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If it does.. maybe you are as crazy as I am..

the whole problem with God is.. one really can't help from loving *god*.. to see, is to love.. I had something like that happen, once.. even though I can't define what He/She/It is.. does this make sense?

Yeah.. about ten years prior to this one.. I'd still get on the bus if it pulled up.. where did the bus go..

Ha! One of my favorite books of all time.. Tom Wolfe The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test..

Its the "end of an era".. it already happened in 1963.. Kesey dragged a piano out of his house.. and called it the "Oldest living Thing on Perry Lane" and the "crazies" "set about axing the hell out of it, and burning it up.." the funny thing.. they were LAUGHING about it.. You'll have to buy the book. Its on page 52..

but if you did.. I'd offer the same. I'd say a little prayer for it, or chant, or something.. :)

or is that "player-coaches".. weird term.. but why do they sit at the "head table"? You know.. some "cute" corps volunteer pouring water, serving meal less than the substandard sustenance (i.e. *mystery meat* like I consumed at one advanced class *special*)..

Is tonight the big night? If you want, I'll say a little prayer for it or chant or something.. :)

Is the local group generally aware of his "proclivities"? You know.. thug with a sidearm.. etc. etc..?

heh.. I'm glad somebody figured it out..

Good evening *Mr* linder. the train wreck.. was all my own. sorry, you'll never see it in the original.. It's really sad.. you will leave this life with.. nothing to call your own.. See.. the idea that you happened to end up with offspring.. you were DAMNED LUCKY.. like me.. take it or leave it...

Hmm. anymore.. I count my years in primes.. it will be another six years.. until then, I guess I'm a greasespot or something..

Sheesh Bow.. only three more years, and you will be in one more of your primes..

*that is all.* heh

gawd have mercy on those who may have to deal with said log.. just.. let it roll..

depends on how big the log is, I guess.. *really* big log.. *roll away (sucka, please..) just... roll away..*

I'm waiting.. not *anxiously* by any means..

and I don't want to hear the same crap about "boundaries".. pa invited me. Taught me your damned dialect.. vote me out publically, and I'll just go away.. never say another thing. friggin morons..

I had to deal with another human being regarding this.. the *WOMAN* took the house, the vehicle, and the fancy stereo.. really.. FRIEND. GET OVER IT.. rosie isn't going to give you back the farm, the prestige and the million dollar sound system.. Mr. Rocky. God Bless you friend. Please forward this message to the appropriate party.. won't listen to me, maybe he'll listen to someone else..

Perhaps he's a close second.. that is all. Oh, the irony of it all.. sowie.. with me it never seems to ring "true" that is *all*.. the ironic part of it.. herr vicster, ended up being "done" by a.... WOMAN.. hah. Junior too.. really.. get over it fella.. it's just what happens.. naw.. not that simple. Lets just regroup, and conquer the world.. sheesh. I just wish you would not include your offspring in this crusade.. you really don't have the right..

He can tell you, but then he will have to shoot you or something..

Maybe it a good thing.. all ex-wayfers dont necessarily like Ice Cream..

Now its been about.. I've lost track of time.. at least.. or almost ten years..

they are soo damned "easy".. excuse the vulgarities..

and that is.. maybe I should not say.. something about salmon swimming upstream..