A collection of poems and random notes: In sum, swell doggerel Well she used to love me but that's all over now... I quit humming my tune and continued my monologue. For those with the unbridled temerity to inquire of her name, she goes by Simile, Simile Metaphor... She worked at a club downtown. That's where I met her, at "The Hatbox". She was a "dancer", that's what she called it anyway. And it was good. Hell, it was better than good. It was great. Till we emptied the account. Then she split. Took the jewelry too. She was like that. Has anybody seen my baby? Has anyone seen my gal? Tales of heartache and desire. Distrust and lust. She sounded SO sincere. I couldn't help it, I just had to believe, know? Aw crap! Now I'm cryin again. Damn! Sniff. I mean she could be as fine as the rose and just as sweet, but damn, she could be mean as the thorns too. Maybe that was part of it. The idea that I could tame the tough girl. Make her into a lady, know? The hull seemed to tremble just so slightly as the retros fired their quick little bursts, the servos reacting in instants to every stimulus. We were coming down. Down in Territory. Donco was pissed. It was the umpteenth time he'd heard about Simile and my tale gave him unpleasant memories. That way sometimes, know? But hey, he would never SAY he was pissed. Nah. Then I could refuse to listen to HIS monologue, and that simply wasn't gonna happen. Nah. We were kinda honor bound to listen stoically to each other's sad and tawdry refrain. Same repeated sad repartee. This is why we don't date chicks that work at clubs, dance for a living. A Ho is A ho, you know... Ya know? Good riddance! I believe that we are not alone in the universe. I believe there are civilizations out there both more advanced and less sophisticated than ours. But, I also know that there are a LOT of "hoax" videos about UFOs. I just don't think that all these videos show UFOs in the sense of alien craft. Once upon a time I was driving in Kentucky. Long straight stretch of road. This very bright object/light came in from what was to me the left horizon and traversed about halfway across the hemisphere moving incredibly fast. Then it turned 90 degrees. No curving turn. No slowdown. If there are species beyond our ken, their technology will appear as magic. And barring accident I don't think for the most part that we'll know when they arrive(d). If they land in my front yard I may poop in me undies first, but I am nonetheless determined to ask for a ride. You know if there are such advanced species what could they gain from us? Well suppose that they brought "us" here to begin with.
Suppose that propagating their species this way was part of their "program" and that this dispersion, diaspora galactica, is intended to insure survival and gain trade partners, where the trade is to be in ideas, in concepts and in thoughts, not in material objects; that is, once we ascend to that level. IF we ascend to that level... In a dream I saw her, the Jade Lady. She was at the temple. With a snake. They said it was her familiar. I don't know. I ran. But my feet would not move. I was consumed by the snake. In the pit of holy fire I became her consort. Then I awoke. And I have had this fever and chills ever since the dream. What could it be doctor? Take advantage of the machine, USE the machine, make it yield to your advances. But don't let the machine by itself just generate random effects. I am seeking edification about PhotoShop and I've been playing a lot with filters. But what is REALLY the cat's meow is a drawing tablet. You just "draw" except it's on the screen. And it's fast. And forgiving. Oooops! Just UNDO. It appears that most of what I can do with pencil ink or paint can be done on the machine. I peeped some of ur stuff. Don't give up "handmade" on REAL media. But it IS fun. I am grateful for the toys and some talent God gave me. This made me miss the hashhish. The member of Abu'l-Haylukh remained In erection for thirty days, sustained By smoking hashish. Abu'l-Hayjeh deflowered in one night Eighty virgins in a rigid rite, After smoking hashish. Felah the Negro did jerk off his yard For all of a week; hashish kept it up hard. The Negro Maymum, with opiate, Without stopping to ejaculate, Futtered for fifty consecutive days. Allah bepraise him for having fulfilled Such a task! But then, fresh vigor instilled, Obliged to furnish ten days more-- Making sixty days of coition his score-- He fain went on and finished the chore. During this ordeal Maymum, in bed, Smoked what held up his penis head: Hashish! -- Quoted in The Cradle of Erotica, Edwardes & Masters, pg. 96. Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it. Mahatma Gandhi Dalai Lama said "Some people automatically associate morality and altruism with a religious vision of the world. But I believe it is a mistake to think that morality is an attribute only of religion. We can imagine two types of spirituality: one tied to religion, while the other arises spontaneously in the human heart as an expression of love for our neighbors and a desire to do them good." "I cant explain myself, because im not myself you See..."
