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kumbaya emo
I just had another experience that reminded me IJUHP. Emotions erupted & a belief unfolded: that we might all enjoy ourselves more fully with a better system for expression.
Of course, I have no idea how to create one, & I love this place. Kumbaya, emo! |
I want to join the kumbaya-emo club.
Anyone else who wants to join, please bring your favorite recipes for s'mores. We need a cool t-shirt and bumper sticker logo as well. My dog's name is kumbaya, I shall name my first-born, kumbaya as well. However did kumbaya become a pejoritive?, such a shame indeed. I love to play with fire. I will build a bonfire large enough, for all of us sit around and sing. See ya there! |
...like white on rice!
I like to put a little peanut sauce on it. |
Kookaburra sits in an old gum tree.
I want a badge for my sash. |
Sash is a classy sassy word.
Design your own badge. What song would you like have playing, during the presentation ceremony? I'll bring the brownies along. |
would the brownies have any special ingredients?
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"i don't care if it rains or freezes...
' long as i have my plastic jesus..." |
I have a plastic jesus on a spring on my dashboard, and I love it.
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He dances up and down on deuteronomy too.
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& keeps a spare copy in the corner!
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Wrapped scroll-like with a purple rubber band.
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perhaps we could incorporate these elements into our new badge design for Firebuilding.
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Yes...yes we could.
Don't forget to bring your sit-upons. I do believe I have a some spare ones in the closet, in case you forget yours. Do you like your marsmallows a golden brown, cooked perfectly even on all sides?, or perhaps you like them burnt, like I do. |
I prefer them melty in the middle, and just warm enough to melt the chocolate, as long as the graham crackers are fresh enough.
Kumbaya! |
I bet the cinnamon sugar-coated graham crackers would be tasty,
You prefer the dark dark chocolate if I remember correctly? Kumbaya! |
Ive got something in my pocket
it belongs upon my face i keep it very close to me in a most convenient place . . * As an infant I was initiated as half-a-brownie . |
My frequent lovers
forget my magic enough to make me wonder. |
How can the memory be jogged perhaps?
Oh...whha |
Kumbaya!
I was kicked out of Brownie Scouts. Kumbaya! I was too expressive and pointed out to the scout leader that she was being mean and oppressive. Kumbaya! |
Who wants to play "The Glad Game,"
with me? "I Like Life" by Leslie Bricusse. I like life! Life likes me! Life and I fairly fully agree Life is fine! Life is good! 'Specially mine which is just as it should be! I like pouring the wine and why not? Life's a pleasure that I deny not I like life here and now Life and I made a mutual vow Till I die, life and I We'll both try to be better somehow And if life were a woman she would be my wife Why? Because I like life! I like life, life likes me I make life a perpetual spree Eating food, drinking wine Thinking who'd like the privilege to dine me I like drinking the drink I'm drinking I like thinking the thoughts I'm thinking I like songs, I like dance I hear music and I'm in a trance Tra la la! Oompapah! Chances are we shall get up and prance Where there's music and laughter happiness is rife Why? Because I like life! |
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I've lost at love before
got mad and closed the door but you said try, just once more I chose you for the one now I'm havin' so much fun you treated me so kind I'm about to lose my mind You made me so very happy I'm so glad you came into my life The others were untrue but when it came to lovin' you I'd spend my whole life with you 'cause you came and you took control you touched my very soul you always showed me that lovin' you is where it's at You made me so very happy I'm so glad you came into my life I love you so much it seems You're even in my dreams I can hear you yeah I can hear you calling me I'm so in love with you all I ever want to do is thank you baby thank you baby You made me so very happy you made me so very happy baby I'm so glad you came into my life Every day of my life I wanna thank you You made me so very happy Oh, I wanna spend my life with you thank you baby thank you baby |
david clayon thomas was one of my heroes...
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David Clayton-Thomas - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
-----Added 7/10/2008 at 10 : 42 : 16----- " Come by here." |
If you read the entire document,
you can find group sex, in the fine print. |
I like group sex almost as much as I like finding groups willing to kumbaya.
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We need the family size jar of marshmallow fluff.
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I'll be there if that's part of the appetizer.
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It has multi-purpose written all over it,
lubricant....is one...I AM blushing. |
Blushing isn't necessary in the dark.
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The heat seeking missile will find its destination.
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Indeed, kumbaya.
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Kumbaya my love,
Kumbaya.... |
Martin Luther King Speeches
I Have a Dream - Address at March on Washington August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C. Watch the Full 16-min video of Martin Luther King's famous I Have a Dream Speach I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation. [Applause] Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream. I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream. I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day. This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring. When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" Kumbaya. |
Invigorating autumns comprise strong winds and death, but we will not make them.
