Allison virtually flooded out everything on Houston's east side. Most of his customers moved out of the area. Even now since he retired and sold the business he'll be dependant on the inheritance he'll get from his mother to survive.
LH
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Matters of concern with my time spent as part of the jehovah's witness cult
by Holey_Cheeses*King_of_the juice. inas i reflect on my time spent as a jw, there are certain issues that continue to disturb me about my conduct and lifestyle as a member of that so-called 'religion'.. from the outset, let me state that i did not suffer any physical, sexual, or mental abuse from any members of the cult, that so unfortunately was inflicted upon many persons who now can gladly consider themselves as ex-members of that sorry excuse for a humane (or godly, whichever way you prefer to recognise it) organisation.
certainly, there were conflicts of personality, and some bad business dealings, but, really, i consider that i 'got off lightly' from the fifteen or so years i wasted as a member.. one thing is certain - that no-one, i repeat, no-one, can spend any time as part of that cult and, who manages to escape, who will come away unscathed.
all will carry some form of scar.. so what are my concerns?
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The damage inflicted on family is quite possibly the hardest wound to heal. Some of my family died before I had the chance to really know them. I don't think I can ever forgive my father for doing that. I've forgiven many things, but death is permanent. To this day hearing other members of my family speak of them is painful. I guess it all really boils down to how much of your life was wasted in the bOrg.
LH
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Old flames and heavy drinking
by LongHauler inshakespeare wrote in ?romeo and juliet?
why, such is love's transgression.
griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast, .
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Shakespeare wrote in ?Romeo and Juliet? :
Why, such is love's transgression.
Griefs of mine own lie heavy in my breast,
Which thou wilt propagate, to have it prest
With more of thine: this love that thou hast shown
Doth add more grief to too much of mine own.
Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes;
Being vex'd a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears:
What is it else? a madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
You know some experiences seem to leave an indelible mark on our psyche. Love can open our hearts in ways we can seldom imagine. What qualifies though as love? Is there something tangible that has to happen before you can call it love? We have so many ways to describe the feelings another human being can cause in us. But how do you know when it?s only lust or some crush? Can you really fall in love with someone without those feelings being reciprocated?
When I was in the second grade our class reported three times a week to the opposite end of the school for music class. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday we marched down the halls and lined up waiting our turn to go inside. The same class was getting ready to leave every time, and three days a week I watched as my fellow male classmates went apes hit over one girl that exited the classroom. That was the eighth grade class. It has never ceased to amaze me that despite having virtually no recall of anything else that year I can vividly picture in my mind her reaction as these little monkeys pushed and shoved each other out of the way to get a glimpse of her, or if they were daring enough, to try and touch her. I never once joined in the ruckus. One day as she fought her way out of class she looked me square in the face and smiled. I didn?t give it a second thought as she walked away.
A few months later I found myself a bit surprised to watch her stroll into my father?s barber shop and start talking to my sister. I ducked into the back and stayed hidden until she left. My sister told me later that she lived next door with her father and step mother. Turns out that my sister was friends with both of them (She?s twelve years older than I am, so she was grown and working with my dad at the time).
After I finished fifth grade my esteemed father got the wonderful notion that by pulling me from public school and purchasing the home kit they would no longer need to worry about bad worldly influence. They actually sell these things. My junior high school material came from the Calvert School of Baltimore, and my high school material came from American High School of Chicago. What I hadn?t yet realized was that my father intended to cut off all outside contact, and as result most of those years on up to my sixteenth birthday were spent in isolation at home. Save of course the meetings, field service and assemblies. Luckily enough my sisters friend next door befriended me much as he had my sister. He had the displeasure of watching what my father had put my sister through so it was very nice to have someone to talk to that understood what was going on.
This is where the trouble starts.
Enter Christie. The Daughter. The girl from music class.
I?m not really sure at what point she began consuming my thoughts. But it happened. Oh brother did it happen. I?m also not sure why I feel so hard for someone six years older than me. Was it lack of options? At any rate for many years as I sought out the listening ear of my friend I also carried around a longing that no one that age ever should. She went out of her way to be friendly towards me, but every encounter brought with it a pain that was hardly worth the brief moment of contact. She had the life I desperately wanted. She had friends, freedom, and most importantly, a life all her own. That?s something I still lack. Basically I traded one domineering control freak in a cheap suit (My Father), for a big red one with eighteen wheels. She married not long after I got my first job and started putting some distance between myself and the Kingdom Hall. He abused her, both physically and mentally. Her father came home one night to find her passed out on his couch with a healthy dose of the Medicine he receives from the VA missing. I went to the hospital after it happened to see her but she had already checked herself out and was gone. She finally divorced the asshole but shortly afterwards she had moved in with someone else. In the years since I?ve had some of the worst relationships you could ever imagine. Recently I?ve wondered about those relationships and the things I did to screw them up. For the last nine years every woman I?ve met, every date I?ve been on, every romantic encounter I?ve had - None of them has truly been satisfying. My thoughts always turned to her in every case. I found out the day before my birthday that she had married yet again. To another asshole. To be honest I still don?t understand why this bothers me. If I could say ?Oh I could make her life better? then maybe I could understand it. But I can?t. I have yet in twenty five years to make myself happy, much less someone else. I can?t explain this obsession, I thought it was a crush. Then I thought it was simply lusting after something I knew I couldn?t have. But now I wonder. Why after all these years can she invoke such a response in me? Maybe I?m just losing my mind. Maybe I should just try drinking her off my mind like I did with everything else.
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Ever noticed how much John Kerry looks like Jeff Spicoli from 'Fast times at Ridgemont High'?
Coincedence? I think not.
LH
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My Grandad died this morning
by Simon inthe last grandparent i had died this morning.. .
he was such a great guy.
was in the raf in wwii and went to iraq and other places but didn't really talk much about the war.
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LongHauler
I lost my only granfather two years ago. A suggestion, celebrate the man he was versus mourning the man you lost. It helped me put some perspective to the relationship I enjoyed with my grandfather. You can't replace him, but you can remember him for who he was and what it meant to you.
LH
