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May 22, 2011 20:10:50 GMT -5
Post by JoJo on May 22, 2011 20:10:50 GMT -5
Well not all of us are there Puffin. I in fact got a lot of comedy mileage out of it the last week or so. I know JoJo. I'm not THAT much of a bigot... sorry it sounded that way. No I know you aren't of that mind set, no worries. I cringe when I see the gathering of people holding up signs that saying anyone who doesn't believe (insert belief system here) the same as them that they are going to a place of fire and brimstone. Be aware that this tends to get a lot of press, possibly giving an exaggerated perception of what goes on here to the rest of the world. When it comes to con jobs, someone like Camper is a mere amateur compared to the likes of Goldman Saks and their ilk, who have been draining the people of their wealth through the complicity of our government.. The fact that so few people care, and are unable to see what's going on.. THAT is disturbing!
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May 23, 2011 19:19:36 GMT -5
Post by iameye on May 23, 2011 19:19:36 GMT -5
Lu's Cypher
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May 23, 2011 19:47:48 GMT -5
Post by iameye on May 23, 2011 19:47:48 GMT -5
And the Word was made flesh and dwelt among you.
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May 23, 2011 20:45:16 GMT -5
Post by iameye on May 23, 2011 20:45:16 GMT -5
Lu's Cypher Come and meet me up in the Air. Come and brush my rock and roll hair If the illusion is real Let us give you a ride! If we have thunderous appeal Let us BE ON YOUR SIDE Let the GOOD times roll! lol
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May 23, 2011 20:48:53 GMT -5
Post by ipuffin on May 23, 2011 20:48:53 GMT -5
I suppose you are responsible for this, then?
"Let me out, let me out!" "Devil, sit by me" "Anarchy"
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May 23, 2011 21:30:51 GMT -5
Post by iameye on May 23, 2011 21:30:51 GMT -5
I have quite a few res pons abilities, puffikins. I'm the bridge! lolol
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May 23, 2011 22:10:14 GMT -5
Post by iameye on May 23, 2011 22:10:14 GMT -5
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May 24, 2011 4:01:11 GMT -5
Post by ipuffin on May 24, 2011 4:01:11 GMT -5
The Bridge
I was stiff and cold, I was a bridge, I lay over a ravine. My toes on one side, my fingers clutching the other, I had clamped myself fast into the crumbling clay. The tails of my coat fluttered at my sides. Far below brawled the icy trout stream. No tourist strayed to this impassable height, the bridge was not yet traced on any map. So I lay and waited; I could only wait. Without falling, no bridge, once spanned, can cease to be a bridge.It was toward evening one day- was it the first, was it the
thousandth? I cannot tell- my thoughts were always in confusion and perpetually moving in a circle. It was toward evening in summer, the roar of the stream had grown deeper, when I heard the sound of a human step! To me, to me. Straighten yourself, bridge, make ready, railless beams, to hold up the passenger entrusted to you. If his steps are uncertain, steady them unobtrusively, but if he stumbles show what you are made of and like a mountain god hurl him across to land.
He came, he tapped me with the iron point of his stick, then he lifted my coattails with it and put them in order upon me. He plunged the point of his stick into my bushy hair and let it lie there for a long time, forgetting me no doubt while he wildly gazed around him. But then – I was just following him in thought over mountain and valley – he jumped with both feet on the middle of my body. I shuddered with wild pain, not knowing what was happening. Who was it? A child? A dream? A
wayfarer? A suicide? A tempter? A destroyer? And I turned so as to see him. A bridge to turn around! I had not yet turned quiet around when I already began to fall, I fell and in a moment I was torn and transpierced by the sharp rocks which had always gazed up at me so peacefully from the rushing water.
Franz Kafka
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