pass that shit this way sweetie............:D

Oh I do remember the jaw-ache from the day before.
They were not Portabellas.


Usin' just a little,
lasted a long time.

Palatable....the world became palatable.

The "others" came from elsewhere, & fucked us up bigtime.
...We had to respond.
-----Added 1/11/2008 at 01 : 17 : 40-----
(PS I love you)

never liked the body stone stuff............


like to have control of the body with drugs.


that's why i drinks me the wobbly pops..........3 steps forward,2 steps sideways and repeat.

sly & the family stone stuff

*

POP! (wobbly or otherwise)

In either case, fellows, keep your gun clean.

my 21st anniversary last night.............i got my gun cleaned allright



weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee....................

You know that the word Merkin originally meant "a mop for swabbing cannons", rather than the current meaning "Pubic hairpiece".

ods bodkins...

My gun's cleaner than it oughta be. What's he gonna do?

Patti Smith-People Have the Power

I was dreaming in my dreaming
of an aspect bright and fair
and my sleeping it was broken
but my dream it lingered near
in the form of shining valleys
where the pure air recognized
and my senses newly opened
I awakened to the cry
that the people / have the power
to redeem / the work of fools
upon the meek / the graces shower
it's decreed / the people rule

The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power
The people have the power

Vengeful aspects became suspect
and bending low as if to hear
and the armies ceased advancing
because the people had their ear
and the shepherds and the soldiers
lay beneath the stars
exchanging visions
and laying arms
to waste / in the dust
in the form of / shining valleys
where the pure air / recognized
and my senses / newly opened
I awakened / to the cry

Refrain

Where there were deserts
I saw fountains
like cream the waters rise
and we strolled there together
with none to laugh or criticize
and the leopard
and the lamb
lay together truly bound
I was hoping in my hoping
to recall what I had found
I was dreaming in my dreaming
god knows / a purer view
as I surrender to my sleeping
I commit my dream to you

Refrain

The power to dream / to rule
to wrestle the world from fools
it's decreed the people rule
it's decreed the people rule
LISTEN
I believe everything we dream
can come to pass through our union
we can turn the world around
we can turn the earth's revolution
we have the power
People have the power ...

Avast maty and swab ye poopdeck.

I ain't been usin' a little. I require everyone who's responded to know that I love them, & to particularly FEEL IT. You are beautiful.

THanks, OCM, you flattering rogue, you, but I just got out of the shower and I can't do a thing with my hair right now.

and whose brain is this:

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1...ainondrugs.jpg

That is your brain on complex number phase space.

Yes, but with all we've been told, we should know

i'm in the know..............

i used to know...

PACK UP YOUR TROUBLES IN YOUR OLD KIT BAG
AND SMILE SMILE SMILE
Private Perks is a funny little codger
With a smile a funny smile.
Five feet none, he’s and artful little dodger
With a smile a funny smile.
Flush or broke he’ll have his little joke,
He can’t be suppress’d.
All the other fellows have to grin
When he gets this off his chest, Hi!

Chorus
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile,
While you’ve a lucifer to light your fag,
Smile, boys, that’s the style.
What’s the use of worrying?
It never was worth while, so
Pack up your troubles in your old kit-bag,
And smile, smile, smile.

Second Verse
Private Perks went a-marching into Flanders
With his smile his funny smile.
He was lov’d by the privates and commanders
For his smile his funny smile.
When a throng of Bosches came along
With a mighty swing,Perks yell’d out,
This little bunch is mine!
Keep your heads down, boys and sing, Hi!

Third Verse
Private Perks he came back from Bosche-shooting
With his smile his funny smile.
Round his home he then set about recruiting
With his smile his funny smile.
He told all his pals, the short, the tall,
What a time he’d had;
And as each enlisted like a man
Private Perks said ‘Now my lad,’ Hi!

It seems like love conquers all once again.

I am smiling, darlin'.

fuckin' eh buddy..........fuckin' eh

not just "eh?"

nope........



fuckin' eh..........



i'm agreeing with OCM

Honest agreements are all it would take to eliminate the need for armaments.
Honest agreements to disagree, perhaps?

Fuckin' eh, Fly?

Ahh, but if disagreements lead to conflicts, then honest disagreements could lead to civil conflicts.

But I'm lying to you, so never mind.

fuckin' A
fuckin' eh
fuckin', eh?

The "little" we been usin' will almost surely HANG AROUND & HAUNT US.

...& our children

...& their children

etcetera, etcetera, etcetera...

This is why I consider it important for us to find a way to stop usin'.

...Apparently this message hasn't reached one of our "allies".

...Go figure.

Tsk tsk. Take that over to politics. It's too tempting a target.

I was thown out of boyscouts for yelling "Theater!" at a crowded fire. Also for my right to punch stopping at the base of the other guy's nose.

I just used a little...is that bad?

gots me a little music...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1...before_top.jpg

Let us keep politics in nonsense where it belongs.

(of course, in our cryptic seriously humourous ways)

I swear not to bomb
if you keep your rockets home.
Damn you, I forgot!

(All I want is your total acceptance of my terms.)

IJUHP
We all been usin', too much.
Please bear this in mind.

