Quiet Colors
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25 minutes ago, Quiet Colors said:
.... or die folks, .... or die
*Drambuie*Also, WHY is it so obvious that their average age of readership or male readership (he didn’t specify so I’d assume cumulative) is 26? I was trying to remember who it was at HQ who told me in passing that in romantic relationships the male usually rises to the maturity level ohhhhh haha wait what so women are like the male swing dancer in the naked department? wayyyyy stronger than men, men are just like little flexible wisps of a thing that you just twirl around, throw up in the air, swing em under the armpit, do a turn together? was he talking about SX????? How many syllables in X?
neways. Just like. “Older and wiser.” Easier to fool. Or kidnap? Or make light up like a kid at C——mas. Already lit up like a wax tree that lasts one lifetime and grows incrementally smaller yr by y. Seriously. I don’t get that. HH (Humbert Humbert??) acted like it’s Newton’s Law why 26yo men want to look at just-legal full-fledged women. Worth more if you leave them in their packaging and never play with them and trade them for cormorant feathers later. No. It was a shrug. I wonder if his gfes ever watched old tapes of him. Of course they did.
*so. Any tips? on seduction? I need to seduce myself first. Which is tricky. I was in love with him before. But then I realized he was not a late bloomer. And that he thinks of romance as sex. And I became afraid! And ~ like ~ judgmentful just as a matter of who I am. So i started doing….. this…… to him. Runaway messaging. My current vice. A tad hysterical. Histrionic? Shart now here too. How do i delete? WWLCMD? WWDMD?
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On 4/7/2022 at 8:57 PM, Bolshevik said:
So this morning I saw a crow harass a bunch of baby bunnies onto the highway and was reminded of this.
@ the sweat lodge the medicine man will tell me he thinks it’s kinda cool with the mascots. Like the animals that the natives were sort of relegated to class with ~ it’s because the people knew they’re better than the people are. But his son who is also a medicine man now is in the loose bunch that would write letters or stage a protest demanding there be no more Indians baseball, because it’s disrespectful. At the liquor store where I’m working ~ it’s black owned and mostly shopped and staffed. At first I remember some Real strange experiences from behind the glass. I surely Looked strange ~ eye surely looked strange ~ not to mention my clothing. And I felt strange. I was a teetotaler in high school in New Knoxville. Did not pack Drambouie in my thermos for lunch. Haha no one ever pressured me to do it, though LCM did proposition my mom ?!?!?!? when she was like 46 ?? I later found out. I, you know, saw LCM Mounting me on his Giant DESK on my mindscreen when I was 16 at the ACS developing my own very unstable personality schism. Haha which way it came from I can’t say I ken. Staring and Staring at taht screen for Hours. Really enjoyed Murakami’s 1Q84. “Art comforts the disturbed and disturbs the comfortable.” But I was called Demi Moore at one point from Striptease….. such a dis. I never saw the movie but I looked up a description later and ~ damn. He nailed it. Although not as well as when I saw Emo Phillips portray me encountering Screaming Jay Hawkins on the Arsenio Hall Show. Haha i a laughing crying grease spot. A little piece of metal God will fit into the car somewhere. I’m sorry. The bunnies. WHY are the women the only ones in costume
why ARE the women the only ones in costume
Steve Jobs should be the next Playboy mascot. Black turtleneck. Jeans. V-neck?
Cows? Buffalo.
Turtles.
Maybe just follow the Chinese zodiac calendar?
We should add this discussion to the resurrection of Hugh Heifner for his fair trial.
i have really enjoyed reading everything so far, thank YOUUU for enlivening this site. Ha I have a omg photo of age 14 or so ~ probably already 5’10” ~ sitting on Mrs. Wierwille’s lap. I remember seeing her riding a bicycle (by herself) at the age of like 80. I still have a scrap of her handwriting somewhere. The way that slaves actually came to love their masters, I heard. As if masters were mascots. With whips. And guns. And the creation of a task force called the police of the USA.
goddammit I do NOT love the man whose baby i have to get in me.
.... or die folks, .... or die
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On 6/26/2014 at 5:17 PM, excathedra said:
i would never even dream of asking you your opinion on lonnie
that's God's
My opinion on Lonnie is God’s?!! Why yes, I agree in Part.
