she needs a blue vein cigar

I need to learn where Zooks is getting these helpful (if not trivial, but hey, that's my forte) bits of information (that may or may not be quoted from some TV documentaries, or perhaps, the TV Guide itself).

I tried to make this day come as slow as it can, but so, far, I'm failing, mostly because they (others) seem to make it fit to "try" me.

Don't try. Just apply (to me).

I wonder how far one can go into applying for notice, and actually get less of it, perceived, when it propogates so fully and beautifully? I think that's the story of this topic's endeavor, in a nutshell, if you were to ask me. Nobody asks me.

Ah, I just reminded myself. "Nobody". I'm sure he'll appreciate it once I feature him (elsewhere).

(I speak so much in vaguetries; do this try your understanding of me, or does it enforce it?)

I knew it. Thank you, bizarro me in a strange land of topsy-turvy seasonal affectedness.

If what you can love runs contrary
to all the values others treasure the most
please hold yourself equally treasured.:thumbsup:

(Re-read a few pages.)

I read (re: 'red'), but I don't "see". Let me stew on it.

What makes me

*shakes head

is I'm gone but 10 minutes (maybe 30) and in that span, we get inundated by the seemingly inconsequential. For someone who strives for meaning in anything in this void of our choas, I get dismayed by it. I can't rebel against it, for the sole reason I'm not a part of it.

I'm in the wrong 'zone', I believe (or they'll have me believe) ; please hand me a ticket back. My state of mind has reversed course.

I put some meaning
into all the things I say,
at least I try to.

Understanding some issues
can hardly help its own truncation
by clinging to prejudice.

Not to take away from contriubtions elsewhere (or am I taking it away anyways?) but since I don't know when, I've started to complie and create all of my posts as if they mean something bigger than anything ever before; I want them archived, and to be remebered, adored.

I always said I didn't want to be famous. Something in me is contradicting that notion now.
For the most part, though, this is perfection (or as close to it) for the sake of one person: myself.

All else, audience or not, comes second.

- - -

Would you like some music for today?
(and with that keyword, I've remembered somthing else.)

A hot bath or a lukewarm shower usually brings my mania level down
to a tolerable level.

Yes, music sounds like an excellent idea.

Well, I don't have an immediate idea of what you might like (though I have been pushing off the idea of creating a new Tilted Music thread since early this morning)...

so in the stead of my absence of mind of what may be actually pined for, I'll just post something that I really liked from about a week (a new discovery as well!).

combined: (click the highlighted link below, the track, to begin to listen.)

I'm writing too many words.

Know who I miss?


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Elphaba

know who I miss:

of anger & resentment
you have read I harbor some also
so togetherness will count.

I have a lot of anger every day, but then I forget about come the next day.

(I'm actually quite almost very pissed that I've wasted all this time, when in three minutes' time, I should have started my new topic by now.)

I hate it when our queerness
doesn't live up to its promises
thereby denying itself.

(abs)

It's a shame, Sir.

Surrender.

I'm pretty weird, too. But that's the way I like it.

No, the other video I posted was much better. Or should I call it a 'performance'?

Watch the other one instead (or should I say, 'enjoy' the other one?).

it wasn't Mick Jagger in Performance doing Memo from Turner ...was it?

No.

'Twas this 'un.

ahh, I see. Generally, I did not like much about the '80's, though I do like U2, Jet.

XOXOXOX,
iBN

Noone has denied
the value of your input
that I've yet noticed...:thumbsup:

Great song.

(Yes, Nick, that ends in "eat". Progresso makes wonderful tomato soup.):)

& I got another palindrome.

If there was anything good about those eighties, it is that our colour spectrum probably multipled threefold throughout those years. We ven got to name a few of them, too.

I "totally" killed myself today. I need to eat my capsule, and brace in. My 'play' is really my work, and my 'work', well i look forward to that more than I do my 'play' (free time).

My free time is "bogus". I'd much rather be sleeping right now than to keep being "free".
Somehow, this society & community will not allow me to sleep anymore than five hours a day.

Little inside track: I cheat them all the time. It's "mondo".

I heard about that
from someone with compassion
& wishing you well.

You'll have to remind of that again; I should have never have given up my pad & paper... my memory's not worth anything more than a dandelionfish's anymore.

I love sleeping because I can dream for eight to ten hours.

Pages & pages full of epic dreams I used to write.

Writers play all the time. 'Tis a joy.

