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This was a previous work. The critics were brutal.. "it's all she's gonna do".. friggin morons.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5ouOa9k0gE&feature=related

I didn't know the lady could play the accordion. My friend Don can as well, I just wish he'd meet me on this forum..

some of the best rock and roll shows were unplugged..

at the very least.. you'd have to admit that it was a good rock and roll show..

and the reason they won't tear down the idols, and the groves.. its a money maker. Small, very small amount of money, but money nonetheless..

Whatever happened to these guys..

aren't we all.. ] mad as a hatter, that is.. makes room for us at tea parties, thought doesn't it?

Sorry. just a *tad* bit too much red wine tonight.. I hope it makes sense to somebody other than myself.. Dick Clark. God Bless his soul.. he was the character who showed up in the trench coat to explain the event. He never claimed to BE the event..

really. He was a hapless, helpless, ignorant sonofabitch.. who perchance adventured his dumbassednessedness onto a moment of reality.. and they think he was some kind of God.. that's way history. It happened itself, onto the cosmic scheme of things..

It's too easy to explain. The victoid was a moron.. really..

Ah. like the proposition of choosing between a republican, or democratic candidate..

internet must have burped. Didn't even say excuse me..

What was the actual "dilemma" supposed to be? I dunno. I looked that little publication over once. It was in the the victoids collection of black arts in the advanced class 1981. No kidding. It was on the table. Not too far from samples of automatic writing, strange (supposed) wiccan practices and the like.. it had vague references to Indian nationalism being the supposed "answer" to the dilemma and such.. I think the egotistical little bastard was trying to ride in on the coat tails of Gandhi or something..

OK.. Induction is not too hard to understand. Suppose I wanted to prove that I could walk forever. I would have to prove that I am able to take the first step. Then assuming I took a certain number of steps, I would have to prove that I could take one more, which would be true regardless of any number of previous steps I have taken..

every day is a winding what.. No Jack, or what Queen, can take this hand,

it sure would be nice, wouldn't is..

what he wanted was the privilege and award, without any kind of accountability. It's a thing a lot of teen agers go through. They want the reward, the benefit, without the effort.. the investment. Instant success.. the dumb bastard had it for about one and a half seconds..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X5ouOa9k0gE

well, I hope you found something..

Who are all of the "older" people in the first image? well.. curious Squirrels would like to know..

I offer the best kind thoughts that I possibly can..

speaking of tearing out a page.. the little book on the second floor of der almighty verd over da world auditorium.. it had a list of "contributors". My name was in this book. Is it, the book still there? Just wonder. as far as the moon is concerned.. I think they are more excited about finding water there.. enough water in some remote location in the cosmos, and in short order it can become a paradise..

I have no idea who he was singing about. I know who I am singing about.. I'm just not as optimistic..

Nice to see an organization that loves it's people, or participants I guess.. with a *tiny* bit of prodding from this lame organization, I would have likely earned the master's degree twenty years ago.. no I'm not blaming them. They just lost out on a lot of "opportunity".. they will not see one red nickel, or penny of support. Or "spiritual" support from me.. if I end up being solvent here, the local soup kitchen will be serving a substantially better menu..

was that the guy who came here the year after I was out?