With other means at our disposal, we might choose more wisely. I hope we do. |
"let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes and mrs. wagner pies And we walked off to look for america kathy, I said as we boarded a greyhound in pittsburgh michigan seems like a dream to me now It took me four days to hitchhike from saginaw I've gone to look for america Laughing on the bus Playing games with the faces She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera toss me a cigarette, I think theres one in my raincoat we smoked the last one an hour ago So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field kathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and aching and I dont know why Counting the cars on the new jersey turnpike They've all gone to look for america All gone to look for america All gone to look for america...." ____________________ Thanks, Paul and Art. I miss you guys. |
"i've been paul simon'd and art garfunkle'd..."
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I art garfunkled, too!
This is the best campfire ever. Should I whittle some sticks? |
Floyd's High Hopes....
"Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles Our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary The ringing of the division bell had begun Along the long road and on down the causeway Do they still meet there by the cut There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps Running before time took our dreams away Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us to the ground To a life consumed by slow decay The grass was greener The light was brighter With friends surrounded The nights of wonder Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again Dragged by the force of some inner tide At a higher altitude with flag unfurled We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world **** Encumbered forever by desire and ambition There's a hunger still unsatisfied Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon Though down this road we've been so many times The grass was greener The light was brighter The taste was sweeter The nights of wonder With friends surrounded The dawn mist glowing The water flowing The endless river Forever and ever "Hey, is that Charlie? yes... Hello Charlie... great" _____________________________________________________________________________ High Hopes Writer(s): cahn/van heuse, a song from childhood stuck in my head: "Next time your found, with your chin on the ground There a lot to be learned, so look around Just what makes that little old ant Think he’ll move that rubber tree plant Anyone knows an ant, can’t Move a rubber tree plant But he’s got high hopes, he’s got high hopes He’s got high apple pie, in the sky hopes So any time your gettin’ low ’stead of lettin’ go Just remember that ant Oops there goes another rubber tree plant When troubles call, and your back’s to the wall There a lot to be learned, that wall could fall Once there was a silly old ram Thought he’d punch a hole in a dam No one could make that ram, scram He kept buttin’ that dam ’cause he had high hopes, he had high hopes He had high apple pie, in the sky hopes So any time your feelin’ bad ’stead of feelin’ sad Just remember that ram Oops there goes a billion kilowatt dam All problems just a toy balloon They’ll be bursted soon They’re just bound to go pop Oops there goes another problem kerplop." |
didn't frank sinatra sing that with eddie hodges in the movie?
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Yep.
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"Sometimes in our lives we all have pain
We all have sorrow But if we are wise We know that there's always tomorrow Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on Please swallow your pride If I have things you need to borrow For no one can fill those of your needs That you don't let show Lean on me, when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long 'Til I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on If there is a load you have to bear That you can't carry I'm right up the road I'll share your load If you just call me So just call on me brother, when you need a hand We all need somebody to lean on I just might have a problem that you'd understand We all need somebody to lean on Lean on me when you're not strong And I'll be your friend I'll help you carry on For it won't be long Till I'm gonna need Somebody to lean on Lean on me..." |
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Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds Could it be, stop and see How beautiful they are (Chorus) Two and two are four Four and four are eight Eight and eight are sixteen Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two Inchworm, inchworm Measuring the marigolds You and your arithmetic You'll probably go far (Repeat Chorus) Inchworm, inchworm Measuring the marigolds Seems to me you'd stop and see How beautiful they are |
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Why not use fucking words?
The most important tools known? We haven't got them. -----Added 12/11/2008 at 10 : 59 : 24----- Hell, I counted that wrongly! |
I can't post, see, or hear videos either my love,
here are some more words. ___________________________________________________________________________ Give Peace a Chance - John Lennon Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout Bagism, Shagism, Dragism, Madism, Ragism, Tagism This-ism, that-ism, ism ism ism All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance (C'mon) Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout Minister, Sinister, Banisters and Canisters, Bishops, Fishops, Rabbis, and Pop Eyes, Bye bye, Bye byes All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance (Let me tell you now) Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout Revolution, Evolution, Masturbation, Flagellation, Regulation, Integrations, mediations, United Nations, congratulations All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance Ev'rybody's talkin' 'bout John and Yoko, Timmy Leary, Rosemary, Tommy Smothers, Bobby Dylan, Tommy Cooper, Derek Taylor, Norman Mailer, Alan Ginsberg, Hare Krishna Hare Hare Krishna All we are saying is give peace a chance All we are saying is give peace a chance (Repeat 'til the tape runs out) |
Hari krishna!