-alice This song is one of the best ever. Just gives me chills. “Comin Back To me”, Jefferson Airplane The summer had inhaled and held its breath too long
The winter looked the same, as if it never had gone
And through an open window where no curtain hung
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me One begins to read between the pages of a look
The shape of sleepy music, and suddenly you're hooked
Through the rain upon the trees, that kisses on the run
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me You can't stay and live my way
Scatter my love like leaves in the wind
You always say you want to go away But I know what it always has been, it always has been A transparent dream beneath an occasional sigh
Most of the time I just let it go by
Now I wish it hadn't begun I saw you, yes I saw you, comin' back to me Strolling the hills overlooking the shore
I realize I've been here before
The shadow in the mist could have been anyone I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me Small things like reasons are put in a jar
Whatever happened to wishes wished on a star?
Was it just something that I made up for fun?
I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me Word! They lie about marijuana. Tell you pot-smoking makes you unmotivated. Lie! When you're high, you can do everything you normally do, just as well. You just realize that it's not worth the f*cking effort." (Bill Hicks) Real ligion "God has come in different ways that the many might be saved. There are many paths to the gates of Heaven." from the Book of Bob (BoB) 1:1 I cannot find any reference to this or similar phrasing. Therefore I claim it as the first verse in the Book of Bob. Bob has a peculiar take on forgiveness he'd like to share. In the Lord's Prayer we ask for forgiveness for something. In most people's familiar it is trespass. That's because this version came from England, where trespass was one of the worst transgressions.
In other traditions its our indebtedness, from Europe, where monetary debt was not good. We ask for forgiveness as we forgive others. But here's the rub: if you cut me I can forgive you or not as I choose. But if you cut Jack, only Jack and God can forgive you. I cannot forgive you for cutting Jack. In fact, if I PRESUME to forgive you for cutting Jack, I am committing hubris.
Peace&OneLove! For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men. It teaches us to say 'No' to ungodliness and worldly passions, and to live self-controlled, upright and godly lives in this present age, while we wait for the blessed hope the glorious appearing of our great God and Savior, Jesus Christ, who gave himself for us to redeem us from all wickedness and to purify for himself a people that are his very own, eager to do what is good.
~~ Titus 2:11-14
Finding the good, doing the good not to get into heaven, but because of the joy in having already gotten my ticket.
This phrase, "For the grace of God that brings salvation has appeared to all men." is and holds one of the most important concepts about my belief system. In my mind "to all men" doesn't mean just those who accept Christ as their savior. And somebody said "God has come in different ways that the many might be saved." And this doesn't contradict the notion that some may not come unto the Father except by Jesus. My Father sends whom He will to every man. And if He comes for you, however He may appear, you'd best accept the gift. I'd guess that perspective is not altogether acceptable to some. LikeYeah! "Shrooms" as the popular phrase goes is a very nice high. Now they are experimenting with psilocybin for mental illness, with Ritalin being used as the control drug for some of the subjects. Now Ritalin have you seeing people in the trees. One of the few drugs that provoked paranoia in the LabRat. My limited experience indicates that there is a tendency for lingering aspects of the trip. I'd probably gobble a handful if they were in front of me. In me old age I used to wash em down with beer. Ah well... You can make your little head do amazing tricks, and it isn't that difficult. Some tricks, like associations, may seem contrived but after you have done this a few times it becomes background process, so you don't have to focus on the remembering so much. My House And my house shall have places to lie, perchance then to nap and to dream.
In my house, I shall know heaven. Roly Poly, tickle my holey There were four old whores of Baltimore,
Drinking beer and wine,
The topic of conversation was,
"Mine is bigger than thine." Chorus : Roly Poly, tickle my holey, smell of of my slimey flue,
Then drag your nuts across my guts,
I'm one of the whorey crew. The first old whore from Baltimore said,
"Mine's as big as the air,
The birds fly in, the birds fly out,
And never tickle a hair." Midnight sweat. Soaking wet.
Worst one yet.
Can't forget.
