Topic: The Dis-order of the Disorganised Philosophies.. | |
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Awww...I had a pie and all...
was gonna ambush Alex...while she was kicking balls with Riva. |
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OH OH!! Whaddya mean kickin'?
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Oh Alexxxx look what I got
<--------------- and all mine hahaahah |
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I had thoughts in the same direction
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She's probably coming back with an auto-loading donut canon!
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Yum yours have sprinkles on them...mine has a bite out of it..
Kicking balls? Like soccer...you know...umm kicking goals.... Look!!! What's that?-----------------> (Steals one of Riva's donuts) |
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ouch I felt that....one less in a box
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Did you say the 'b' word???
How did you get security at the door with the 'b' thing? |
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*crawl into the back of the Landy* I think I need a couple minutes of
sleep. |
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nite nite Kid...Jess is waylaid for a liitle while.
here is a goodnight |
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See you all later. |
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Nighty night...some of us are in the coffee shop join us for
coffee... |
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~ The All-Illusive Message ~
~~~ I just came in to play with words made of letters carved on blocks I’ll treat them like symbolic herds and be the shepherd of their flocks It doesn’t matter what they say as thoughts are quite illusive the sands of time will wash away for no message is conclusive I’ll spell a word like ‘love’ and smile at what it means I’ll spell a word like ‘hate’ with all the agony it screams I’ll scrabble with the letters tossing them like dice and peer with some amazement when they spell a word like ‘nice’ Is it a miracle or accident that ‘nice’ is on the dice? Don’t ponder this too deeply for I had to throw them thrice As sunlight dances on my back I think about the rain it's funny how experience can be imagined in a brain Touch the sand and feel it the sensation is surreal there’s something in the ‘here and now’ that has a beckoning appeal Listen to the songs of birds as they go about their lives and the busy little workers who make honey in their hives They’re not concerned with any words or with the ponderings of ‘Why?’ they simply do what they must do to enjoy their lives beneath the sky Oh dear god please help us to know that truth is not in words lest we lose ourselves in ponderings and become a bunch of empty nerds Lets us know that love is love and not a string of letters Lets us be like birds and bees and not immoral debtors We love the words we play with we love the thoughts they bring and no matter how we spell it we love the birth of spring ~~~ (Abra 5/7/07) (Inspired by Jess Lee, Composed with love by Abracadabra) |
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Pearl? Did somebody say Pearl.
Oink Oink Ooops. I cant fit through the door. Oh yeah... Forgot to leave my ego. Thats better. I can see you invisible. Morning afternoon or evening Jess. |
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Wow, a virtual bar in the Religious domain. HI EVERYBODY.
By the way, great poem Abra. This could be the meeting thread, you know - like, hey, I'm here, or hey, I'll be gone for a couple days. It's also a great way to get some new folks chatting, maybe get some new thoughts too. Sorry, I just popped in and was so happy to see this post just had to start right in. I'll be back after I read what everyone has to say. |
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So since this is light philosophy i'd like to share my own personal
thoughts. Whenever anyone asks me how I am, 99% of the time I say "I'm just wonderful". At some point anyone who knows me for a while comments "oh you always say that". So here is my reply - If I find myself waking up in a comfortable bed and I can get up, and walk and talk and find a friend, it's a wonderful day. Now my friends ask "so how are you, Really" lol |
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Good Morning AB...
Sorry about the width of the door...and the errr..security guy...he can get a bit over-zealous.. So lovely to see you. We had a bit of fun here last night..and well, nothing to say really, other than YAY!!! |
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Good Morning Red
So pleased to see you here as well, As you can see, this is the expansion thread...to be expanded in any direction it chooses... I too have little ways of greeting and answering people...here I say Morning! Or Afternoon! Or Evening! I rarely add the word Good...so I can then counter the "What's so good about it?" grumblers...my response is...huh? "I was just reminding myself what part of the day it is, and Oh, hello!"...leaves them a little puzzled Another, when asked what "I do" as in for work, I say, " I do ME, and I do it well, don't you think?". Kind of steers the need to define me by my work, in a whole different direct... I love having the freedom to not 'fit' into other's perceptions, of how the world looks for me..or how I may look for them... I get to choose! Because I can!!! (Which is another of my little quirks) |
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Choices.....aren't they great!
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Good Morning Harry, or evening, afternoon...
And what choices we do have!!! Best invention since sliced bread, these choices things.. |
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