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If you don't mind me saying.. maybe GS Cafe is some kind of Hell in Buddhism terms.. that we are really dead at the time, and we need to burn off the bulls*it in this life before going to Paradise.. maybe we need to burn effigies of the Monsters we encountered in this life.. I'm all for that. Let the Bastards Burn..

The argument might have some merit.. provided. the victim is given a choice. Given a situation, with the perp, and one has a loaded gun pointed to his or her head.. or the "opportunity" to meet out the same kind of abuse in retribution.. with no legal kind of retaliation. Forgive, or kill.. forgive, or smite. Sorry.. its just a thought.

The claim that one must forgive their attacker to achieve mental well being is ludicrous.. at least to me..

The Sign.. The Brunette here can wail better than Claudette. Just saying..

I love this.. this is what I do in my dreams. Maybe I'm the dream.. I'm doing what somebody else is doing in their dreams.. Ya know.. ABBA turned this group down.. I like the lyrics.. Dont believe in fear.. don't believe in faith.. don't believe in anything that you can't break.

Dedicated to all of the stupid girls of GS Cafe. And they all are not female.

So why do I come back.. my life now does not even closely resemble what it was in the same *ministry* this site is devoted to. What about you?

Its "almost". almost.. maybe I'm just running out of fuel.. last fuel up was about 1974.

I don't think any of us moved on as well, or with as much style.

For those who missed part of the eighties. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5CImrIKNmBo

Then there are other times, that I come back.. and test the waters in a more sober moment, to determine if I'm banned, or put on "moderation".. It wasn't me officer, No. It was the Cats. They typed up all that tripe while I was still logged in..

Sometimes I come back here just because it happens to be on a night that I've consumed just a *tad* too much red wine.

"snip", heh. Maybe it was the best thing for the kid.. still ended up being a fruitcake though. In my opinion.. maybe with a closer bond to pops he would have turned out even worse.. its just a thought.

I was "lucky". I was out for over a year before the offshoots found out.

you might have something there..

it comes in, it most go out..

I cannot see, look out for me.. Don't be afraid, little people.. Doors close, in five seconds. and now, as even Scary Night descents upon us..

Ha! At least some of us here know the Divine Truth.. wait a minute, wait a minute: rolling, take one.

I've sworn this place off, at least a half a dozen times.. what is it.. friendship? No.. that has proved for the most part impossible. what brings you back here? friendship.. no. Unless you know yourselves in real life before registering in some anonymous log in name..

even after 97 pages of whatever it is.. I still don't feel like I'm qualified to vote, or to reply here..

End of Times. Maybe what you are seeing is more personal.. end of what. Myself. Either: I am going to be absorbed into nothing, or I am going to be absorbed into everything. Just saying.. If you consider topology.. or modern geometry, nothing is everything. am I that "precious".. it depends on the Creator. I hope that it is so..

Who is the singer here. Maybe he is God. who knows..

Only you , can set you free..

if you don't mid me saying.once you've given power in your own god name. You are screwed.

You know. A real life meeting.. where internet paranoid souls can object to the terms of a real life meeting of souls. We will have to set some ground rules this time. 1. A person cannot ask another person any real world geographical questions. Like.. where are you from.. that is Verboten. We need.. a casual meeting without casual exchanges. Maybe we could just show up wearing masks.