Hail to the Zookster.

Your avatar looks appropriatley festive this morn.

I have no glandular globuals to parade for you.

How are you ?

I considered starting a journal, but I have been wary of leaving any
hard copy behind. What better place to reveal a sliver of myself than here?

I memorize all telephone #s My CID is sterile.

TFP has tought me some good lessons, all I have to do is follow my trail
of bread crumbs, I can not hide or take back what I've 'Said'

OK then, time for a laugh....I suck at remembering jokes other than
the truly pedestrian ilk.

Ahh hell...music shall mend my muse...

RIPOSTE.

Nothing entertaining to add but I thought I'd assist in the longest thread ever!


So tired... must sleep.... eyelids are heavy.... tired.... sleep... warm bed

Nothing to add????? what about your promise?????

I dont enjoy feeling Fractious.

something must be done.

In case you haven't gotten an answer yet, PM halx



My word of advise for the day: Don't let an alligator bite your head off.


http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...ictures108.jpg

:D Did that last eve.

Life is too important to be taken seriously - O.W.

It should be on. :(

http://www.seeqpod.com/music/?plid=45deb39a8b

You guys watch The Crocodile Hunter at all?

I rarely watch T.V

I did watch an interview with his daughter, after he died.

No ideas rationalize, man.

Just turned off the online playlist, tuning in to the radio talk.


Also playing Smash. :D

Smash regarding morality is what is decisive. The end of the moral interpretation of the world, which no longer has any sanction after it has tried to escape into some beyond, leads to nihilism. “Everything lacks meaning” (the untenability of one interpretation of the world, upon which a tremendous amount of energy has been lavished, awakens the suspicion that all interpretations of the world are false). Rationalistic tendency, yearning for Nothing. (Playlists Online is not the culmination of a thoroughly moralistic development; its nihilism is therefore full of morality that is not overcome: existence as punishment, existence construed as error, error thus as a punishment—a moral valuation.) Philosophical attempts to overcome the “moral God” (Abbot, Costello, Elvis). Overcoming popular ideals: the sage; the saint; the poet. The antagonism of “true” and “beautiful” and “good".

randomize post.

Hoped it helped his hangover?

I dunno, I can't read his thoughts for some reason.

nothing's funnier than a smoking monkey

Several Monkeys passing a joint around.

Speak no evil-Hear no evil- See no evil.

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...evil-see-n.jpg

or?

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...s/23185059.jpg

"This aint no technological break-down"......

Word

Up.

Yup.

Sup.

It is snowing lots.

I am trying to remember what warm sand at the beach feels like.

Only by forgetting this primitive world of metaphor can one live with any repose, security, and consistency within a technology breakdown: only by means of the petrification and coagulation of a mass of images which originally streamed from the primal faculty of human imagination like a fiery liquid, only in the invincible faith that this sun, this window, this table is a truth in itself, in short, only by forgetting that he himself is an artistically creating subject, does man live with any repose, security, and consistency. If but for an instant he could escape from the prison walls of this faith, his"self consciousness” would be immediately destroyed. It is even a difficult thing for him to admit to himself that the insect or the bird perceives an entirely different world from the one that man does, and that the question of which of these perceptions of the world is the more correct one is quite meaningless, for this would have to have been decided previously in accordance with the criterion of the correct perception, which means, in accordance with a criterion which is not available. But in any case it seems to me that “the correct perception"-which would mean “the adequate expression of an object in the subject"-is a contradictory impossibility. For between two absolutely different spheres, as between subject and object, there is no causality, no correctness, and no expression; there is, at most, an aesthetic relation: I mean, a suggestive transference, a stammering translation into a completely foreign tongue-for which I there is required, in any case, a freely inventive intermediate sphere and mediating force. “Appearance” is a word that contains many temptations, which is why I avoid it as much as possible. For it is not true that the essence of things “appears” in the empirical world. A painter without hands who wished to express in song the picture before his mind would, by means of this substitution of spheres, still reveal more about the essence of things than does the empirical world. Even the relationship of a nerve stimulus to the generated image is not a necessary one. But when the same image has been generated millions of times and has been handed down for many generations and finally appears on the same occasion every time for all mankind, then it acquires at last the same meaning for men it would have if it were the sole necessary image and if the relationship of the original nerve stimulus to the generated image were a strictly causal one. In the same manner, an eternally repeated dream would certainly be felt and judged to be reality. But the hardening and congealing of a metaphor guarantees absolutely nothing concerning its necessity and exclusive justification.

