Sign over road on Seattle walkway
BhagavadGita
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I saw this today while sitting in traffic on Faultneroy, On a poster board in marker it said....
GO INTO THE FOREST
IT'S DEEP & DARK
I WILL MEET YOU THERE
*i think i missed out.
the sign looks old and frankly there are several fucking forests in this area and he/she/it did not say which one.
maybe it's a sign
GO INTO THE FOREST
IT'S DEEP & DARK
I WILL MEET YOU THERE
*i think i missed out.
the sign looks old and frankly there are several fucking forests in this area and he/she/it did not say which one.
maybe it's a sign
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IT'S DEEP & DARK
I WILL MEET YOU THERE
P.S. Bring cookies.
I saw a stop sign today. I think it was a stop sign. I was going too fast to clearly read it, though.
Blocking up the scenery.....
Sorry, just made me think of that song.
I think its definately a sign. (On poster board with marker!) LOL
I saw a stop sign today. I think it was a stop sign. I was going too fast to clearly read it, though. [/B][/quote]
thinking..........i was suppose to stop because of what?
you?
AND YOUR socalled really charming blue eyed smile under that blue hooded sweatie thingy.
really really big smiles with hearts
plus, my fucking dog would have kicked your dogs ass dude.
ps. i have never climbed a tree, but i was born in a nest and maybe i have been in one all the time. i love the trees.
were full
of
pure
as the
driven snow
I love this thread..
Thats a really funny sign....I look for it if I'm in the area.
Seattle proper was always good times
to quote one of my favorite movies...
"I'm so glad I live here."
'Sal Paradise,' I said, and heard my name resound in the sad and empty street.
'Come on up,' she called. 'I'm making hot chocolate.' " jk
Deep Forest.
What's totally cool, is that i was just reading bio where it spoke of Ginsberg penning "Sad paradise" in a poem, but his handwriting so scrawly-tight that Jack read it Sal Paradise. So, too, it becomes somewhat magical and self-inferred when his character re-echoes sad in the above line.
Deep Forest.
dark-deep
deep-dark
here we are. we are meeting.
the deepest forest,
the dark within
of subconsciouses, bioluminescent
in a brimming bounty of trees
the ultimate meeting
of the self,
being surrounded by the beautiful trees of its own
imaginings.
sorry i'm late,
ciao, cassiopeia
wow. better late than never.
i've wandered too far in the woods...
gotta to get back...
ah, too, you see (haven't you noticed?)
it's
VERY DEEP
and VERY DARK
and i'm easily
distracted
by fireflies...
****
wow, you in Seattle? I heard they had a heinous coldstorm and someplaces lost power--how'd you fare?
i wouldn't call it heinous.
I needed some bird feather snow flakes
to cool the "is it hot in here or just me" storm a brewin.
i lost no power
it comes from some force called the Pooh Way
im always shivering on this board anyway
honey pot
Thank fuck.
Only joking
(or am I?)
Parsnips?
you'll find me
sipping
tuscan pinot grigio
or
a well-bodied chilean
chardonnay
(you say parsnips
carrots
and i whisper...
sweet
potatoes)
(words care of Texas A&M Horticulture program, and parced by moi into poem-shape)
***
"For the most food value,
choose sweet potatoes
of a deep orange color.
When buying sweet
potatoes, select sound,
firm roots.
Handle them
carefully
to prevent bruising...
DO NOT REFRIGERATE,
....{because...}
will chill
this
tropical vegetable
giving it
a hard core...."
***
Inspiration in the aisles