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I've sworn this place off, at least a half a dozen times.. what is it.. friendship? No.. that has proved for the most part impossible. what brings you back here? friendship.. no. Unless you know yourselves in real life before registering in some anonymous log in name..

even after 97 pages of whatever it is.. I still don't feel like I'm qualified to vote, or to reply here..

End of Times. Maybe what you are seeing is more personal.. end of what. Myself. Either: I am going to be absorbed into nothing, or I am going to be absorbed into everything. Just saying.. If you consider topology.. or modern geometry, nothing is everything. am I that "precious".. it depends on the Creator. I hope that it is so..

Who is the singer here. Maybe he is God. who knows..

Only you , can set you free..

if you don't mid me saying.once you've given power in your own god name. You are screwed.

You know. A real life meeting.. where internet paranoid souls can object to the terms of a real life meeting of souls. We will have to set some ground rules this time. 1. A person cannot ask another person any real world geographical questions. Like.. where are you from.. that is Verboten. We need.. a casual meeting without casual exchanges. Maybe we could just show up wearing masks.

Weenie Roast?? did someone say Wienie Roast????

In a weird kind of way, there are no regrets. Its kind of like a box of chocolates.. in this case I think we ended up with a turd. It could have been worse..

I exploit you, yet you love me. Looks like a good candidate for a signature here..

I'm every person, you need to be..sad ending. I've already failed more than once.

where did these characters come from.. if you don't mind me saying.. they are Hendrix X 1000. Unless you want a quiet intermission. http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2ubn_jimi-hendrix-the-wind-cries-mary_music#.UT_pGlfvm1s

I like the response of the girl at the end of the video. Turn off the gawd damned radio.

was this in the language of those who could easily understand.. I hope so.

I love these guys..

I read it in the Original. Kesey's "Garage Sale" graces my library. maybe it should yours..

Yes, it is slowly (or quickly) going "south". Depending upon your point of view.. at least half of us are spared. Women are spared Kesey's miracle cure to sweltering judicial lack of comfort. All.. to endure another sixty to ninety minutes of religious and political verbiage.. at the feet of.. a rank amateur. But *we* can endure it.. bring it on brother.. because *we* have cornstarch.

and if you don't mind me adding before any other replies.. what kind of a snooze fest the offshoots offer as well. Including that of former way corps, confederate with the offspring of those of the wierwille name.. I wonder how "electrifying" the presentation can be, endured during the hot sweltering months in rural Mississippi. You just need some corn starch. You know. Google "corn starch" and "kesey". You'll find it.. I am so horribly bad this evening, this is only destined to go downhill. Moderators, please take notice.

the vicster ended up being a rather, cold, boring dud. A little boring nothing.. briefly supported by a few quasi intellectual researchers of sorts. Just saying.. even though I figured out how to keep my eyes physically open through 36 hours of pfal.. it generally could be described as a snooze fest. As far as an energetic, well informed, genuinely concerned "leader".. we chose poorly, did we not?

not that I think I'm so great worth quoting or anything. But in a slightly more sober moment.. The Cults of Stupidity seem to all be running full steam, finely oiled, and on a rather unencumbered set of steel rails. Cults of Stupidity. Both religious and political. Debate with them? Nooooo. Not possible. I think that is what I meant at the moment..

did you ever consider that you are standing, waving your hands, while standing on a track, well, lubricated, with a freight train heading in your own, personal, direction?

this was one of the greatest love songs.

I saw Good Seed play the second song of this post at Rock Lake Pool in WV.. my classmates tell me the pool is no longer there.

I just wish. that some among us could move on and live a life without insane paranoia, bizarre conspiracy theories, fear of devils and the like.. a lot of us have succumbed to the "new rules" as per dr. phil.. that in my Personal opinion.. suck. Royally. As in.. one can never never again trust another individual in modern society. Fine. If that's what you want.. and "friendships"? No. I thought I was here for friendship, once.. but that is only an electronic illusion.

It violates my vision of the end times.. The last I'm supposed to remember.. is being in a building of sorts.. walls of glass or crystal.. reaching up about fifteen meters or so. Walking around, with others clothed in white.. call it what you will. It is my personal, nuttiness. Every other weird vision or whatever has already happened. This last one, no. don't see much aside of darkness in reality.. but..apparently I'm still on the bus. :)