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...

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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

ring & I were just talking about coming up there & riding your horses.

No offense, I'm afraid of the new guy.

Fly, let us sleep in your hayloft.

he's not the one to be scared of........we don't call the dark brown guy Pecker for nothin' eh......:no:






ring i'd love to let you but........i'm sure the dogs would have something to say about that.........and it's now starting to get cold.......:eek:

It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the forward commander
Was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks held back
The enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall,
In the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all.
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp to remember
His Majesty signed
With his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command
Took my daddy from me.

Damnit, ring. Now I am using a little Kleenex. I love that song, but it always tears me up.

man i love Pink Floyd........

What's ethnicity?
It's special retardation
without distinction.

sounds like i might fit right in........

Usin' a little
might make what might confound us,
& I'm sure it has.

-moment of silence-

*where's the confounded bridge?*

...Maybe somebody blew it up?
I'm only guessing, Mr.!

Led Zep reference.........can't pin point the tune...........Plant says that at the end of it.

Beautiful, as always.
You seem to know what I'm trying to say.