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11-11-04, 08:09
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| <blockquote><hr size=0><!-quote-!><font size=1>quote:</font> I am staying with his brother just to be near him<!-/quote-!><hr size=0></blockquote> you proly don't want to hear this but you really aren't being right to them or to yourself. that is taboo, off-limits. if the brother is righteous he would never accept your affections as that would be a betrayal of his own brother. any man who would betray his own just to take his woman is not worth having he'd betray you too. my two cents is to respect the limits, don't look to your mate's own family for a replacement for him. that's just wrong on so many levels. |
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11-11-04, 11:29
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| Mycotopiate Join Date: Dec 1972
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| I know your right. I am going to get on my feet, and put my life in order. Then find someone that I can relate to the way I relate to him. I am all done venting. Thank you all for your patience. (Message edited by rio on November 11, 2004) |
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11-11-04, 15:27
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| He was full of ennui, full of misery, full of death; there was nothing left in the world that could attract him, that could give him pleasure and solace. Was it possible to take in breath again and again, to breathe out, to feel hunger, to eat again, to sleep again, to lie with women again? Why should he go any further, where, and for what purpose? He bent with closed eyes – towards death. Then from a remote part of his soul, from the past of his tired life, he heard a sound. It was one word, one syllable, which without thinking he spoke instinctively… the holy Om, “the Perfect one” or “perfection.” All the torment of these recent times, all the disillusionment, all the despair, had not affected him so much as it did the moment Om reached his consciousness… <u>Siddhartha</u>; By The River (Message edited by taoistshredder on November 11, 2004) |
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11-11-04, 19:20
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| <blockquote><hr size=0><!-quote-!><font size=1>quote:</font> He was full of ennui, full of misery, full of death; there was nothing left in the world that could attract him, that could give him pleasure and solace. Was it possible to take in breath again and again, to breathe out, to feel hunger, to eat again, to sleep again, to lie with women again? Why should he go any further, where, and for what purpose? He bent with closed eyes – towards death. Then from a remote part of his soul, from the past of his tired life, he heard a sound. It was one word, one syllable, which without thinking he spoke instinctively… the holy Om, “the Perfect one” or “perfection.” All the torment of these recent times, all the disillusionment, all the despair, had not affected him so much as it did the moment Om reached his consciousness… <!-/quote-!><hr size=0></blockquote>  And thank you PeopleCanFly! |
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11-13-04, 15:12
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| Ex-chat M0d of Doom, y3  Join Date: Nov 1971
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| Alright, geez, i'll write something :P Should i post it on the boards, or would you prefer that i PM it to you, so that you own it rather then hippie? (i seem to remember the board TOS including that anything posted here belongs to him, which could cause problems for you publishing it)
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11-16-04, 23:20
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| A woman calls her boss one morning and tells him that she is staying home because she is not feeling well. "What's the matter?" he asks. "I have a case of anal glaucoma," she says in a weak voice. "What the hell is anal glaucoma?" "I can't see my ass coming into work today."
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11-17-04, 10:23
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| <blockquote><hr size=0><!-quote-!><font size=1>quote:</font> So there was this kid, right, and all this kid ever wanted to do was go to the circus. That's it. He always talked about it, at night when he went to sleep he would dream about it, he fucking loved it. So on his tenth birthday his parents threw him a big birthday party. All of his friends came over and they played pin the tail on the donkey and musical chairs and they all had a lot of fun. When his friends left the kid sat down and opened up his presents. He opened up the gift from his sister, it was a a cool remote control car. Then he opened up the gifts from his grandmother and his grandfather, and his grandmother from his mother's side and his grandfather from his mother's side. And he was happy, because he was getting all these cool gifts, but it wasn't what he wanted. There was something missing. So just as he finishes opening his presents his mom walks over and says, 'wait, there's one more.' She hands him a card. So the kid opens up the envelope, then opens up the card, and there they are... tickets to the circus. Well the kid was ecstatic! He jumped up and down and he was so excited he couldn't even fall asleep that night. He got a calendar and circled the date on it, and then everyday he would x out the days as he would get closer and closer. 