Ah, but this could be:
A missed syllable somewhere.
Where could it have gone?

Our nether regions
lead to our baser instincts
doing what they will.

Yeah..sometimes I wake up and feel claustrophobic inside my body.

The DSM-III eliminated the diagnosis of neurosis,

So now I am free to re-define the word neurotic, as mentally sexy.

“It sometimes happens,” said a claustrophobic pedant and trifle- retailer, “that I honour and respect an unselfish man: not, however, because he is unselfish, but because I think he has a right to be useful to another man at his own expense. In short, the question is always who HE is, and who THE OTHER is. For instance, in a person created and destined for command, self- denial and modest retirement, instead of being virtues, would be the waste of virtues: so it seems to me. Every system of unegoistic morality which takes itself unconditionally and appeals to every one, not only sins against good taste, but is also an incentive to sins of omission, an ADDITIONAL seduction under the mask of philanthropy—and precisely a seduction and injury to the higher, rarer, and more privileged types of men. Moral systems must be compelled first of all to bow before the GRADATIONS OF RANK; their presumption must be driven home to their conscience—until they thoroughly understand at last that it is IMMORAL to say that 'what is right for one is proper for another.'"—So said my moralistic pedant and bonhomme. Did he perhaps deserve to be laughed at when he thus exhorted systems of morals to practise morality? But one should not be too much in the right if one wishes to have the laughers on ONE’s OWN side; a grain of wrong pertains even to good taste.

I will curtsy to that line of reason.

Enjoy the infinite number of spices in your cabinet.

Well its been over a year since I have seen this thread. And it indeed as grown. Good for you guys to keep it going.

Maybe a sincere note to Kris Kringle under your pillow might work.


Snowingsnowingsnowingpelletspelletspelletsslickwaterslickwater.

Memories of weighing 55lbs.

My father carrying me up the long steep hill, behind his sisters house in
Pottstown,Pa.

The layer of ice was at least an inch thick over three feet of snow.
Every step he took, a moments hesitation as his booted foot broke through,
the ice chafing his shins I imagine.

He set me down on my stomach, gave a right good push on the soles of my boots, my arms as wings.

No trees to crash into, simply a marvelous time, the hill had undulations that
kept the descent speed variable.

Years later, I realized just how much effort he put forth that day.
Thanks Dad.

A friend of mine in NY took this pic of a note attached to a phone pole located in Union Square:


http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2355/...89128e9a_b.jpg

That's quite the elaborate "Missing Bike" sign.

mmm... cookies exchange.

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/64...9a9945de_m.jpg

Dracula, Draculaaa

Dracula, Draculaaa

Dracula, Draculaaa

Dracula, Draculaaa

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2362/...41134b98d9.jpg

I joined TFP on SAMHAIN.

European paper money is intricately intriguing.

Romanian in particular.

Check out my profile pic.

Post script: First Dibs on all the chewy edge pieces of those cookies!

No not really, I like to share, I must curb my selfish tendencies.

with 2!! not just 1.

Hello MexicanOnaBike,

I have been pedalling,

nice to see you did you have an O.K day?

"People come and go so quickly here"

SSTAge FRight.



Gentle me firmly
until I laugh or bite you,
I fear no shadow.

I need more tinfoil
for the lining of my cave
so I go insane.

keep on going!

what food is fuel
can I find the fire escape,
firemen are hot.

Ninety-nine forty?
No way, could it really be?
I've dated myself.

Ah-ha?

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2329/...7f19fe0b_o.jpg

ninethousandninehundredforty 2 for tea and tea for two.

May I have some, please?
I have no sense of timing...
Chamomile and rue.