Hi, dear Grace. A while back I thought you said you're going to Mexico to work for a while and then I didn't notice you around here. So I figured you went. Did you go? Now I think you didn't, but I'm wondering why I believed that.

I didn't have the funds for travel, and other circumstances happened.

Ah well, another time perhaps.

that's the spirit

my spirit is still drained.

no use in complaining now.

i think i'll finally get on starting that thread i said i was going to, but the numbers (and my procrastination) did not align.

be back after its done.

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to leave Earth? To gaze back at the receding blue gem that is our home planet and go where no human has gone before? What strange sights await you? What dangers must you avoid? With five decades of space exploration behind us, we can now begin to answer these questions. Blast-off with this Australian-made documentary series, which explores the pleasures and pitfalls of travel to the alien planets of our own solar system. Narrated by Richard Roxburgh, this series visits the planets from a very personal perspective: that of the people who have sent probes hurtling to strange worlds, and also from the viewpoint of any one of us who might dream of making a trip ourselves. The series is styled in the guise of a visual guidebook, tapping into the mystery and intrigue of space exploration while providing the sort of practical information required by anyone who might like to imagine actually going there. Think of it as a kind of handbook for our cosmic neighbourhood. It recaptures the sense of wonder and romance that was so palpable during the early years of the exploration of the moon and the planets beyond. With a renewed push to propel humans into the heavens and the last three decades of unmanned interplanetary missions behind us, we now have the legitimacy to look deeply into the solar system to explore what our planetary neighbours offer in terms of destinations for human exploration and discovery. As dawn breaks on a new age of manned space flight, this program offers a ringside seat to the splendours of the solar system: an astronaut's guide to whole new worlds of possibility.

you know what spaces me out? Truck racing in Australia.

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Another post from the beyond.. you just can't get people to change without them looking at you funny.

Metamorphosis is private business.

So I hear. Something about a monster telling me about how 'community' is dead; I'm not all too oblivious to disagree with it. I'm optimistic that part of it is wrong, but no.

'Train in Vain' is next.

Not to be confused with optometrist, but sometimes closing your eyes works for a while.

Well, as you've seen recently, it's hard to keep your eyes closed to the raucousness when some feel compelled to usher their entire chest into your face (and that's actually not the worst part of it).

Somehow, still, with all that 'private business', in more than half of the states, (31) it is not considered assault to give someone a friendly teabagging, regardless of intimacies (strangership).

Dolly Parton is a teabagger?

Edward, darling, I am very confused.

Please clearly state what has you in such a state.

In a state of utter aspiration, am I, but when all around, looking to find a spark to cling to, I can only muster exasperation, at what & how my time is being squandered working towards something I'm not quite so sure of anymore.


I think I'd like a good formspringing agent, and with that, and hopefully some free time, I can shut off some of the apathy thats rubbing off on me.

Summer's almost over; can you believe it? I'm still trying to catch up to all the things I put on hold since 2007.

(What have you ever collected?)

Memories.
A handful of friends.
Pretty rocks, feathers and old bones.

Time does its slippery thing upon us all.

If apathy is bothersome, then its not truly apathy, is it?

Pz, bro.

(and no, I do not smell like dogfood.:D:D:D )

New page.

Let's see what I have collected recently.


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moonlight sonata by Sensei Lmno

(maybe the thing that I'm so wanting of / annoyed by is actually the one thing I actually have trouble expressing myself, as well; true commentary and appreciation.)


I appreciate you all (save for one, but I still don't ignore you, even when my pessimistic mind tells me I oughtta have, long ago, in a galaxy far away..).

I'll get on thinking of a new scenery for a new song.

I did not forget (what I said) ; no more 'taking' from me, I'm now, and always will be, a giver.

"This one's for you!"

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Rima Fakih (already has a wiki page, if can you believe it)

Samsung USB Pocket Drive
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ooo yeah. heaps of fun to watch!

.

Excellent, darlin'.:thumbsup:

Put a name on it,
like describing enemies,
& you grow smaller.:shakehead:

good thing i never named it "pedro" :no:

I named one of mine "Pedro"
but in English, of course, as I speak,
one "American" tongue.

22-(4x4)=6

Gas chromatograph analysis of sediment cores from the bottom of Loch Ness supports the theory that a population of large creatures could live there.