30 days, 29 days, 28 days, 27 days... 6 days, 5 days, 4 days, 3 days, 2 days, 1 day, then finally... the circus. That morning, the kid popped right out of bed. He showered and got himself all ready, huge smile on his face the whole time. His family piled into the car and made their way to the circus. They walked into the Big Top and the kid was just floored. He was so happy. So he took his seat, section 3, row f, seat 12, and he was in heaven. He was fucking thrilled when the trapeze artists came out and did their trapeze thing, and he was smiling when the lion tamer came out and tamed the lion, and he was loving every second of it. But that wasn't what he wanted to see. There was one thing he was looking more forward to than anything else: the clowns. Finally, the clowns came out and the kid went nuts! They did the car thing, they were spraying each other with water, they were running around. It was crazy! Then, one of the clowns asked for a mic. He took the mic and asked everybody to quiet down. Everybody obeyed, and with that the clown said, 'I want everybody to look at their seats. If you're sitting in section 3, row f, seat 12, please stand up.' Everybody looked at their tickets... except the kid. Because he KNEW that it was his seat. The kid stood up, huge fucking smile on his face, and a big spotlight shone down on him. Then, the clown said, 'I want everybody in here to look at this kid. Because this kid is the biggest LOSER in the circus.' And everybody laughed and laughed and the kid was just... crushed. So the kid went home that night and cried himself to sleep. He was miserable. He couldn't eat, he couldn't think straight. His grades went down. He was a shell of his former self, and he couldn't shake it. One day when he came home from school he grabbed the newspaper off the kitchen counter and thumbed through it. Out of nowhere, he sees an advertisement. 'Have you ever been insulted?' The kid thought, yeah, I've been insulted. 'Do you want revenge?' Yeah, he thought, I want revenge. 'Well' the ad stated, 'Come take a class in the Art of The Comeback and you will never be insulted again.' The kid thought, that's what I need! So he started saving up his money to take this class. He got a job as a paperboy, and after a couple of years he finally saved up enough. So the kid took the class and he loved it. Every night he would go home and study. He really put a lot into it. When the session ended the kid started saving up money so he could take it Again! And he did. Year after the year the kid would take this class, and he just got better and better. After a few years, the kid started TEACHING the class, that's how good he was. People would come from near and far to have this guy teach them, he was incredible. As time went on, he became a bit of a celebrity. Captain Comeback, The King of Comebacks, people would call him. He was amazing. He was appearing on magazines, the cover of People, Time, Newsweek, Rolling Stone, you name it. The guy was huge. People would actually invite him to parties, and when he showed up, they would try to insult him. He would follow it up with such an incredible comeback that these people would leave THEIR OWN PARTY! I mean, he was great. Years went by, and this kid who started out as just a normal kid, now had kids of his own. He was happily married, lived in a great house, and had more money than you could ever imagine... but something wasn't right. Something wasn't settled. So one day, this guy, now in his mid-40's was reading a newspaper in office, and what does he see? An ad for the circus. The SAME CIRCUS as when he was a kid. He immediately threw down the paper, picked up the phone and ordered a hundred tickets. He handed the tickets out to his family, his friends, his colleagues... everyone. The night of the circus he was going to get his much needed revenge, and he wanted everyone to be there when he did. He grabbed a calendar and circled the date. Every day, he would count down. 30 days, 29 days, 28 days, 27 days... 3 days, 2 days, 1 day. Then, the circus. He arrived that night with everybody, and he took his seat. Section 3, row f, seat 12. The lion tamer came out and tamed his lion... he didn't care. The trapeze guys came out and did their trapeze thing... he could care less. He had one thing on his mind. Then, the clowns came out. And they did their little car thing, and they sprayed each other with water, and all was well and good... when suddenly a clown grabbed the mic and asked everybody to quiet down. THE SAME CLOWN. 'I need everybody to look at their seats. Will the person in section 3, row f, seat 12 please stand up?' Everybody looked at their tickets, but not the guy. He knew. Slowly, he stood up. 'I want everybody here to look at this man, because this man is the biggest LOSER at the circus.' But nobody laughed. They all knew what just happened. This clown just insulted the comeback King... and he was going to pay. Nervously, the clown shaded his eyes from the light to see what was going on, and when he did, he realized the tremendous mistake he just made. He dropped the mic with fear. This is what the man had been waiting for. All these years later, he was finally going to get his revenge. The clown was shaking. Slowly, the man raised his finger... the clown was trembling... the place is dead silent... and the man points his finger right at the clown... and says... Hey. Fuck You, Clown! <!-/quote-!><hr size=0></blockquote> |
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11-22-04, 15:01
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| Ex-chat M0d of Doom, y3 Join Date: Nov 1971
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| yeah.. some 5-MeO-DiPT would be nice.... maybe a gram of it, like i was going to get before the stupid dea found out about it... That stuff was niiiiiiice!
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