AdiosMiCorazon

Zshot darling Dot does have direct knowledge. She was told that wiping her a$$ with PFAL will save on toilet paper. Sorry Dot, that is my interpretation. Care to join my group? Its called the first church of her goofiness. I have first hand knowledge of "twig" and if I was playing word association the first word that would come to my head is "shudder" That is my opinion and I am stuck to it.

Oh Yippie a new cult! Oh great Steve with an exclamation mark. You are the true Steve, thus the exclamation mark. You are the ruler of the Steve. BTW, Spam scares me. On the menu tonight, dirty spam, with a side of lice.

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RG, Don't you ever think that he was just plain wrong. Just plain evil and that there was no good in him at all. That he developed a scam to benefit him and his lust?! Sometimes, I think that about him and I wonder why he is held in such high esteem by others. As always, RG, I don't mean to offend you or your belief, if it does, just ignore me please.

Thanks Linda

I wanted to email you, but you do not have one listed. Please email me. My e-mail address is in my profile. Thank you.

Steppin can be dangerous...step very carefully to the next cult..... oops I mean fellow----alien ship oops I mean wierdo living room.... oops I mean give me your money... oops I mean just 10% instead of 15%... oops I mean owe everything to me and no one else... oops...oops...ooops C'mon get real!!!!!! listen to yourself!!!!!

Ruben Blades By the corner of the old neighborhood I saw him pass, With the same strut that all the street thugs have Both hands always in his overcoat pocket So that not one knows which side is carrying the knife. Wearing a wide-brimmed hat, halfway to the side and tennis shoes that, if there is a problem, he can fly off. Hés got on dark glasses, so that you dont know where hés looking And one gold tooth, and when he smiles you see it glitter. Three blocks away from that to corner there is a woman Shés pacing the sidewalk for the 5th Time She goes into a bar and get's to drink to forget That this is a slow day and there were no clients. A car passes slowly along the avenue, It's unmarked, but everyone knows that it's the police. Pedro Navaja, his hands still in his coat pockets, looked and smiled, his gold tooth shining. Looking both ways, he didn't see anyone, And moving quickly, but quietly, there he crossed the street. Meanwhile, the woman is coming from the to other side. Complaining because she didn't make any money to eat. While she walked, she took out a gun out of her old coat to and tucked it in her purse, so it won't get in the way. A 38 "Smith and Wesson" the Sat Night Special That she carries with to her to free to her from all evil And Pedro Navaja, knife in hand, went up to to her, His gold took lighting up the whole avenue, while he laughed, he sunk the knife in her with not compassion, when suddenly a sound, like to Cannon... ... There he fell to the sidewalk, looking AT the woman who, with the gun in her hand, mortally wounded, said to him: "And I was thinking: This isn't my day, Ím out of luck, but Pedro Najava, yoúre worse off, you ain't nothing ". And believe me people, although there was noise, not one came out. There was no curiousity, there were no questions, not one cried. Just one drunk, who stumbled over the bodies, Picked up the gun, the knife, the money, and marched off. And stumbling away, there he sang out-of-tune, The chorus, that I have brought you, and the message of my song: "life gives you surprises, surprises is what you get from life" Oh God... ... the corner bully, that lives by the steel dies by the steel... ... Wicked fisherman, you threw bad bait, and instead of a sardine, you hooked a shark... ... 5 million stories in the City of New York... My grandmother says:"He who laughs last, laughs best "... ... When destiny you has been determined, even the brave can't change it, If you were born to be hammered, the nails will fall from the sky... ... Thugs out there, be careful on the streets, Be careful friend, Everyonés got something up to their sleeve Like in the Kakfa novel, the drunk turned down an alley...