When they become them,
It will never become us.
When will we be we?

ewe just be ewe, ok?

Even sheep aren't shy
to follow a Judas goat
unless more clever.


We are dangerous creatures...


A parrot, squawking,
requires the understanding
of other parrots.


My dad won't beat up your dad.

The lemmings never actually suicided;
Driven by strong biological urges to migrate,
a lot of them ended up being pushed over the edge.

Heh, I wonder how far we'll get getting the users to not use?

rehab?

No no no.
/ Nancey Reagan
// Not Marge Simpson + Courtney Love

"There's a Kind of Hush All Over the World:"
Because I soft, deep,
cotton chenille carpeted,
the world with many "Mother's Little Helper" bombs.

You're welcome.

A prelude to quaalude?

we'll all go runnin' to the shelter...

We'll certain put up a valium effort

boom-boom-pachyderms
every which way
all over the place

When did they take all the 'Fallout' shelter signs down?

Even in First grade, I wondered how sitting under my wooden desk with my arms
over my head was gonna save me.

I want my Mommy.

There is no shelter.

OK, Maybe you can get shelter, but satisfaction is out of the question.

can't get none of that, either...

Still, the Spice must flow....
http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-...58266_4477.jpg

Suicide elephants?

semolina pilchard, climbing up the eiffel tower...

But man you should have seen 'em kicking Edgar Allen Poe.
http://graphjam.files.wordpress.com/...o-goo-joob.gif

amo
amas
amat

amamus
amatis
amant

(hic, haec, hoc...coming soon to a theater near you...)

"When the moon hits your eye....

When an eel bites your hand and that's not what you planned, that's a moray.

ahh...HUIS!!! times 3!!!

http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3121/...0380c4c7ef.jpg
Amsterdam

You should try the veal.

or the tongue...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v1...hil1/licks.jpg

Distribute the hosts:
On the verges, use flechettes,
& make them magic.

Hey Dad, is it me, or is this cracker stale?
Oughtta be, son. It's 2000 years old.

Flechettes for the edges? It's an objet dart.

If I were to say to you, "Can you keep a secret," would you know just what to do or where to keep it?

In the porkpie on my closet shelf.

closer...let me whisper in your ear...

Ah, intrigue!
Secrecy gets used
and misused.

say those words you want to hear...

In April when your barge sailed through I fell in love with you
Alas my paramour alack A stranger to me 'til the test comes back

listen, do you want to know a secret...

Those who know do not speak. Those who speak do not know.
Heute die Welte, Morgens das Sonnensystem.

i've known a secret for a week or two...

Ah..the tail of the tattlers,
I mean rattlers.
It's a feather thing.

just droppin' in to say.......


.........yes i have been using.............and don't chastise me...


...or however the fuck you spell it.



:D

I thought there was a "u" in Chastise in Canadian English. Live and learn, I guess. :D

fly can spell...he must be usin' a little...

...that nice bud he brought to the island is still holding out.

...a little dab'll do ya.

Time-honored styling
might be part of the problem
that's continuing.

Bloke looks like Clive Anderson, wot?

A dab indeed, will do the duty, if a dab hand applied, and yet a pinch between the cheek and gum will occupy the mind for some time to come.

been dropping my using off as of late..........gets boring sometimes.


but today is a different story



fuck yeah

Rise and Shine on you crazy diamond.
Good Morning, Fly!

http://video.google.com/videosearch?...revision&cd=1#

yeah, he used a little...

thanks, phil. I love baseball songs. Just listening to that made me feel like I was usin', or wishin' I was.

you really are on somethin', aren't you?

SMOKIN' VERSION PHIL MAN...........many thanks eh

I'm on...

Top of the world lookin'
down on creation and the
Only explanation I can fiiiiind.....

right back at ya' Top


gonna get stoned and go all Floydish in the studio today so yeah........


i'll be using a little :thumbsup:

I feel like I'm on something
very often in these recent days:
I wish I could bottle this.

hi dear, how was work today?

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...dog_edit_3.jpg


In another Universe not too far from this one...

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...%202/wars1.jpg
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...%202/wars2.jpg
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...%202/wars3.jpg
http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...%202/wars4.jpg

crown of creation - Google Video

http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...e-blue-dot.jpg


"We succeeded in taking that picture [from deep space], and, if you look at it, you see a dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever lived, lived out their lives. The aggregate of all our joys and sufferings, thousands of confident religions, ideologies and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilizations, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every hopeful child, every mother and father, every inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every superstar, every supreme leader, every saint and sinner in the history of our species, lived there on a mote of dust, suspended in a sunbeam.

The earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of the dot on scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner of the dot. How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.

Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity -- in all this vastness -- there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves. It is up to us. It's been said that astronomy is a humbling, and I might add, a character-building experience. To my mind, there is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly and compassionately with one another and to preserve and cherish that pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known."

Carl Sagan

its really nothing, but it is everything, right?
peace love, lambies.

silence, evil lambs...

Bigger noise
from the bigger boys
& their buds.

Thanks for the pics, Nick!
& ring, for the Sagan thing;
(belongs in 'Touch Me')

At least it's not wanton warryness.

We've still been.

...Thanks

I've still been too.

.....You're welcome