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You're Not Smiling.....Audience

That's the one.

I have a feeling this one has reached a dead end. Here it is. free post

Dream Lover Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me

I guess some things have changed since I've been gone. Because a somethin' some-a-how, some-a where has gone wrong. (Got a lot of airplay but never made the charts)

I Can See For Miles....The Who

For many people, recovery is an on-going process. Think in terms of something like weight loss. You don't reach your target weight and suddenly abandon the effort. I think there's a bit of a parallel in the comparison, but maybe that's just me.

Mainly what I remember of the Jonestown Massacre, as it pertained to The Way International, is that we fervently tried to distance ourselves from any comparisons being made with the lifestyle they lived to the lifestyle we lived. There wasn't much discussion of doctrinal differences. Our concerns seemed to be mostly about public perception. I don't recall much discussion internally, amongst ourselves, questioning whether or not we were deluding ourselves. From our perspective, they were a counterfeit and we were "the real deal". Did I dream all this stuff or did it really happen?

All the leaves are brown and the sky is grey.

Daniel

The possibility exists that we may never know why much of any of it was written. Geopolitical struggles? Ethnic rivalries? The list goes on.

That's karma. You don't need to be of any particular faith to believe in it. Personally, I'm more of a believer in the law of statistics. If you have a habit of blowing through stop signs and red lights, you increase your odds of getting t-boned someday.

I know that seems like a reasonable response, but they would be quick to tell you it's empty because you must be out of fellowship. You have to be in fellowship to receive anything. If you pointed out times VPW reached into an empty cookie jar, you would be reminded you can't receive anything if it's not available. Don't ask me how I know this.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Ahhh,yes. The Lockbox. One must never reveal its contents.

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend We've known each other since we were nine or ten

Always Something There To Remind Me.

Dat's riiiight!... Er sumptin'

A modest fee seems reasonable to me. It's a way to deter troublemakers.

Trick-r-Treating tonight? I wouldn't go near that house on the hill!

One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all.

Another classic blending of the golden voices of Phil and Don. "All I Have To Do Is Dream."