I like having no beliefs or ideas. It leaves me more open to judge idiocy. Wait a minute...I believe and think I may have contradicted myself there. I blame society, and lack of soap.
Setanta wrote:And, of course, it is entirely possible that you didn't look in the right place . . .
Yoo callin me dumb? EH?
Noone gets to call the NIMH stoopid without regretting it ...
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Hey, take off you hoser . . . course i'm callin' ya dumb . . .
Oy!
No, I'm tellin'ya. I had to go with the soft peeling bar, I had no choice.
Blame rampant consumerism.
Random thought: I wonder if the soft, peeling bar is sold in the US? Sounds sort of nice. Does it have a lovely scent? How do your hands look after washing? Do they feel softer? A woman in New Mexico wants to know...
Hey, I'm a guy. Just cause, you know, I bought a soft peeling bar of creamy soap lined with a delicate scrub and the vaguest smell of something lusciously pleasant doesnt mean that I, like, look at my hands to see if they're soft enough already ... jeez.
So, the corpulent metal chick who lives with her b/f two doorways down does do heroin (she's talking all about it with some slurred-speaking guy underneath my window). Damn.
Afterthought: that's kindof sad, that the only couple that looked as messed up as we must have seemed last year (year before that, I mean), used to be on heroin ....
dark clouds, wedging forward
appearing from behind the roof-edge like tanks
I'm having trouble accepting the farewell from summer. It's still lingering, one moment more ... sun shining but it's only kind of warm if you're actually in the sunlight - outside, autumn cold. Today it rained, umbrellas against the wind, leaves on the street. But my balcony is still (or again) pretty, and I'm persisting. Finally sitting there in the afternoon, out there instead of in here behind the computer, worming out what last summer experiences still to be had. With candles in the candleholders Y. gave me, once, on the plank just underneath the balcony edge, they're a wondrous warm-orange glow, even in the evening you could still sit out here, reading. Wondering why I didn't, earlier. Opportunities foregone. What a life.
cavfancier wrote:I like having no beliefs or ideas. It leaves me more open to judge idiocy. Wait a minute...I believe and think I may have contradicted myself there. I blame society, and lack of soap.
You sound like a mushroom trip I was on once.
FreeDuck wrote:cavfancier wrote:I like having no beliefs or ideas. It leaves me more open to judge idiocy. Wait a minute...I believe and think I may have contradicted myself there. I blame society, and lack of soap.
You sound like a mushroom trip I was on once.
I was just trying to get into the spirit of the thread, you know, random observations. For example, you mention a mushroom trip. Are you a mycologist? What did you find?
I found out that my sister was afraid of fear, and that not having any rules was a rule itself. The rest I don't remember. When you said having no beliefs left you more open to judge idiocy, it reminded me of my discovery. Maybe the whole spirit of the thread is like a mushroom trip.
I for one am happy this thread was revived. Now my toe hurts.
FreeDuck, you did mushroom with your sister? Yowza ...
Now some of my sister's friends I wouldnt have minded doing mushrooms with ...
And today's award for most well-meant nonsequitur goes to African reggea group Tiken Jah Fakoly:
"we are living / on the same planet / so we are / the same".
Yeah, you, me and the iguana, baby.
Ooh, iguana babies!! I love iguana babies.
Say goodnight Gracie...
Today is my mother's birthday.
I love you mommy.
Yes. I miss her very much. <nods>
