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we could finely divide it.. and sprinkle the magic dust on da good ship Lollipop.. Watsider,, it may have been a coincidence.. but my cd of CTA just happened to be currently in the cd player here.. heh

Hmm. Well then! Let me get in my Tardis, go back about.. (blush) fifty years, and pick up about twenty grams or so.. I'm sure we could find a few creative uses for it..

j.r. You might consider waiting til spring break. I have to kinda keep my mind for the most part until then. Master's program and all, you know.. though the math 105 students might get some amusement watching me try to find the chalk board..

about 600 micrograms of Owsley's finest.. I'd go on jr's little trip. Though probably I couldn't tell the difference between a cruise ship and an old harvester bus.. they probably don't let troublesome, unclean squirrels on cruise liners anyway..

I think this particular bus was inducted into the Smithsonian.. no kidding.. It almost looks like the bus is smiling.. well, that much lsd in it's belly.. what can you say..

I'd rather go on an excursion on one of these, if it were still running..

I wonder if rosie and donnie booked for the excursion.. what I can't figure.. in these economically depressed times.. where does an offshoot *leader* get the money to spend on a cruise, crab legs, and gambling.. hmmm.

How "special"..

If you mean that "any woman alive is of *service* to da king (or manogawd)* considering.. they (at least to my knowledge) haven't publicly recanted.. I'd have to say "yes".. maybe someone a little closer to da mogs wanabe could comment.. some of the other offshoots seem to hold to the *purity* of this *doctrine* as well..

That's the administrator cat's brother. Fooled you, didn't he? that wasn't a serious look. I think he was halfway through one of the slow wink things.. that's apparently how they say "we are friends" or something.

This is probably pretty close to the truth..

those really don't sound like jl's words.. probably from his "wise counsel".. the "session" probably went more like this.. "so, should I strike out on my own, start another stiffi?" "John, John, John.. you've been at this, what.. 38 years. And what do you have to show for it? Your organization is divided, God's precious people are getting hurt, and your longtime friends can't even stand you anymore.. all you seem to know how to do is to run your mouth in front of a microphone. You've been defrocked twice, once by your own organization. Maybe you should find something else to do.." "hmm. I take that as a yes.."

I wonder if da way is taking a percentage of the "donations"..

Here they are. So quiet, so cute, for the moment..

Why can't he just be HAPPY? I mean, he makes a difference in life, SOMEWHERE.. kids would likely better remember him as the fellow who helped them get into a better university, than the *One* who spent most of his later years trying to resurrect da way it was.. He is not the only one with this pathetic mind set.. I've seen others abandon a *real* calling to go back to staff an offshoot.

From the *reviews* here, I will HAVE to see the movie. Minus the 3d that is.. I have a good enough imagination as it is.. maybe if Willie Nelson invited me to one of the Peyote parties.. right before viewing the movie.. hey.. how many of you would actually go..

I just hope.. if *we* or *they* or *me* or *us* have our (their, my, our) way with the planet.. that I can come back as *something*.. I'm at least partly serious about this.. where else do we go.. well, I'm sure *we* will find a place.. it would be pathetic.. if within a hundred years, one could not come back as some stinking virus or something.. heh..

We lived in a burmed house. So the front windows were on ground level. We would let the cat in and out these front windows. The funniest sight.. was watching this cat bounding through the yard to bring the latest catch to her family. It was a full grown rabbit. It looked larger than the cat.. She was solid black. I've always liked black cats. Now I have three cats.. two were from the same litter.. the oldest is solid black, her sibling a tuxedo. The third one, younger than the two, is an insane asymmetrically marked tuxedo. The oldest cat never has had to fend for itself, unlike the other black cat a few years ago. So this one, has chosen a different role than hunter. If she can't hunt, she will be an administrator.. really.. she wakes me up, 6am or so, not so I will feed HER.. but the other two.. at least it seems..

One of the cats of old.. she was quite a hunter.. was ranging about the house, meowing.. in the yard was.. a Squirrel.. desecrating her environment.. She resorted to HOWLING at the door.. I opened the door.. the cat sprung out like a bolt of lightning.. once the squirrel got up to speed, the cat was about a foot and a half behind. and could get no closer. The squirrel crossed a busy road.. the cat followed.. my heart skipped a few beats..I thought it might be the last time I saw the cat, at least in an animate condition. She still could not catch this bugger.. on the other side of the road, the squirrel jumped into a tree.. this was a cat who caught SHREWS.. on a regular basis. Maybe the squirrel had a charmed life or something.. This cat.. she would study your behavior. And calculate when you would be opening the door. Usually she was on the mark, and would be out the door when it was open only a few inches.. it was entertaining when she launched off a second too early..

Maybe I have.. well.. maybe its more like.. the course has charted itself for me.. if it makes any difference.. I saw some light in your posts..

but you are right. Don't have to know chemistry to enjoy it, exactly..

Sowie.. "the tartarate keeps the magic dust at full strength". OK?

Heh..

Naw.. in Lysergis.. he was the liberator.. from what though.. Oh yes.. the tartarate.. didn't that keep the isomer where it needed to be?