I now see your advice (advantage?) and I shall participate alongside you:

NOVA Online | The Beast of Loch Ness

Have you yet seen this episode? I might've, I'm not sure. need to see the visual snapshots, and hear the narrator again.

I hope you had a good day, friend. My own was full, perhaps not good, but still satisfying that I got through it all okay.

How was your day; what made you chuckle; did you meet a new person?

(Full. a stray comment about how yesterday is only three days away. Jeffrey ___.)

I vent to my dads block up zee road, and removed zee rusted parts from a tray that I am fixing up to put on his ute... Zen I come home again... Next week I weld in new tray, and paint...

I vented at new neighbors
over the back fence, night before last,
& formed some new connections.

this thread still exists? fun.

Yes, fun or nonsense.
Did you think one such would end
with its goal achieved?

I let the dog out into the hallway so he could see who was
causing a ruckus.

People move in and out of here frequently.

Mostly they leave dead on a gurney.

Not today, yet. It was youngsters visiting relatives. They enjoyed petting the dog.

...Dead on a gurney,
like nurseries provide us,
but in the long run.

There truly is a conspiracy against me here, but they just don't want me to know, mention it, or even realize it exists, but I know better.

There's something afoot here, and I don't what I did, who I offended, or just didn't get on their bright side... and it caused them to rally, spread the word, & brand a Scarlet affixture onto my cyber-being, but I'm somehow an outcast. I only want the beginnings of a conversation, and there's nothing to be found, save for snubbings.

Paranoid, my patootie. I don't why, but I'm not a character, nor a fixture, in their clique, and I anything I try in order to extract relevant commentary, or opnions just falls flat. Now I know what Simon & Garfunkel meant.
I've got to stop whining about what I perceive, you'll agree; we all know sympathy is the hardest emotion to convey for humans in this now Generation 'Z'. The clock will reset tomorrow.

... / the above is a 'kidding' scenario, so I say with a chagrin smile.


I think for the rest of time and history's utilization, the word conspiracy will always have a negative connotation.


Post-EDIT:
I think I will be starting to form the idea for the creation of the TLTE!'s new blog. Would anybody like to volunteer their services?

(2into24)-5=7

I'll kid you some more,
take my tongue out of my cheek,
& bite on it HARD.

And so, I'll take it, as I am in desperate need of a fresher taste.

Try some chlorophyll,
or prescription chemicals,
or lightening up.

(2/2)x4+5=9

No, I'll think I'll (I will, I will?) just stop trying so gundabbit hard to please an audience I never really had the first place.

(but you're right: I haven't had anything "green" to eat in weeks, at least. Last thing might have been a piece of gum.)

Hopefully, in time, with the ability to satisfy myself, will others come to realize what I am attuned to, and find intellectual / inspirational, is not all that unique; it's the just human experience, after all.

I will share my salad with you.

Too much time in head-time for karmic yoga-go dig some ditches.

Find someone in need.
Discover their need.

Help to fill in the holes.

Get off the internet.

Go find smelly three dimensional starving sad/happy downtrodden brethren, and give succor.

We are all around we.

Time for me to reach out to others in 3-d life as well.

I think I found my "final" respite and tune for my leave: The Roots - Dear God (from newest album, 'How I Got Over'..)


(if this doesn't bring back Esoteric, I don't know what will.)

I miss him achingly also.

I hope he & his young son are faring well.

Calling Eso! Calling Eso! Calling Eso!

He hung up on me.
I've a sneaking suspicion,
with nothing to say.

I've got something to say, but it's better left unsaid.

(I so want to hit the P button and stop this all.)

I, too suffer....

.

In another position,
retaining what it takes to laugh at
our fragile underpinnings.

You ain't fucking suffering.

sufferin' succotash

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Wildly, skies, unchangeable,
accept it all with some gratitude,
& rain it back for fodder.

I blink and miss stuff frequently, it happens.
Otherwise my eyes would dry up and I couldn't see a thing.

Skipping some few steps;
relying on what we know,
is what knowing's for.

I know you do, my dear, poor Yorick.

It is my fault for not recognizing the suffering consequences (sucatache?) of others, so that I may alievate them of it, if only slightly.

I collect good skipping rocks.

I toss them away,
because that's what they're for, right?
& nature has more.

Of course.

I skipped a walnut shell the other day. It still had meat inside.

A turtle found it, or a fish, or a bacteria something.

You should see the pond,
& how the fish are growing.
(You said "meat inside"!)

