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and the only one here is the official Greasespot BOT.. and da squirrel.. bots and squirrels.. not a good mix..

sheesh.. I had a computer failure saturday.. no chat.. If you want to invade MY dreams.. well, go ahead.. OK. The Squirrel will be in chat in five minutes..

So how does one's "leadership" in da way even KNOW if one is in debt nowadays?

how does FEEL TO BE ONE OF THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE..

too many cops.. you'll have to read the next verse.. I wish people here would assign me "album of the week".. people here, don't be long.. don't be very long.. sitting on a corn flake.. for the van to come.. sitting in an English Garden.. waiting for the sum to come.. I can't completely envisualize that..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qf2S7kKLtEQ

I'm sorry.. if I've asked too much.. I often do that.. what the hell do we often ask for.. yeah, too much.. we are all the same..

I can't see how the lowlife can have a "following".. riding on da dirt-trails of da founder.. it's a cosmic "cheat".. in the big scheme of everything and all.. so how does one get a living.. it's the cost of health care that gets me here.. who pays.. and WHY? hey.. myself. It's not a "biggie".. just.. when the end comes. Put me in a chair in the woods somewhere.. if there are any left.. the whole problem here.. *mr* geer.. we didn't have an agreement.. I mean.. show my signature and all.. no, no agreement.. even pre-life..

but back to the "you die.. when you stop believing.." isn't the claim.. if you stop believing, you die? that would mathematically speaking, be equivalent to.. "you will not die, if you do not stop believing.." It's the contra positive to the original claim.. the problem is.. they didn't define "believing".. "believing".. what? or is it just raw "believing".. or is it.. what? if it's "raw believing".. what da hell is that?

in other words.. correct me if I'm wrong. "any port in the storm".. I dunno.. if we were born in India.. or some place else.. would we have hung out a shingle for Shiva.. my dad.. seemed to go through this process of self- and everything realization with sadness.. at least as I remember.. I'll say more, as appropriate..

sometimes.. "I'm not special" is a disguise one puts on to prevent being beat up in junior high school.. the sad thing is everyone is special..

I wonder how many more pale blue dots there are in the cosmos.. this one seems to be my favorite. At least at the moment.. and the last couple of trips through, besides.. if one believes "all that".. hey.. belief is subjective, for the most part.. next time (if there is one) I'll go to grad school at least fifteen or twenty years earlier, in birth years, anyway.. the most ideal circumstance would simply be to remember everything I've worked on this time around..

along with having only an illusion of *many* days past.. I know, rosie tried fitting in the stool.. I mean.. she might look the part (of a well seasoned sailor).. but who's kidding who?

unless one is bigger than gawd, yet still small enough to fly below government radar.. Almost sounds like running a small business in New Jersey..

I dunno.. it's like high school.. maybe. I can't go back to high school for a few non-ethereal reasons. One is, they tore it down about twenty years ago.. it's a funny feeling though..

I planned on listening to white album tonight.. don't know what happened.. heh.. it's every bit as good.. same song, different key..

and it does.. how many (millions of) circles have we gone around.. and the "dead end".. "I me, me mine..." "I me, me mine..".. I'll spare you the repetition.. but even that ends.. at the moment.. I'd like some thing or entity to stand in front of me and speak some words of wisdom.. heh.. the last dream I had.. maybe I should not say..

I hope you can see something that outlives you.. there has to be something.. if not.. if you live in Tucson Arizona.. buy some California Grass.. "go home".. heh Sweet Loretta had a few *issues*.. heh heh.. "and thanks in behalf of the group, and I hope we passed the audition"..

Cheated? No.. myself.. feelings of regrets and all.. there are a few what's the word.. I can't say "results".. there are two children, I would not trade for fame or fortune.. one grandchild.. one yet to come.. have to listen to the album Paw hates.. "Let it Be"..

I dunno.. maybe I took too much acid many years ago.. it all makes sense, but it doesn't.. I can live with that..

don't get me wrong. I'm not (have been or will yet be) complaining, or anything.. yep.. "believers" were supposed to be da best and all..

Yeah.. everything there is.. what's the word.. perfect. the sun arises every morning.. and there is no rain there, until after sunset.. yep..

Perhaps.. well.. myself. I prefer a more "psychedelically" charged definition.. heh the whole problem with this.. one will eventually return to the home from which one came.. well, depending on whatever religion you embrace at the time.. do you really want to return to a state of perfection.. I mean, there has to be some reason (though masked in your consciousness) why one wanted to abandon it (or take a vacation from it) to begin with.. just a thought.. :)

why does it have to be sad? well.. the last line anyway.. the future always beckons.. all that is present is entropy..

God bless you sir..