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Post by docone31 on Dec 9, 2004 16:58:25 GMT -5
I had a profound thought, made myself a legend in my own mind, and I lost it! It is gone, I feel the vaccum, my ears are ringing.
Has anybody found my thought? I could really use it.
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Post by Cher on Dec 9, 2004 17:15:28 GMT -5
I thought I found your thought, but I thought wrong.  I hate when that happens, though most of the time, mine are trains and I get derailed somewhere along the line. If you find my train, your thought might be there too. They go to "That Place" you know. "That Place" that socks go to when you put two in the dryer and only one comes out. I hate "That Place" I always get lost there. |
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Post by krazydiamond on Dec 9, 2004 20:49:24 GMT -5
the ringing in your ears is all of us clapping, applauding, cuz you are the real SMART spider in this web.....you got funny bone too. big funky hilarious spider bone...
the first time i ever lived in Floriduh, i walked into a Banana Spider nest/web....across the camping path, my little snowbird soul almost went nuclear......(or nucalear for the rest of the world and all those red states)
i am NOT going to the PC Zone.
not me.
KD
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Post by docone31 on Dec 9, 2004 21:35:06 GMT -5
You were lucky. The bananna spider waits for its prey and falls on it. Its bite is fatal to humans. That is one of those slow painful, falling off of body parts kicking the bucket. That spider is classed as either the, or one of the most venomously lethal spiders known. I saw one once back in New England. It was on a pineapple plant my father bought and tried to grow. It was huge, with yellow stripes against a black body. There was also a green snake in the plant with yellow eyes and yellow underside. It had a triangular head. I chased it when it ran across the yard but it was too fast, and I did not want to catch it anyway. I was able to identify it years later. It was a bad viper! Came on the plant with the spider. The winters in New England would have wiped it out anyway but it sure was beautiful. All of nature is beautiful, well, except for Bubbas. Watching them eat at the Golden Corral is something to see.
There was this Bubba family back in Punta Gorda. They all smelled bad and when they came back from the salad bar they didn't use utinsels! They grunted and put their faces in their plates and grunted. The children did the same thing. They finished their plates and went up and got more. WE had to leave. They were huge, and the kids were huge, with fat fingers. I do not mean heavy, or out of shape, they were massive!
I still remember. I am used to going to buffets especially in Casinos at the all you can eat and having the head dude offer me a roll of dollar tokens if I would stop eating the prime rib. I was going to anyway but I sure was not going to tell him that. Casino prime rib with indian horseradish is a treat from heaven. I took the roll of dollar tokens and my third ex wife and I went slotting. I was too full to dance anymore so we hit the slots. On our last pull, she put three dollar tokens into the slot machine and we won 5000$. Went on a trip. That was some prime rib with clout.
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Post by cookie3rocks on Dec 9, 2004 21:55:00 GMT -5
Hi Doc, I think I found your profound thought. And I understand why it left you. Reality is tough sometimes. You are a light worker. You need to take a spiritual journey. You don't feel you belong anywhere, and it's because you are needed every where. To bring positive energy and light to the fat fingered salad bar addicts. The toothless unbelieving "believers". To shine the light of the Universe to all. This is the truth. Positive energy will rule the day, the life, the planet. We carry the tourch. Tolerence, and moving beyond the dark, negative veil. I mean, why the hell else would I be in Redneck central? You as well. Do the work  cookie |
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Post by docone31 on Dec 9, 2004 22:20:45 GMT -5
Cookie, you are an inspiration. You are right, when the bubbas hogged out at the Coral I was frozen. I did not have the right. If life was as they chose, who am I? They neither offended, nor hurt me. I chose to not participate, either for or against.
I am that way with other people. I was taught by the masters I had studied under, the willow bends, the oak snaps in the wind.
Walk away rather than confront, block rather than strike, strike rather than be maimed. Maim rather than cripple, cripple rather than kill, kill rather than be killed.
Violence is the weapon of the ignorant. Education is the tool of peace. Every situation with compromise, if each party feels they gave in a little, peace makes growth.
But that was not my thought! It was profound, it was an epiphony! It was a revelation of tremendous value! It was kinda on the line of the truths we would come to back when we put pot into our aircleaners in our VWs to make them more spiritual. It was like holding my breath and squeezing my arms around my chest and disappearing into the void to reappear more, better, faster, more wise, more svelt, more, more, more!