What an affliction to have.
You aint suffering, either.

Ben Kweller - Until I Die

I never assume
we all come from the same place.
You know what that does.

nice tune, Jet.
suffering's relative, beautiful.

Where does one find skipping rocks?

Mine just lay there.... lifeless....

Do they have to be taught how to skip?
Where do they keep their ropes?
I cant find any pockets......

.

They usually look like regular old rocks to me, but to my children they are special treasures that they have to save. So my pockets are full of these gems.

I had a great time visiting my relatives in Toronto this past weekend. Prior to the wedding we went to the largest flea market in Toronto. My niece is happily married now and off to Aruba today. The hotel was full of little hockey boys from Minnesota and to my chagrin, they said they were rooting for Montreal over the Flyers. I'm glad that didn't work out for them. Hopefully, tonight will be the end of the season for Les Canadiens de Montréal.

2x2x4/8=2

Gravity's working
on minerals like we are.
I'm full of water.

Sadly, I was not wrong. Also, sadly, is the 'not wanted' part.

However much I say I don't care, I absolutely refuse to be taken out of context, have my meaning be inferred just from eight simple words (or less), and then be lambasted for what was perceived. (that last word may be my missing piece.) Off to go right wrongs I really shouldn't have to, but now, unfortunately, do I feel is my duty, as the 'nice, charitable guy'. (who may I add, seeks nothing in return, but to not be thrown against invisble raining knives, mind you.)

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PS
Percival is the most righteous name I can think of right now; what about you? Whose name is so righteous you sometimes feel to make (random) mention of it?

post-PS:

A fond, and random congratulations towards your niece on her newly-engaged nuptials, BadNick.

Aruba, I've heard, is a splendid locale (I've also seen it firsthand, but don't ask. It was a horrible experience that one time, if only due to some untimely monsoons, and bad on my part to not research, initially, where exactly, in the geographic sense of the world, it was situated).

thanks, Jet.

Good luck and may the force be with you on your quest for justice. I don't know about those raining knives, though. The best blades will rust, you know. If they're invisible, you probably can't see the rust anyway. But I might still worry about it just knowing what could be happening behind that veil of invisibility.

What a keen individual you are, and one I actually do soon hope to call my 'real friend' indeed (when I get stateside again, you need to remind me to remind you to recall that statement you uttered about taking me out to dinner and a night around town).
(I meant this in regards to your "veil of invisiblity" comment, whereas I was thinking of something similar at that exact moment, but had not yet given it a title. "You complete(d) me.".)

By the by, I forgot (almost) to mention something coming soon on the ways:
Are you watchting , and being riveted by, the NHL hockey action, as presented to you by, your own resident sports team, the Philadelphia Flyers?

Did they win yet? (ah, the SC ticker just told me 'yes', they did.)

yep, we're now off to kick butt in Chicago. Next Flyers win: vs. Chicago Blackhawks on May 29; the Chicago defeat starts @ 8:00pm ET

I used the infamous Internet Archive Wayforward Machine to get this photo highlight of the action:

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...6/53813157.jpg

22x4=88

Encouraging some weakness
is important like our money ain't.
Google it; it's not from me.

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I've been meaning to understand the Internet Archive for some time now, mostly, well, because I'd like to archive the TFP, if anything unforeseen should happen to its current "memory".

You have worthy goals.
Could be the storage safer
somewhere else than here?

I'd be crushed if all this disappeared Call your file COMMUNICATION EVOLUTION.

We should build a band.

Some conducting or playing
goes along with such establishments.
I can sing "Amazing Grace."

...approximately.

I choke up & and start to cry, trying to sing that song.

Maybe that's how it should be sung.

Sonuvawidget! I hate getting bumped by PA (Member's), or WA (here), or BA (Beth-Ann).


But, I do love singing about waves. And waves. And waves.

(I probably should have posted a picture of one as well, but I'll leave you in suspense with that one.)

Is this a personal space issue?

What's PA? What's WA?

What shall we name our band?

Counrty Bear Jamboree!
disney aint using it no more.........

Wow, that's too bad.

That was an excellent torture method.

Ten minutes of watching it....I would have confessed to anything.

hey, it was no " Carousel of Progress "
thats for sure....

the TFP entry for May 24, 2002 on the Wayback Machine

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g2...PMay242002.jpg

Good Morning, Me. "Do you feel Alive..?"

I ___ you. (fill in the phrase, if you would, please.)