Ham

Good Evening.

Any definition of the more abundant life was generally a moving target..

The excitement is contagious, as are the black cross volunteers..

Any Friend of Ralph, I would take seriously..

by the Numbers, I'm supposed to be some kind of peacemaker.. so far, I haven't found any party, genuinely seeking peace..

well, except for Rocky. Once you thought the "young Man" might have a ministry of sorts.. what changed your mind?

My offspring basically spit in young V*ctor's face. Pretty much. So he is rejected.. his pappy owes me his soul.. though I would never collect, even if I had to power to do so.. I would not want the responsibility of ownership.

the soul of this branch of humanity, I would not seek legal reparations for payment..

if you want to be, or become scum of the earth, so be it.

The character on the far left of the above image still owes me his soul. He traded it to me for a stinking tank of gas at ROA 1977. No kidding. "It will cost you.." "whatever.." OK. we are in agreement..

No kidding.. that is about how the conversation went..

It looks to me like a *majority* of CFF was in attendance..

the current "majority" of cff could have had enjoyed real community, in my current town. Along with genuine respect..

but no. You have to do what you have to do..

I have a few questions for the fellow on the left in the above photo..

besides those, my general question is, who or what organization performed the ordaining?

Things could be interesting.. This is a college I graduated from with a Bachelors degree in math. I then went on to another place where they offered a teaching assistantship. Of course, the first semester, all teaching assistants are just, plain awful. I read my reviews on "rate my professor". Somehow the students there figured I worked at the previous place I was only a student at. They claimed I was so awful, that I the previous place fired me, and the new place (where I was still technically only a student with a teaching assistantship) hired me because they couldn't find anyone else..

so I could have some real fun with the reviews. I could claim that they hired me back, because they couldn't find anybody else..

I am going to see if they will let me teach an algebra class at one of the other colleges here besides the little place I'm at now. Then I will take a couple of engineering or physics classes at a substantial discount.

The first day of class. Not teaching.. well, maybe that too. Often there are introductions.

When the professor asks who are you, and why are you here.

I'm thinking.. I will say something like.. I keep escaping from the facility where the people watch me because I'm bored, and there is nothing to do there..

What I've been wondering is-what happened when someone got sick while in residence.

If you were a family relative of the *founder*.. you went to the hospital. Directly.

Maybe we were given a glimpse into somebody elses nightmare..

This was never my personal dream. It pretty much violates any agreement I made with anything way.

I demand my money, time and effort refunded.

Plus interest..

AHA! Twice I've called the city sewer fixit business to fix it..

well. Considering what it would cost to remove four close to fifty foot trees in the city limits here.. I'd be further ahead with keep paying the sewer guys to fix it..

They do make the house cooler. I pull in air from the corner of the house at the base of the trees.. so they pay their way in one sense. Now, if I could figure out how to market the massive amounts of cotton in mid-June it would even be better..

There is a lot of clay in the soil, and water stands in the back yard in early spring.. I don't think there are any underground streams but I'm not certain about that.

Its been a cold spring, but the four dimensionally monstrous cottonwood trees here are bursting to break forth in their annual glory..

They are at close fifty feet tall.

I will herd the cotton out to the street with a leaf blower. The event will look like a snowstorm in late June..

What do I think..

most local way and ex-way probably think I'm "occupied" by Legion..

I can't get *most* of them to grace my door with their presence even with offers of Free Beer..

I remember (kinda) being born once. Can't remember the previous times. Do I really have to go through that again? Oh well..

It's been more than thirty days from the last request.

What's Up, Doc?

Not saying that geero is a "Doc". It is a rhetorical question. In other words, a question not requiring a specific answer.. or is it a question which knows the answer before it is asked..

Would you deliver in the hills?

Absolutely. Of course, hazarding the hills, you might offer some "tip" from the refrigerator, beyond laughing cow cheese..

Sadly, he is not exactly dead.. vic is Dead, long live Vic..

If souls reincarnate, we'll have to work this small mind over next time around..

I really think the former organization was a breeding ground, for .. devils.

Maybe in a weird sense, an environment welcome to walk ins from evil intelligences..

Something like that.

Maybe this is how devils propagate the species..

somehow I was a host that was rejected..

They were led down the path of destruction. The offshoots do the same. One of them claims to be operating under the purity of the conditions of when Geo J*ess ran (?) the corps program. At the best, or "purist" days, the way bred psychopaths..

The Lunch Special of the Day: Grubs, with some more of that Old Third Red Eye..

I would choose the Colorful Dodge City, and call the bar the Last Chant Saloon. Complete with a Theosophist's corner, seating for a "passel".

Ignorance and denial of the past..

The Organization was such a paradise before loy and the other "bad people".

So they want to run the program like it was back in the day, when G. J*ss ran it..

loy, geero, any may others were recruited into, trained by, and groomed by the very system they strive to emulate..