After talking with someone for the last 3 hours at the bar who claims to have done it,
The idea of faking ones own death and disappearing is.... intriguing.
Peace, Love.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
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1. I wish the novocaine would wear off already.
2. I might regret when the novocaine wears off.
3. I'm shpeaking with a shlur.
4. Our cats fuckin rock. They KNOW shit...and make sure we know they know.
what are we looking for ?
who do we think we are ?
what did you put in your glass jar in the window by the door ?
a thought for all to see ?
a piece of time...a little bit of a dream only you can see ?
an angry memory ?
who do we think we are ?
what are we looking for ?
got a knocking on my door
stepping
stepping into me
my life my shadow had been away from the floor
lost until found
found again lost once again
the pain and misery really never forgotten
following simple darkness
my shoes heavy from not relief
all have been drug across the floor
each finger held a lot of drawings
a lot of living each one
then soon above the door came a mouse
scratched through walls
he had eaten through
something similiar to my shadow's way
somehow able to be kept all to their own
they surely at this stage in the living could be or to last in length yet do
day in after day into night night darkness into candles screams shriveled and shroud
let the dogs out cried the wind bent the forest in one wild direction over night all beneath majestic mountaintop dreams the man up top reaching for Zeus's daughters playing poetry
all hills over against the flowing tulip wall dividing fire from rain again things clinging to life recyling under my skin
My friend chiquimonkey put this link up on facebook. It's a video of John Cleese's thoughts about how to be most creative. I thought some people here might enjoy hearing it.
got a knocking on my door
stepping
stepping into me
my life my shadow had been away from the floor
lost until found
found again lost once again
the pain and misery really never forgotten
following simple darkness
my shoes heavy from not relief
all have been drug across the floor
each finger held a lot of drawings
a lot of living each one
then soon above the door came a mouse
scratched through walls
he had eaten through
something similiar to my shadow's way
somehow able to be kept all to their own
they surely at this stage in the living could be or to last in length yet do
day in after day into night night darkness into candles screams shriveled and shroud
let the dogs out cried the wind bent the forest in one wild direction over night all beneath majestic mountaintop dreams the man up top reaching for Zeus's daughters playing poetry
all hills over against the flowing tulip wall dividing fire from rain again things clinging to life recyling under my skin
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The idea of faking ones own death and disappearing is.... intriguing.
"To question your government is not unpatriotic --
to not question your government is unpatriotic."
-- Sen. Chuck Hagel
2. I might regret when the novocaine wears off.
3. I'm shpeaking with a shlur.
4. Our cats fuckin rock. They KNOW shit...and make sure we know they know.
(well, just the older one; we humor young George)
:(
we humor young george
that's the cheered uppest i have been in a while
"what a long, strange trip it's been"
Still, glad for the little soul-lift you got
Don't go twistin' my smilie into a word!
:P
who do we think we are ?
what did you put in your glass jar in the window by the door ?
a thought for all to see ?
a piece of time...a little bit of a dream only you can see ?
an angry memory ?
who do we think we are ?
what are we looking for ?
Godfather.
I didn't go twistin' your smilie into a word. when you take away its spaces, it done twists itself!
Okay.
2010: Newark 5/18 MSG 5/20-21 2011: PJ20 9/3-4 2012: Made In America 9/2
2013: Brooklyn 10/18-19 Philly 10/21-22 Hartford 10/25 2014: ACL10/12
2015: NYC 9/23 2016: Tampa 4/11 Philly 4/28-29 MSG 5/1-2 Fenway 8/5+8/7
2017: RRHoF 4/7 2018: Fenway 9/2+9/4 2021: Sea Hear Now 9/18
2022: MSG 9/11 2024: MSG 9/3-4 Philly 9/7+9/9 Fenway 9/15+9/17
and here i thought they deleted instant thoughts
i was not to happy a few moments ago
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
Hahahah I love this thread title
two --> too
2010: Newark 5/18 MSG 5/20-21 2011: PJ20 9/3-4 2012: Made In America 9/2
2013: Brooklyn 10/18-19 Philly 10/21-22 Hartford 10/25 2014: ACL10/12
2015: NYC 9/23 2016: Tampa 4/11 Philly 4/28-29 MSG 5/1-2 Fenway 8/5+8/7
2017: RRHoF 4/7 2018: Fenway 9/2+9/4 2021: Sea Hear Now 9/18
2022: MSG 9/11 2024: MSG 9/3-4 Philly 9/7+9/9 Fenway 9/15+9/17
2010: Newark 5/18 MSG 5/20-21 2011: PJ20 9/3-4 2012: Made In America 9/2
2013: Brooklyn 10/18-19 Philly 10/21-22 Hartford 10/25 2014: ACL10/12
2015: NYC 9/23 2016: Tampa 4/11 Philly 4/28-29 MSG 5/1-2 Fenway 8/5+8/7
2017: RRHoF 4/7 2018: Fenway 9/2+9/4 2021: Sea Hear Now 9/18
2022: MSG 9/11 2024: MSG 9/3-4 Philly 9/7+9/9 Fenway 9/15+9/17
Godfather.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
still waiting to find out what tutu is
Godfather.
stepping
stepping into me
my life my shadow had been away from the floor
lost until found
found again lost once again
the pain and misery really never forgotten
following simple darkness
my shoes heavy from not relief
all have been drug across the floor
each finger held a lot of drawings
a lot of living each one
then soon above the door came a mouse
scratched through walls
he had eaten through
something similiar to my shadow's way
somehow able to be kept all to their own
they surely at this stage in the living could be or to last in length yet do
day in after day into night night darkness into candles screams shriveled and shroud
let the dogs out cried the wind bent the forest in one wild direction over night all beneath majestic mountaintop dreams the man up top reaching for Zeus's daughters playing poetry
all hills over against the flowing tulip wall dividing fire from rain again things clinging to life recyling under my skin
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
http://www.brainpickings.org/index.php/ ... vity-1991/
Godfather.
wow chadwick
I'm like that piece of paper that if somebody asks "are you short?", I rip myself in half and say "yes!"
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
You're not here,
but it's as if you are
and dreaming
and the textbooks were all wrong or something
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Talking to you sometimes is like a baseball that just keeps going,
it just keeps leaving the park
......
yesterday morning came and it went downhill
laying on a log by a sunny day
I'm there today still
living it smaller
feeling it warmer
green to greener
under the water