Vietnam vet. winking eye winking eye soft lover's sigh, winking eye
sweet lips
silk glove, soft winking eye, winked its eye
lover's trips
soft like a sigh too shy, winked its eye
lover's trips
soft like a sigh, never no til ya try
smooth hips
lover's trips
winked its eye, soft lover's thigh
smooth lipped love,
before the sigh, winked its eye
soft, like a sigh too shy, winked its eye
lover's trips
soft love, never know til ya try, winked its eye
smooth hips, lover's trips
before the sigh winked its eye
sweet lips
winked its thigh before the sigh, sweet eye
lover's trips
like a cry before the sigh, soft thigh
lover's trips
soft, love, too shy to sigh, winked its eye
smooth hips
lover's trips
soft lover's thigh,
soft silk glove never no til ya try
before the sigh winked its eye
lover's trips
soft lover's sigh, never know til ya try
sweet lips, lover's trips my computer wrote this in 1985! Fart proudly crepitu superbe some random verses the dragon is at the door with his fiery roar because he wants more Listen my children and you shall hear
A warning that needs to be made clear.
Out here on the highway the risk is near;
No locks nor latches should allay your fear,
You see the highwaymen are already here,
And they want what you hold so very dear.
So, wanna buy some protective cyber gear? i saw the uber geek
he was quite unique
one strange freak let me tell ya how it's gonna be
yes lord jesus is the one for me
he came along and he set me free
of this earthly sin and misery It was a wondrous machine
Both concave and convex
So it would suit either sex
But oh what a mess to clean The thug monkey The thug monkey has come down from on high,
I tell you the monkey is no more in the sky,
Instead he has come to abide with you and I.
Monkey hopes you will believe him bye and bye
So chin up there's no reason for you to cry,
Monkey said so and you know he wouldn't lie.
Soon everyone will have a slice of the pie,
And Branson and Bezos won't be allowed to fly
With resources stolen from you and another guy. livin the blues livin the blues with a jazz flavor
that's the kind of music I savor
play some more and win my favor In the space between the stars, Out there someplace way past Mars, They say you run out of whiskey bars Along the freeways filled with cars, Those long and cold concrete scars. But it's ok cause we got mason jars Full of the kindest of blunt cigars. Oh my honey, my do good honey, If only we had all his money, Why then the things we could do! Save the world for me and you! Doesn't matter about his plan,
He simply doesn't understand
This great egalitarian opportunity
To do some real good for our community. No mere mortal needs that much dough,
Surely that much we all should know.
If he doesn't appreciate our scheme,
Take his funds to finance our dream. Because what is truly important here
Is the agenda we hold so near and dear,
And we need to make that really clear! I saw a place I saw a place
there was blue sky over a city of gold
a fever dream
or at the least that is what I am told
no reality
would dare be so beautiful nor so bold
and now you see
I am become quite cynical and quite old
and what I think
is that it has all been bought and sold Logins are fascinating! So let's consider the idea of the Magic Link (ML). A user wants to login to your site or app using an ML. The first part of the ML protocol involves the user's request to do an ML login. Does a user want to use an ML, and if so how do they let us know that? Let's assume the user has to request an ML login to initiate the protocol, though you could just send ML's to all your clients for say an ad campaign. So for example to request an ML a user could provide an Email or an SMS address, or if the system preregisters users perhaps their user name, maybe even an ID or address for a connected key fob device or special host. This request for an ML could be a user entry or automata provided. The second part of the protocol is our response or reply to an ML request. To respond to the user's request for an ML we need some address or means of contacting the user to provide or deliver that ML (or other info, say an error message) to them. Do we even know who they are, or for that matter do we care beyond the simple contact information needed to send the ML? grammatically speaking for f*ck's sake The singular form of the apostrophe has an implied yet not explicit plurality for the possessor f*ck. So while the textual expression is singular there is an embodiment of plurality that can not be overlooked. This is frequently an issue in the interpretation of idiomatic speech or expressions. ☺ the cowboy Now babe don't come all undone
It's just a cowboy with his gun
Looking for some hit and run
And other kinds of good clean fun I loved her just the same Though her duralon finish
Had begun to diminish
I loved her just the same
For that I'll take the blame
But her gears had started to strip
They could no longer get a grip
And she really started to flip
So then I called the factory
They offered nothing satisfactory
I am so tired of trying to explain
To get poor service again and again
For a product that just went insane Hail Proud Mary!
Not very pretty,
'n her lip is hairy;
yeah she is scary,
one ugly fairy. being a genius is rather like being a high powered battery.
nothing happens until you connect it to something. ;-) "The man represented all that was wrong with the world, a shining avatar of evil so bright, Jill wanted to slam the door and spend the next hour and a half on her knees." Conkluzion Hope you have njoyed this collection of letters deranged into words. When the fever is upon me I frequently wax prolific with such doggerel. As always, Comments, Criticisms, and Suggestions are welcome.

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