Ruben Blades (yes the actor) Por la esquina del viejo barrio lo vi pasar con el tumba'o que llevan los guapos al caminar, las manos siempre en los bolsillos de su gabán pa' que no sepan en cual de ellas lleva el puñal. Usa sombrero de ala ancha de medio lado y zapatillas por si hay problemas salir vola'o, lentes oscuros pa' que no sepan que está mirando y un diente de oro que cuando ríe se ve brillando. Como a tres cuadras de aquella esquina una mujer va recorriendo la acera entera por quinta vez y en un zaguán entra y se da un trago para olvidar que el día está flojo y no hay clientes pa' trabajar. Un carro pasa bien despacito por la avenida, no tiene marcas pero todos saben que es policía. Pedro Navaja, las manos siempre dentro del gabán mira y sonríe y el diente de oro vuelve a brillar. Mientras camina pasa la vista de esquina a esquina, no se ve un alma, está desierta toda la avenida, no se ve a nadie y esa mujer sale del zaguán y Pedro Navaja aprieta un puño dentro del gabán. Mira pa' un lado, mira pa'l otro y no ve a nadie y a la carrera Pedro sin ruido cruza la calle y mientras tanto en la otra acera va la mujer refunfuñando pues no hizo pesos con qué comer. Mientras camina del viejo abrigo saca un revolver, esa mujer, y va a guardarlo en su cartera pa' que no estorbe, un 38 "Smith and Wheson" del especial que carga encima pa' que la libre de todo mal. Y Pedro Navaja puñal en mano le fue pa' encima, el diente de oro iba alumbrando toda la avenida, mientras reía el puñal hundía sin compasión cuando de pronto sonó un disparo como un cañón. Y Pedro Navaja cayó en la acera mientras veía a la mujer que revolver en mano y de muerte herida a él le decía: "Yo que pensaba hoy no es mi día, estoy sal'á, pero Pedro Navaja, fíjate tú, tú estás en n'á'". Y creanme gente que aunque hubo ruido nadie salió, no hubo curiosos, no hubo preguntas, nadie lloró, sólo un borracho con los dos cuerpos se tropezó, cogió el revolver, el puñal, los pesos y se marchó. Iba pensando, se fue cantando desafinao el coro que aquí les traje, mira el mensaje de mi canción: Sorpresas te da la vida, la vida te da sorpresas, ay Dios, Pedro Navaja mató en una esquina, quien a hierro mata a hierro termina... La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios. Maleante pescador, mal anzuelo que tiraste, en vez de una sardina un tiburón enganchaste. La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios. Cinco millones de historias tiene la ciudad de Nueva York. La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios. Como decía mi abuelita: El que rie ultimo ríe mejor. La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios. Cuando lo manda el destino no lo cambia ni el más bravo, si naciste pa' martillo del cielo te caen los clavos. La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios. Barrio de guapos cuida'o en la acera Cuida'o camara'a que el que no corre vuela. La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida ay Dios. Como en una novela de Kafka el borracho dobló por el callejón. "La vida te da sorpresas, sorpresas te da la vida" ¡ay, Dios!... [This message was edited by AdiosMiCorazon on July 20, 2002 at 10:53.] [This message was edited by AdiosMiCorazon on July 20, 2002 at 10:55.]

Green Day Another turning point A fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist Directs you where to go So make the best of this test And don't ask why It's not a question But a lesson learned in time It's something unpredictable But in the end is right I hope you had the time of your life So take the photographs And still frames in your mind Hang it on a shelf of Good health and good time Tattoos of memories And dead skin on trial For what it's worth It was worth all the while It's something unpredictable But in the end is right I hope you had the time of your life It's something unpredictable But in the end is right I hope you had the time of your life It's something unpredictable But in the end is right I hope you had the time of your life back to top

Alanis Morissette Dear Matthew, I like you a lot I realize you're in a relationship with someone right now And I respect that I would like you to know that if you're ever single in the future and you want to Come visit me in california I would be Open to spending time with you and finding out how old you were when you wrote your first song Dear Jonathan, I liked you too much I used to be attracted to boys who would lie to me And think solely about themselves and you were Plenty self-destructive for my taste at the time I used to say the more tragic the better The truth is, whenever I think of the early 90's your face comes up with a vengeance like it was yesterday Dear Terrance, I love you muchly You've been nothing but open hearted and emotionally available and supportive And nurturing and consumately there for me I kept drawing you in And pushing you away I remember how beautiful it was to Fall asleep on your couch and cry in front of you for the first time you were the Best platform from which to jump beyond myself What was wrong with me Dear Marcus, You rocked my world You had a charismatic way about you with the women And you got me seriously thinking about spirituality And you wouldn't let me get away with kicking my own a$$ But I could never really feel relaxed and looked out for around you though And that stopped us from going any further than we did And it's kind of too bad 'cause we could've had much more fun Dear Lou, We learned so much I realize we won't be able to talk for some time And I understand that as I do you The long distance thing was the hardest and we did as well as we could We were together during a very tumultuous time in our lives I will always have your back and be curious about you about your career, your whereabouts

Red Hot Chili Peppers Scar Tissue Scar tissue the I wish you saw Sarcastic Mister know it all close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause' With the bird I'll share With the bird I'll share This loney view With the bird I'll share this loney view Push me up against the wall Young kentucky girl in a push-up bra Fallin' all over myself To likc your heart and taste your health 'cause With the bird I'll share This loney view Blood loss in a bathroom stall Sounthern girl with a scarlet drawl Wave goodbye to ma and pa 'cause With the bird I'll share With the bird I'll share This loney view With the bird I'll share This loney view Soft spoken with a broken jaw Step outside but not to brawl Autumn's sweet we call it fall I'll make it to the moon if i have to crawl With the bird I'll share This loney view Scar tissue the I wish you saw Sarcastic Mister know it all close your eyes and I'll kiss you cause' With the bird I'll share With the bird I'll share This loney view With the bird I'll share This loney view

Dot, You are truly a gem. It was very brave of you to speak up and let us know what was going on. I can't believe that VP wierdo is still a god to some people. L. Soy Boy was his mini-me. They are cut from the same demented cookie cutter.