How this all works is no less simple, nor more complicated. ...How this works is no more hard than it can be soft... Let's talk about charity & joy. Better yet, let's sing. |
I ate lunch at the Krishna Temple almost every day for one summer.
1981, San Diego. Good good good good good excellent food. What shall we sing next? I'll bring my bongos. |
c'mon, top "stewball..."
i dare ya'... |
Teach Your Children
by Graham Nash You, who are on the road Must have a code That you can live by. And so, become yourself Because the past Is just a goodbye. Teach your children well Their father's hell Did slowly go by And feed them on your dreams The one they picks The one you'll know by. Don't you ever ask them why If they told you, you would die So just look at them and sigh And know they love you. And you (Can you hear and) Of tender years (Do you care and) Can't know the fears (Can you see we) That your elders grew by (Must be free to) And so please help (Teach your children) Them with your youth (You believe and) They seek the truth (Make a world that) Before they can die (We can live in) Teach your parents well Their children’s hell Will slowly go by And feed them on your dreams The one they picks The one you’ll know by. Don’t you ever ask them why If they told you, you would cry So just look at them and sigh And know they love you. |
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You see how we are,
do you see how we is? I LOVE YOU. |
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Strawberry Alarm Clock..........
... ..... ............ ...... ...... Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singing song Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba Early morning singing song Good morning starshine The earth says hello You twinkle above us We twinkle below Good morning starshine You lead us along My love and me as we sing Our early morning singing song Gliddy glub gloopy Nibby nabby noopy La la la lo lo Sabba sibby sabba Nooby abba nabba Le le lo lo Tooby ooby walla Nooby abba naba Early morning singing song Singing a song Humming a song Singing a song Loving a song Laughing a song Singing a song Sing the song Song song song sing Sing sing sing sing song |
strawberry alarm clock? the only thing they ever did was "incense, peppermints..."
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See how you are, why I love you?
Let's heat up some rocks and build a sweat lodge! |
...soon, yes, soon.
I will be patient. "No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry. Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown, Oba - obaserving the 'ypocrites As they would mingle with the good people we meet. Good friends we have, oh, good friends we've lost Along the way. In this great future, you can't forget your past; So dry your tears, I seh. No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry. 'Ere, little darlin', don't shed no tears: No, woman, no cry. Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown. And then Georgie would make the fire lights, As it was logwood burnin' through the nights. Then we would cook cornmeal porridge, Of which I'll share with you; My feet is my only carriage, So I've got to push on through. But while I'm gone, I mean: Everything's gonna be all right! Everything's gonna be all right! Everything's gonna be all right! Everything's gonna be all right! I said, everything's gonna be all right-a! Everything's gonna be all right! Everything's gonna be all right, now! Everything's gonna be all right! So, woman, no cry; No - no, woman - woman, no cry. Woman, little sister, don't shed no tears; No, woman, no cry. --- [Guitar solo] --- I remember when we used to sit In the government yard in Trenchtown. And then Georgie would make the fire lights, As it was logwood burnin' through the nights. Then we would cook cornmeal porridge, Of which I'll share with you; My feet is my only carriage, So I've got to push on through. But while I'm gone: No, woman, no cry; No, woman, no cry. Woman, little darlin', say don't shed no tears; No, woman, no cry. Eh! (Little darlin', don't shed no tears! No, woman, no cry. Little sister, don't shed no tears! No, woman, no cry.)" |
words and music by Eric Idle
Some things in life are bad They can really make you mad Other things just make you swear and curse. When you're chewing on life's gristle Don't grumble, give a whistle And this'll help things turn out for the best... And...always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the light side of life... If life seems jolly rotten There's something you've forgotten And that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. When you're feeling in the dumps Don't be silly chumps Just purse your lips and whistle - that's the thing. And...always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the light side of life... For life is quite absurd And death's the final word You must always face the curtain with a bow. Forget about your sin - give the audience a grin Enjoy it - it's your last chance anyhow. So always look on the bright side of death Just before you draw your terminal breath Life's a piece of shit When you look at it Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true. You'll see it's all a show Keep 'em laughing as you go Just remember that the last laugh is on you. And always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the right side of life... (Come on guys, cheer up!) Always look on the bright side of life... Always look on the bright side of life... (Worse things happen at sea, you know.) Always look on the bright side of life... (I mean - what have you got to lose?) (You know, you come from nothing - you're going back to nothing. What have you lost? Nothing!) Always look on the right side of life... |
Let's go jump in the lake now, then...I see some likely looking shrubberies over yonder.