You have now found yourself trapped in the incomprehensible

http://farm1.static.flickr.com/100/2...2f49621231.jpg

And may I stay there?
Or must I be hurried on
to other wonders?

9÷9+4=5

Is the "Rocky Mtn Bulldogs" a real team, or is my sweatshirt lying?

I still wanna see some tits......



http://www.ducttapeguys.com/

White Minus Red Equals Blue.

Hello

My mind has halted to a grind,
there's nothing left but melon rind.

Where oh where, can I find
The monster whom on my brain has dined?

Cow brains don't taste bad.

You say some funny things.

Moo to you too.:D

We're close to 10k!

"Do Beauty Things" - Chuck the bicycle messenger in New York 1983

Likewise with technology. I hate, hate, hate technology that makes my life more difficult. For example mobile phones. They are a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Supposed to make life more convenient and simple. Hah! Is trying to type complicated text messages on those tiny keys easy? Is trying to work out how to bluetooth a photo from my computer to the phone easy? Well apparently it is, but I can’t bloody do it!

Hell, I didn't even know what a troll was until recently,
I didn't know what people meant by LOL, I kept picturing people lolling
and roffling around.

I'm still clinging to my Olympus OM-2S camera.
I will get a digital camera soon, need to learn about them first.
What constitutes a good one, and all that.

This dinosaur has the capability to evolve.

Poignancy
A bittersweet song,
That heartens.

Endearingly Weird
Spacey Gracie my nickname,
Bumping into walls.

New Page.



http://farm1.static.flickr.com/60/17...ca905ec6eb.jpg

I wonder how to pronounce that.

I am going to get a dog and name it Arrow, if it fits his personality,
maybe he will tell me what his name should be.

Somebody revived the 'Word'.

Traitorous treasonous triflers.

Hunters and Collectors

of Oranges and lemons

No Virgin Prunes

I'm sleepy, gots to crash.

Hi guys!

Hello, new female compatriot :oogle:

One can promise actions, but not feelings, for the latter are involuntary. He who promises to love forever or hate forever or be forever faithful to someone is promising something that is not in his power. He can, however, promise those actions that are usually the consequence of love, hatred, or faithfulness, but that can also spring from other motives: for there are several paths and motives to an action. A promise to love someone forever, then, means, “As long as I love you I will render unto you the actions of love; if I no longer love you, you will continue to receive the same actions from me, if for other motives." Thus the illusion remains in the minds of one’s fellow men that the love is unchanged and still the same.

An example:

http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m...1130034924.gif

or

http://i105.photobucket.com/albums/m...od1500deol.jpg

Imagine the offspring off Yann Martel and Annie Proulx.

Uh-oh! ...it's nothing...
The denouement approaches.
Be it and do it..

Do Be A do BEE
Don't be a don't BEE

OCM Rocks.

Can't find the back-beat
in my forebrain, and wonder
where the music went.

Ah, well. It'll be back.

nine NINE seven four.

This is what drumsticks on the dashboard are for.

wow! only 25 more to go before our "10,000" party at my house ...be there or be square.

nine nine seven six,
before you mow, pick up the sticks.

Also remember to keep your crib flips in the crib.

Snow on any sensitive 'parts' will bring you into the moment,
if that is what need be.

SOMEBODY TALK TO ME !!!

I wonder how Ergo is doing today,
do you?




I lie pressing pushing freshly
gushing smoothly flowing
harshly bathing, glowing rushing
pressing hard, pushing soft
pushing left .. pressing right on target
buttons pop scatter drop

round the bend its corners blend
a perfect roast, we drink our health and pass burnt toast
dressing the wounds
with acid marmalade,
sweet nothings stick inside my ear
the corner of my eye a bloody tear,

A hole, an opening, a doorway
ther stands a mass, tensed, crouched,
pinpoints of light pass between the legs,

The light finds the floor by my feet
frozen, the hulk, the bulk
of flesh absorbs the glare
a stare, the mouth, a gaping jaw of fortress white,

billy club clenched
he swings
he might,
catch me if you can billy boy,
olly olly oxen free spirit circles, I dance round you faster,
catch me if your can can move fast , dart, switch,
leap, twist, land on all for

I'm behind and ahead of the time spent on reaction,
split before the art of anticipation,guessing games,

A riddle, a fiddle I'm playing
as if it were harps and the sound bouncing off the walls,
comes back to you red rubber echos.



