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Mitchell had broken a drum stick.. he threw it up in the air, and my brother caught it.. took it home.. doesn't remember it now. I think he was far too damned stoned at the concert at the time to remember anything..

The concert in WVA.. Mitchell and Pinera were still with them.. it had to be in 1972 or 1973. so funny.. that kind of music in podunk West Virginia.. they were not the only ones.. my brother was there. He does not now remember the events as he related them to me over twenty years ago.. Peter, Paul and Mary even did a gig there in the later seventies.. in a little college community in the middle of nowhere..

Ramatam played in Athens, West Virginia. something like 1973.. that would be one of my stops..

With dark glasses on.. Incognito.. I'd not go back to way days gone past.. I'd go back to a few concerts, that I'd knew were happening.. little concerts, out of the mainstream..

They- were- never- my- friends.. not paranoid. Maybe that is reality.. their loss, not mine.

You were mad at me, and (therefore) lied.. maybe that says everything..

I'm trying to read this right.. a living stick pin, or the recipient of some kind of voodoo stick pin? :biglaugh:/> maybe he even turned out to be a nice(?) guy.. who knows. Maybe people check on him here out of some kind of morbid curiosity.. he did me no harm, as far as personally, one on one confrontation.. but he did cloud an otherwise ungodly organization with an environment of fear and paranoia, on the top side of things, that covered enough mog crap, that helped allow me to stay with a godless cult for ten+ years more than a reasonably informed person would choose not to be.. What am I looking for.. hmmm. maybe it is a 11th hour, death bead confession.. no, it won't happen. For his sake, I wish it would..

God willing, one day I will have a skunk (de-scented) for a pet. What might be a good name? Precious.. maybe.

Then there was Justin Wilson's hunting friend whose dog could walk on water. His name was Phideaux. The dog's name, that is.

seventieth anniversary.. it is not a prize that they are entitled to.. I mean.. you have to have a willing spouse, seventy years in the agreement, wouldn't you? "hapless bastards.. following us, for over seventy years.." yeah, that would do it. I don't see that exactly happening..

Willful ignorance.. isn't that the trademark of any *big* organization, or cult to begin with? My ignorance caused others a lot of pain.. others, mine as well, I am sure..

Now we're talking! Name the place..

I've already died. Absolutely, and in more than many apparent ways.. how much more can an insane religion even think about doing to me? I'm one of the.. Grateful.. Dead. I'm already sentenced to everlasting destruction and everything.... at least by the offshoots. God(?) bless them.. What I wonder is.. what do we do, where do we go, if you suffer the same sentence..

sooo.. what is the second death.. let's see.. a living soul dies once. and we MUST have a resurrection. So those resurrected can proceed towards a godly reward, or to an ungodly death, laughed in the face by some Godly authority.. One last inconsideration. Kind of like a lame duck Michigan Legislature.. Is that it? A.. what would you call it.. what is the name of it when one is sentenced without any possibility, or legal right to appeal.. no right to appeal. Summary Judgement. Is that it? Punishment, plain and simple. Kind of like.. a lame duck Michigan Legislature.. enraged over challenge. Very interesting..

Not here. Not likely.

Hmmm. We need.. another meeting. Lots of shrooms. Lots of Par Juice.. about forty or so over the hill, past middle age.. whatzits'.. stoned out of their minds, dancing around a big fire somewhere.. Not too many years left here to pull something like this off..not many at all.

I can probably say the same thing.. even though for different reasons..

You know.. we would never hear reports of his departing this life in this forum.. even though it likely happened a month ago.. they will leave the Gear Legend battling devils in an old civil defense shelter somewhere..

fog years.. hmm.. maybe these were the years it was forced to, and could not see itself in the mirror due to some kind of atmospheric condensation..

It's almost time.. for another foray into the abyss.. heh. Who's "in"? doesn't have to be a big crowd or anything. the last one I showed up to, I didn't assume the role of some kind of ax murderer or anything.. start chanting.. wienie, roast.. Wienie Roast.. WIENIE ROAST!

You really haven't seen anything yet.. until you see Greasespot Cafe roasted, at a GS Cafe Wienie Roast. Nothing comes close..