Sorry Rottie I wish I could point. She is at the edge. Her hair color is lighter almost as light as the man in the back and her skin is white. Eye Dr. told me I could read the fine print off a barn, whatever that means. I also noticed that the people aren't angled right. If they were posing behind this thing(cause they are proud of this horrid thing) for a picture, the person taking the picture would make sure that everyone would get in the picture, kids would be asked to stand or kneel in front of adults, etc. and the two guys in the back faces are cut in half by the tower. I dunno. Just what I see. Who is the guy (the white guy) in the back looking at? I mean here are these people with this awful thing they just created yet he seems not to be looking at it. I would have been staring with my mouth wide open.

Steve and you thought that this was going to be a simple thread about spam. Ha! Now we have mustard and dirty stuff going on. You really "missed" it when you started this thread. Perhaps next time you should not bring up spam and make the thread about green eggs and ham!

This picture looks funny (strange) to me. Notice white man in the back and the white woman whos face it cut in half. Where did you get this picture from? It looks like a hoax.

Rascal, I agree with you 100%. When I was younger, I did not value human life like I do now. I have a daughter and when I heard about that little girl, I cried. Such a pretty, sweet, bubbly child taken away and so violently. I can't imagine a more human reaction, than crying over that kind of loss to anyone and what that little girl went through. TWI taught us not to have any emotions. Now we are allowing ourselves to have these very human emotions. It might seem strange at first, but I am glad that I can cry, hate, love (really love), get angry, etc.

WE all know you are a stud muffin Steve!

I was told that I should NOT see Nightmare on Elm Street. Since I had already been heavy in the devil spirit world (I dabbled with some witchcraft) I would become possessed and go off the deep end. Well, being only 18 years old, I loved to do the things I was told not to do. I went to see it and I thought it was kind of funny. It was definately not worth getting all upset about. I must have been way-way-off-fellowship!

happy ex-anniversary or un-anniversary. Let's have a party. Adios is popping the cork off the wine.

I asked hubby to see what would help. Please try this link. Good luck! You might have to join, but you will find good info here! click on buddy finder. Military

Dream a Little Dream of Me Schwant, Andre, and Kahn Stars shining bright above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singin' in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me Say nighty-night and kiss me Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me While I'm alone and blue as can be Dream a little dream of me Stars fading but I linger on dear Still craving your kiss I'm longin' to linger till dawn dear Just saying this Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me (instrumental break) Stars shining up above you Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you" Birds singin' in the sycamore trees Dream a little dream of me Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you But in your dreams whatever they be Dream a little dream of me Yes, dream a little dream of me

Then if I recite an entire poem written by Longfellow I would be breaking the law. uh oh!

Copyright Act Sec. 107. - Limitations on exclusive rights: Fair use Notwithstanding the provisions of sections 106 and 106A, the fair use of a copyrighted work, including such use by reproduction in copies or phonorecords or by any other means specified by that section, for purposes such as criticism, comment, news reporting, teaching (including multiple copies for classroom use), scholarship, or research, is not an infringement of copyright. In determining whether the use made of a work in any particular case is a fair use the factors to be considered shall include - (1) the purpose and character of the use, including whether such use is of a commercial nature or is for nonprofit educational purposes; (2) the nature of the copyrighted work; (3) the amount and substantiality of the portion used in relation to the copyrighted work as a whole; and (4) the effect of the use upon the potential market for or value of the copyrighted work. The fact that a work is unpublished shall not itself bar a finding of fair use if such finding is made upon consideration of all the above factors ********** We are educating ourselves about the lyrics. As you can see Firebee has already learned something. Perhaps we should title the thread studying the poetry of great lyrics.

Bungee Jumping In Mexico Two Americans, Bob and Jeff, decide to open a bungee-jumping business in Mexico. They set up on the square of a small village. Bob jumps, bounces at the end of the cord, and flies back up by the platform. Jeff isn't able to catch his friend, but he notices he has a few cuts and scratches. Bob falls again, bounces, and comes back up. This time, he is bruised and bleeding. Again, Jeff misses him. The third time it happens, Bob comes back pretty messed up - he's got a couple of broken bones and is almost unconscious. Luckily, Jeff finally catches him and says, "Holy cow, what happened? Was the cord too long?" Bob looks confused and says, "No, the cord was fine... but what the heck is a pinata?"