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that would be the guy... i have the original 33 1/3 w/album cover... |
My sisters, my mom and I,
we wore out two of the originals, that and Jesus Christ Superstar, and Cat Stevens,-Tea for the Tillerman, and Carole King that year, oh..and the Burl Ives one, and the Harry Belafonte one also. I am trying to remember a Danny Kaye album we had, that had stories about...'Nail soup', 'White face Siminy'...a white cat whose tail catches on fire, Kaye used the word, "hot cocolorum", for fire if I remember correctly. oh yeah... wish I had that one. Good memories. |
I'll hum you a few bars if you kumbaya the shrubberies.
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ring...music?
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My computer is finally repaired,
I have been using the library computer for the last....five months? |
so now you can go back and play some of that good stuff i've been posting...
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I can come back...almost whenever I want to do so.
I found the shrubberies exhausting, so I'm borrowing an identity. -Oc'mon. ( I did not write this-OCM?-forgot to log me off.) |
What am I doing here? My rhythm stumbled into the campfire, & I got a hard-on in the sweat lodge! Maybe I should go back to town... This solar eclipse isn't helping me any.
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Scorch 'em, peel them. Scorch them again, peel them.
I adore charcoal betwixt my teeth. http://i253.photobucket.com/albums/h...arshmallow.jpg |
Now astronauts are emo:
THIS IS SUICIDE,THIS IS SUICIDE COUNTDOWN COMPLETE, ROCKET ENGINES IGNITE THIS IS SUICIDE, THIS IS SUICIDE COUNTDOWN COMPLETE, ROCKET ENGINES IGNITE LAUNCH THIS CRAFT TO OUTER SPACE I'M NEVER COMING HOME TWISTING DIALS, CHECK THE GAUGES, ALL SYSTEMS ARE GO! LIVE WITHOUT ME, LOVE WITHOUT ME YOU LAUGHED RIGHT AT ME FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT, FIGHT FIGHT! PROTECTIVE VISOR OF POLISHED CHROME REFLECTS YOUR TEAR STAINED FACE WHEN CHILDREN WISH UPON SHOOTING STARS THEY'RE DEAD ASTRONAUTS IN SPACE GO! LIVE WITHOUT ME, LOVE WITHOUT ME YOU LAUGHED RIGHT AT ME FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT, FIGHT FIGHT! LIVE WITHOUT ME, LOVE WITHOUT ME YOU LAUGHED RIGHT AT ME FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT, FIGHT-FIGHT! THIS IS SUICIDE, THIS IS SUICIDE COUNTDOWN COMPLETE, ROCKET ENGINES IGNITE THIS IS SUICIDE, THIS IS SUICIDE COUNTDOWN COMPLETE, ROCKET ENGINES IGNITE ~ Die Monster Die, "This is Suicide" |
Damnit, Crompsin, all I can see are the bushes.
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He's focused.
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You remember how I looked at you
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Yes I do.
The brim of your hat came through the door first. Your bright blue irises flecked with cream, met my green brown hazel gaze. I stood to greet you. I felt the warmth on my back from the fire in its fireplace. I reached out and touched you, to see if you were real, just as I said I would. I closed my eyes to hear your voice, because for months, I had known you only by your voice. I opened my eyes and you were speaking & standing there, embodied. You knelt. You reached for my hand. Our connection, sent cool blue shivery heat trembles as we felt each other's feeling. I remember. |
ring.... that was incredibly beautiful to read, I feel slightly as though I have stumbled upon an intimate tryst between two lovers and am a bit embarrassed to disturb the beauty but cannot remove my eyes for the glory of it. What a gift to read and enjoy a moment in the life of you and yours.... Thank you for this treat and the smores'
I leave a token, and a sigh, maybe one day my husband will join me here (TFP) and our hearts can reconnect, I am envious. :) Thank you again. "Simple Gifts" 'Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free, 'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be, And when we find ourselves in the place just right, 'Twill be in the valley of love and delight. When true simplicity is gain'd, To bow and to bend we shan't be asham'd, To turn, turn will be our delight, Till by turning, turning we come round right. written by Elder Joseph Brackett, Jr., in 1848. I like this version of the music, it is sweet and simple, there are many versions, but this one reminds me of my youth. Added---------- Oh wow, just remembered this, And everything can lead back to Obama, I love it. My heart is happy and tomorrow is only 35 mins away, I ended this day happy after all, Thank you. :) kumbaya |
Thank you Idyllic.
Fear not, there is no disturbance. We have been told a few times, 'to get a room' Thus, the Insula thread was created. (feel free to be free there too, please.) We met here at TFP. Mutually transfixed, curious, & aroused, we communicated for months via different threads. After a few weeks communicating by phone, we met in person, on leap day of 2008. May you find new connections your heart aches for. The beauty of pain, is drawn from the same palette. Kumbaya. |
Kumbaya.
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