So anyway......how bout them Jets...a whatsa gonna happen ya think?

I wonder how much bandwidth this thread takes up for poor ol' halx

Ask the Father that
if a barnacle we be,
do we not give back?
:cry:

agin with the flippant remarks....

What about my afor-mentioned tit?


Helloooooo I love yas all... weally, I do...

.

Hello Tenacious Sir !!

You seem to have a memory for mammories.

:D :D :D

The most dangerous bird in the world.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cassowary

Cassowaries (from the Indonesian name kasuari) are part of the ratite group, which also includes the emu, rhea, ostrich, moa (now extinct), and kiwi.

Has been known to kill more humans in Australia than crocodiles.

Closet living relative to the now extinct veliciraptors.

One Bad Bird.

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedi...ad_frontal.jpg

Chris Marker look out there is a technicolor happening.

Damn, that bird has eyes right between the side and frontal.

I have not looked it up yet how big are they?


O.K. 5 feet and up a bit... I once had an encounter with an ostrich..

But these beezin.. well beezin.

Well the drinks you offered weren't drinkable...

If I truly had a Blackberry margarita, a few dirty Shirley's and about a dozen beers then maybe just maybe I might follow through with my offer

Blue Blue Electric Blue. The amber eyes..... The batik forehead.

Those colors stimulate.

Hey beautiful bird girl.

The hangover would not be worth it.

See Jetee's beautiful bird for you?


Let us see if I can Blither and Blather our way to the next page, or phase....

If I had any sense about the Flickr Place I could stimulate you with the visuals

We crave.

My sisters and I used to spend a whole day, functioning as if we were sightless. Blindfolding ourselves in the morning, then preparing to break our fast, (Mother was most liberal, yet kept an eye out for us weirdos)

One time I spent 72 hours blindfolded. It does not take long for the other senses to kick in.

There were other instances of pretending to be paraplegic...certainly I cannot be the only one to have ever done this...I am not so unique as I think I am, are I ?

HA HA! cute.... you know my wife, doncha.... !

The drinks may not have been drinkable, but I did indeed make them. If you chose not to drink them, thats on you.
And anyways, is the tit gonna be edible?????


hehehehehehehehehe

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you ain't met my wife.....

and thats not a tit either.

How would one design a smilie for LONELY.

Well the tit wouldn't necessarily be edible but it would be nibble worthy :-)

Helicopter comes
to lift me from the rapids,
soft bed for healing.


Exhale.

Should I try for it?

I have always been easily influenced by my rowdier friends.

I'm not quite sure if I like The Jam.

The all Mod Con ones?

Paul Weller does have a haunting voice though.

I couldn't accurately say, since I have no inkling of what you speak of....

I think I like The Police, only tonight learning who they are, and what they have done.

I used to roller-skate on the board-walk in San Diego,CA, U.S.A.

To the 'Police' music. That was 1979 to 80 something..

I saw them in concert before they were 'reckognized' I guess is the best word I can come up with.

You have good taste in hippity hop, that is for certain.

I also need to see about compartmentalizng.

the conversion from diverse to discrete is daunting for me anyhooos.

Perfectionism is a noble cause to champion however.

Syncopation is my essence, yet so is chaos.

Schiz-- Dichotomy.

For the moment, I am in tune.



Roboslut by The Crystal Method

http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2352/...32cfd5b5_m.jpg

You are the genius of yourself MAESTRO...

Please let me ride on your coat tails to 10,000

And so it goes...
 

Our Astute Milestone of 10,000 has officially been realized.


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Now is the time to look onward to the duplication of this monumental feat, and then ever onward, until we truly and undisputably become "The Longest Thread Ever!!!"




Keep turning...