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I don't think so. Unless it was the very night before his birth..

It has nothing to do with "cult".. it's "secret".. or (apparently or by partial agreement) hidden.. I've gotten in trouble once not keeping a secret. No I didn't put it in light of day.. More like something.. "I know who you are.."

It has to be a cafe.. open well past midnight.. I'll pay the bill in advance, far before I'm drunk..

:) well crap.. then there was the time I was about 12 years old.. and the local gypsy.. or whatever she was studying to be.. she read the constellations, the stars and the numbers.. maybe I shouldn't say. But she looked at me.. and had no explanation.. so you think you know everything.. that was the quote. I just happened to, at the time.. so where is this going to go.. it has about twelve days or so.. Wish mr. Calavicci would weigh in here.. God bless you friend.. if I could just figure out the day of my death, and join it with the date of my birth.. maybe that's already happened..

but the lady can sing.. we get a little bit closer..

It's not just a winding road. I think we are willfully blind, one lifetime after another.. what are the alternatives.. hmm. some of us are "cursed".. i.e.. we remember at least partly what came before.. I hope this makes sense to somebody besides me..

Heh.. I think she dropped acid as well. At least once or twice.. I went to the big banquet this month.. out of the clear blue.. maybe I shouldn't say.. so the only *real* friend I had there.. he showed up in blue Jeans. A semi or ultimate formal occasion.. so I asked my friend.. I know it is a weird question or thought, but how many of this "staff" here took lsd in the 60's and 70's.. and the possible candidates in the crowd did NOT include the fella who *tried* to teach me Real Analysis..

so. where do *us* miserable bastards go after hours? Don't worry about it Paw.. that is too much to put on anybody.. I can't imagine what it costs to run a Cafe..

So interesting.. that it wasn't a bar, but a Cafe..

One day.. we all will be like the poor old miserable bastard trying to get a little bit of brandy.. Hemingway, a Well Lighted Place..

I dunno. The "end of da world" is a reality worth considering.. at least on a personal level. Not that I havent' Personally.. I've found the "connection" turn up on many different levels.. is there still a need for something like this for the rapidly diminishing ex-way? I dunno.. I just like being where I am welcome.. or at least where I am not run off..

Yep. That's about it.. :) the last "twig" I went to.. I close to gagged.. I've had a very small "opportunity" to express my disgust since then.. very small. but the *other* party asked me how I felt politically nowadays.. and I said something like the only ones to gain here are the politicians.. and they actually, for a half a second, AGREED with me...

me either.. scary thoughts.. I've been kind of expecting to find somebody else other than me to look me up.. now that greasespot is at it's near end, can we not, or can we bear our souls.. I mean, really.. asides from one or two here, I haven't had anybody from the last twenty (or even thirty) years look me up.. what does that say? I dunno. Not that it really makes any kind of difference in the grand scheme of things.. it really doesn't make any difference..

Ha! "oh... where shall I go, what shall I do.." too bad Paw isn't from da deep south. There is a perfect answer.. "frankly, my squirrell.." Too bad you won't be around after the first of the year.. I was going to send another substantial(?) donation to Mr. Irisheyes after the first of the year..

hmm. at least it is warm, most of the time..

John D. Tallman. I'm on facebook as well..

Where do we go from here..

that was everything though, wasn't it?

but why is it.. I generally end up at the right place at the right time.. and I will have the joy to do this, until my last day here. I hope.. there have been a few times though.. that I've wondered why I haven't found anyone else in this existence to do the same for me.. its too much to ask.. :) then last week it mysteriously happened, once.. I just wonder.. where do we go from here..

Yes, there is always peace friend.. why did they "get rid of" teenage staff? I mean.. aren't they da Word incarnate to da next generation? scary thoughts.. so the next generation is found to be out fending for themselves.. just a few questions.. thank you very much for your contribution here..

did vp *dabble* in the occult. My thoughts are, yes, he did. He just put a christian label on it.. I saw him do it.. he covered himself with light in one instance.. for the benefit of fawning followers, and those who would eventually consider and reject it all.. can one cover darkness with light? I am beginning to think it is a possiblity.. now as far as his description of the phenomena.. "can't dabble and not get dirty.." maybe he made himself far more unclean than the rest of us..

Midgets and Bar Stools.. I'm dying here..

too many delays with youtube and all.. I waited fifteen minutes for the video.. must just be the slowness of DSL.. the secrets of da universe need not such delays..

I've had one "leader" after another explain how he thought I was walking by da spirit or something.. somehow, at the turn of the moment, I would (coincidentally?) be at the right time, at the right place.. it continues even to today.. what is it that I am experiencing? the last time.. I desperately was trying to make it to Mt. Pleasant.. an hour and a half before I was supposed to be there.. all I know is I'm supposed to show up very early for some reason.. and I show up. So the "boss" looks at me.. and says.."I'm SOOOOOO glad you are here.. I'm supposed to be somewhere else. Here are the papers, you just arrange them in alphabetical order, and wait for the exams to come to you.." there is no bragging here. christ. are we supposed to really BE what we are supposed to be, or not.. this forum is anonymous enough that I can't claim any glory or such ...., thank god.. anybody have any similar experience? I would seriously like to know.. how can I show up at the right place, at the right time.. so.. da *boss* retires this year. If I ever have the chance, I will discretely ask the question.. "did you take a load of acid in the sixties/seventies.." It would partially explain the seemingly repeated connection..