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On 10/30/2019 at 11:50 AM, Bolshevik said:
Not sure God will heal with just a tithe. Might not start until abundantly sharing or plurality giving.
Less than abundant sharing is the tithe, and for that God won't send you his spit, if I remember correctly. I'm assuming God's spit is what heals. Just rub it in.
So short answer is no.
I was crying just a second ago. I’m not going to explain. Good tears. To read all this.
On 10/30/2019 at 11:50 AM, Bolshevik said:Not sure God will heal with just a tithe. Might not start until abundantly sharing or plurality giving.
Less than abundant sharing is the tithe, and for that God won't send you his spit, if I remember correctly. I'm assuming God's spit is what heals. Just rub it in.
So short answer is no.
I remembered what i was going to say, in a good way this time. Hey. Sometimes it happens. I wasn’t going to explain why tihs made mi cry….. but I should. I can’t sleep. And an alarm started going off when all I could think of to say was that the short answer is ALWAYS no. Because it has only two letters. Ha. Never thought of that one before. Ten is a good number. Twenty is a little more animalistic maybe, or just complete? But earlier yesterday we were listening to Joanna Newsom’s song Have One On Me. Titular track of the album. & listening & listening, loud as possible. I was not singing along, but we came to the line and i had to shout it in an angry monotone, so angry it came out: As If God Himself Spat Like A Cornered Rat. (In the line the songwriter is describing a shooting star she sees, I imagine, from a train taking her away from her wedding and to her honeymoon with her first husband. It resonated with me because it was… I went somewhere last summer. Made a hm humbl hanbleçi ya no ya ya vision quest ~ just to see if I Am was still with me. My life has REALLY unraveled since then and starting then although it’s not quite unraveling that’s the word. Has been marked by marks of failure. And awakening to my own lousiness, after executing it, it would seem. I’m a firstborn daughter raised at HQ by an Army vet with a troubled past and a quiet man, and peculiar and goofy, and his wife, the Registration tent lady, or one of them, I guess! Also goofy and self-deprecating and very cheerful. I don’t believe in C——-. But I went out there to see if the Great Spirit, whom I had encountered before on the Horseshoe Hill in a storm as I Am……. ah memory
I went out there and I was in the dark on the ground on night 1 of the fast ~ already exhausted from just doing the basic preparations and getting to the mountains. I was crouched down kneeling on the earth with my forearms on the earth staring intently at my pipe as i could barely see her in the dark. For a while. Just worshiping. I made a move with my hand to touch my pipe ~ I forget why ~ and suddenly a light that I thought was in the bowl lit up. It had been totally dark & then this round lil light glowed on. I quickly withdrew my hand without having touched, startled. I thought it was a spirit light but seems like it could have been a lightning bug. There were So many out there!!!!! I hadn’t stood up and turned around to see them yet. Or they hadn’t started. But it was In/sane Beauty. when I did. But at that time i was just crouched down there and that happened a light on my çanunpa, and then a minute later I was just still looking with a more “softened gaze” in that general direction and I saw a meteorite pass from point B to point A as we read in the big inky black sky full of stars over across the scenic overlook. So ~ uh ~ thank you ?!?!! Have also been thinking about camels. The Story of the Weeping Camel movie has been IN my heart so much lately. And I was writing about my landlady and i this afternoon…… how I spat back… but not in the mouth, ha. In the eye. Hoping I didn’t spit too hard, i said to my friends, who live not in spitting distance. I’m sorta new to GS and this is the first post I’ve read. Gratitude to all the minds & hearts & forums for gathering of spirits. <3
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I’ve been trying to remember tihs name too….. wo thank U.
I lived with a fellow student in college whose dad had done “the same” when she was 3 for a similar reason (wifely or spousal idk infidelity), also in the Way. She asked me to edit her story for here about a week after my (womanly) suicide attempt (taking all the pills) failed. Her dad though shot himself in the heart. Damn. I bet Ramona’s current husband would shoot hisself in the heart if he ever had to do that over her. HA!ha idk where
i remember when he brought 2 Canada geese home (we lived in a trailer with them for a year). The goose. There’s medicine there. I just remember patting the chest of one of them and how SO so soft it was. More fiction, but Love Medicine by Louise Erdrich, has got some goose stuffins in there.
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