Ham

anybody ever post this one?

Weird. In a sense, I still believe in all of that nonsense. Just refuse to invoke it.. even if I could.. suppose I could have anything I want. Everything costs somebody, somewhere, something.. how ethical would it be to impose my will on others.. assuming that I would have the ability to do so to begin with.. I remember an old movie.. one of the key players was a Roman citizen. Gladly enjoyed the freedoms of citizenship, until he saw what kind of slavery was needed to provide his hot water.. he had no idea of the stench and human toil that provided his "abundance"..

Maybe after decades of playing mind games, he is coming to the realization he never grew up to be a real boy..

then his life exhibited just that. "I *wish* I were da man I knew to be..* why couldn't he just "believed" for it?

*and when I die.....* *and the Ortho's gone...* *there'll be one, ant, born..* *in this world, to carry on, to carry on..* Sorry. That song has been playing in my head for about a week..

Hmmm.. true. But the only ants you are going to catch with that thing are the big ones. Very, very big ones..

Do they have any kind of disclaimer, or pre-written press release in the case He does NOT come back? And I'm sure it won't be "pretty". I got the reference the last time you quoted that..

What amazes me, is that some of the idiots are fifty and sixty plus years old here..

I dunno. I could pick myself up.. and navigate my way across eight or nine hundred miles across country, if I had to. What is supposed to be "Christian" about that? I mean, really. I would know what I would need to bring.. what herbs, supplies, and so on I'd have to somehow acquire along the way.. stuff that would need to take the place of meds I currently take. i.e. Garlic, Cinnamon.. yeah, it would "work"..

and what about hitch-hiking experience?

I don't think so. There are Clamosaurs, and Oysterettes. The Oysterettes appeared, as appetizers. Sorry friend, I've lost my mind tonight.

I dunno. what is my worst sin here.. having a little too much red wine. And listening to firesign theater at one in the morning.. Animals without backbones, hid from themselves, or hid from themselves.. don't ask me about the Oysterettes.

Raptured. I hope. Well.. either that equates, to the problem removed, or the problem fixed. I don't know if I'm included in the problem, or the solution, yet..