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there are a few others.. who told me their story.. usually, others don't get it.. unless.. 1. It's a matter of public record. That is.. the in law who grew pot in his basement.. you would never hear it from me, unless the state of Michigan first entered his abode.. 2. The person departed from this world.. then it's more like.. their existence in present reality depends on being recognized by the rest of us humans who are lucky enough to be left behind.. I'm waiting. The last one who talked with me.. I'm going to suggest an English Composition class.. it maybe keep a journal.. don't worry too much about the legal implications.. it's a story, to be told. Just not by me.. unless you come under category number two..

Thank you for posting this topic, dear friend Abi.. I hope it got the results you wanted.. :)

ah friend Martin. I don't know why it is.. people tend to tell me everything.. no vow of secrecy, or anything.. He used to sell Pigeons.. maybe his story needs told.. I don't know why.. He would sell pigeons. And less than a half an hour, unless the unwary buyer confined them in a cage.. they would be back in Martin's pigeon coup.. the buyer would show up.. "have you seen my pigeons.." "noooooo..." Even in Way days.. this character probably was the closest to a "father" I had.. I never even CARED about any difference in religion, or commitment.. I mourn the loss.. :)

ha! yeah, not so bad, is it.. I was almost afraid to revisit this thread.. wondered how much I embarrassed myself.. I can understand the Hindu perspective a lot of the time as well.. there are a couple of their laws I am struggling with as well.. but this one Rabbi Abi quoted.. this guy is WONDERFUL.. In a weird way, I hope he doesn't figure that out.. just keep going the way you're going, fella..

Does anyone even make any of that any more? Send a few micrograms, to.. Da Squirrel New Knoxville, Ohio *they* will know where to send it, I'm sure..

I wonder if anybody can get a refund..

I was in charge of the weather once. But it only lasted at the most about sixty seconds..

so.. the scary question remains.. what are we..

He and his brother.. maybe I shouldn't say.. they used to sing.. after orChristmas Sales.. "what a friend, we have in Jesus.." sorry.. he told me.. God bless you friend.. He told me they used to offer a thanksgiving turkey. It was still alive.. the guy would deliver the range, oven.. refrigerator, or whatever it was.. "here is your turkey, Mahm.." It was still alive. Feathers and all.. God bless you, dear friend, Martin.. where do we go from here.. Sorry. I'm a innocent(?) bystander here.. sorry.. I tend to see th Jewish perspective on EVERYTHING.. heh Martin was really.. one of a kind. When he was born, they broke the mold.. I hope I live up to the same kind of reputation..

Sorry. I can't help.. he married a Goy.. she was too damned practical. One more word Martin... and... Martin defined the big laugh.. I don't care how much money he embodied.. he didn't either, either..

the last friend I had.. excuse the spelling. He assumed the title "Meshuginah".. If that's the best I can expect.. well, there are worst fates.. Gpd bless you Martin. sorry, I shouldn't say.. I'm just an observer here..

maybe I should not say more.. :) what can I say friend.. is this Kaballah.. or isn't it.. maybe I'm just nuts. I'll assume that title, well.. what are we..

I should have asked.. does the Creator have some kind of aversion to red wine? we could add that one to the rest of the 611 that apply here.. make it 610 "issues" I'm working on.. sorry, I'm not trying to be obnoxious. Just another old sorry sonofabitch.. trying to find my way through all of this..

When it rains, it pours.. :)

ha.. I'm still alone. That's the biggie, isn't it.. I understand why and all.. Christ.. that defines our existence, doesn't it? scary thoughts.. but seriously, in front of the Creator.. I'm seriously working on the rest.. I wrestled with an "angel" once. No, I didn't win.. I think we called it a draw.. Ya.. "I am no less " what is the word.. I'm about in the same state now, as then.. I am no less dysfunctional than you.. dear friend.. thank you for starting this thread..

I love the quotes of the fundamentalist character here.. maybe we really are exhibiting some kind of shift of consciousness.. or self-realization. one cosmic inch at a time..

Right now, I feel like I have 612 commandments I'm working on.. maybe I'm just lucky..

absolutely an amazing performance.. better if I might say than the published version..

I dunno. But I wish they would give one to me.. but really..to provide da motorcoach of his dreams j.l. was at least partly at the helm when twi hit da iceberg.. then there was the stiffy debacle. now he is looking for loyal followers to provide the motorcoach of his dreams.. at least his expectations are just a "tad" bit more realistic now..

Nice song.. Weird.. but.. take it as you will. A lot of these musicians, born in the late 1940's.. they were sent before us.. so.. where do we go from here..

friggin morons. Hey, if rocks started talking to ME.. I'd listen..

The sad thing is da way really thinks *they* own said property. But they don't. Not in their own terms.. The rocks there will be living on their own terms, long long after rosie, da way, linder, and his quickly becoming second rate replacement have long since left this world.. so.. who's smarter. Da way, as an organization under a fearless(?) leader, or the rocks. Oh yeah.. The rocks have more *godly* patience. Soon, this selection of numbnuts will pass.. You can shout "Hallelujah" if you want. I don't care.. doesn't bother me.. rosie, the rocks are laughing at your supposed gawd given superiority and accreditation. mr(?) linder, or rapidly becoming pudgy replacement, please make sure this message is delivered. Thank you.