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Hmmm. Maybe this is the one..

I dunno. Where are you today in this life.. In one context I feel like a staff or supply Sargent.. my dad was that in the second war. Did not tell us much about it though. Maybe it is lower than that.. I meet the enemy on the front lines, and usually it is ourselves.. I keep reminding people not to just keep beating themselves in the face.. muster the troops. In another volunteer capacity I'm a Lieutenant. But for pretty much the staff has desserted.. heh. I'm left doing everything. But no complaints. Life is good here. I don't want to post the same favorite music- the acid heads landing in Heathrow.. slowly coming back to reality. heh. But its tempting.

Me too. Every day I wake up.. generally renewed. Rocky, I appreciate the message of thankfulness. and gratitude. With all of the fears of the world.. I generally come to the conclusion: at the moment, I have everything and more than everything that I need. Glad that you would want to offer me some comfort.. heh. I'll take it..

A bag of goodies and a bottle of wine might fix it.. probably not.

How is your Thursday going.. ?

A dose of Reality.. at least in my case. On a Thursday Night.

Old Women, who love Zepplin.. what could be better.. Happy Thursday.

Well. This is the Masterpiece. I've had a few Mathematical performances close to this but not quite. Happy Thursday.

Here is another Ship of fools.. heh

Can't claim that it is any better.. heh

Maybe this is the Theme..

Can't remember. Should be a per-cursor to destroying a Friday.. Moody blues.. no, that's a tuesday.. Monday.. no, that's been done.. trying for something new here, if there is anything new under the sun.. It should always start with an acid trip coming down in a jet in the UK. Same old crap, I know.. heh I wish somebody here had something better.

And peace to you my friend, as well.. from outside of the vaulted walls.. I've worked here a few years. Merry Christmas.

Heh. well.. video unavailable and removed by the uploader.. I don't practice self-loathing every day, just some days.. Maybe.. sometimes, it is the spirit of Christ.. does not really feel comfortable with our particular beliefs or practices. I am willing to listen. I think that we find ourselves confronted with ourselves in Romans. Wretched man.. even if we are redeemed.. we have to live with this from time to time. Oh wretched man, but thank God.. What have I learned from what some call worldly wisdom- it is more logical to point the finger of blame to myself than to others. I can sometimes control myself, but others.. no.

One of my grandkids came up with the question- who do you hate the most. Fair question I suppose.. I don't think I wanted to answer it.. so suggested a better question would be "who is your greatest enemy.." who is stopping you from being what you want to be.. the answer: "the devil..". OK, so as a Christian, we believe in redemption- what power does he really have.. none. Then the next candidate. The current Politician of dislike.. my answer- too easy of a target. They are too easy to find and blame- dime a dozen. Finally the whole room agreed on who to hate, who to blame- along with "you have to love yourself here.." heh I'll be honest here. Sometimes I can really hate myself..

If you don't mind me saying.. After all of the "research" of how abortion is not murder, biblically speaking.. subject only to a fine vs. death.. And one is confronted with an unexpected pregnancy.. financial ruin so to speak, uncertain future.. all of that previous supposed rightly divided doctrine just melted away. Unplanned did not equal unwanted. By no means.. we found a way. I could not even imagine a modern world without this persons presence.. I feel in this particular case: Abortion = Murder. Or that it would have..

still no answers.. we have met the enemy.. heh who or what is it..

I think that this is the correct forum for this. Spiritually- as a "believer".. who or what is your biggest challenge.. greatest enemy..

I will reveal mine shortly. Waiting for a few of yours and a justification as to why.

It seems that others have asked the same question.

We walked in the Dream, and we knew it was..

Oh, hey, Kiowa..

"Mr. Skin" was a WWII vet.. Ed Cassiday. Of all of the music to refer to dear friend.. I listened to this album on a down side of an acid trip.. it is most memorable. The Spirit album is marked to be played at my memorial, if even that is to be.. or if there is even one.. one of the tunes on that album is a screaming nightmare. Why can't I be free.. and it showed up twice on the album.

This is one of the few places that Balaam can have his foot talk back to him.. heh

just Squirrel kicking at the guard rails.. heh.