I wanted to be a God. I wanted to rule all, I wanted my truth to be the truth! I wanted to be right and have it be so. In the beginning was me,
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Post by cookie3rocks on Dec 9, 2004 23:07:07 GMT -5
Doc, it goes beyond being non confrontatonal. Put the positive energy into the situation, silently, with your heart. There is no fight with the fat fingered salad mongers. There is only a belief that the positive energy you can sincerely cast in their direction will plant a seed.
Sorry if I'm being kinda flakey, but I'm on a journey myself, and I believe you , however reluctantly, you are as well.
Love,
cookie
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Post by hermatite on Dec 10, 2004 9:06:06 GMT -5
Once, a long time ago, when I was still young and open to the ebb and flow of the universe, I thought I had a great thought. My heart pounded, my body swelled with the magnitude of it. "Surely", I thought, "this is the thought that will bring us all enlightenment and understanding of the great cosmic Id." But, sadly, it turned out that what I had imagined was a great thought, was, in fact, merely the effect of a rather large bean burrito. But I live in hope...
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Post by krazydiamond on Dec 10, 2004 12:44:48 GMT -5
too bad, you could have sold that burrito on eBay for at least a few thousand dollars.....
KD
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WilliamC
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Post by WilliamC on Dec 10, 2004 15:13:46 GMT -5
Greetings All, I had a profound thought, made myself a legend in my own mind, and I lost it! It is gone, I feel the vaccum, my ears are ringing. Has anybody found my thought? I could really use it. Everything was so profound just a moment ago Where were you when I tried to tell you and how was I to know? That you had already been there before and were only waiting to show All that you had found to be profound and wanted to tell me so All my confusion cleared away and suddenly I saw The pieces of the puzzle neatly into place all fall I stopped and looked and focused, some pieces were quite small Before I could learn the pattern it fell apart beyond recall The greatest mysteries of life were revealed to me at last So determined was I to solve them, not to let them pass I tried to put them down in words but I couldn't write so fast They faded from my mind I cried as they slipped from my grasp My purpose and my destiny were finally both revealed So simple was the answer how could it have been concealed? Now I know the difference between what is and isn't real The only reason I am here is to learn and love and feel WilliamC Yes, it's mine, written during a weekend rock festival in Up-State New York sometime during the Summer of 1996, the Wamboozy if I remember correctly. And there's no guarantee I do |
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Post by WilliamC on Dec 10, 2004 15:22:12 GMT -5
Greetings All, I hate when that happens, though most of the time, mine are trains and I get derailed somewhere along the line. If you find my train, your thought might be there too. Dang wouldn't 'cha know it but I've done gone and written a poem about trains too ;D This one even got published in one of those International Library of Poetry Anthologies or some such. Spirit Train The wreckage of my train of thought that derailed along the way Has scattered bits of broken memories from all my yesterdays Strewn along the embankments of my shattered life they lay I see new tracks stretching onward but to where I cannot say But I must be the engine that pulls my past back into line And force of will is all I've got to make up for my lost time So once more I start out slowly, looking forward for a sign With nothing more to move me than the power of my mind For years now I have labored and many times I know I've crashed Just when I get up to speed it seems I'm going much to fast Too late then I apply the brakes to avoid the mistakes of my past And every time I fall apart I wonder if this will be the last What else is there but to try again and to set my course anew? So many things I've left undone, so much I've yet to do I can't give up, I can't give in, though it would be so easy to But something deep inside of me knows this isn't true Someday, somewhere down the line these rails will reach an end No more on my body will my spirit then depend My locomotive may exhaust its fuel, never to start again But this journey that I call my life in a new form will begin WilliamC Written after my first trip to Thailand, back in the Spring of 1999. |
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Post by MichiganRocks on Dec 10, 2004 16:00:58 GMT -5
I once thought that the answers to life were contained in the song, "Free Bird". I was ready to fly. Then God smashed Ronnie Van Zandt's body to the ground and the bird was dead. Charles Manson made people afraid of long haired hippies like myself. The summer of Love had officially ended forever.
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But that was back when I thought that drugs were the answer. Now I just drink beer and the sun shines all the time.
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Post by krazydiamond on Dec 10, 2004 16:30:01 GMT -5
yo, WilliamC, you got talent there, word dude!
KD
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WilliamC
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Post by WilliamC on Dec 10, 2004 16:48:06 GMT -5
Greetings All, yo, WilliamC, you got talent there, word dude! KD Sometimes I even impress myself  WilliamC |
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Post by cookie3rocks on Dec 10, 2004 19:17:37 GMT -5
Yeah, William, you get it. You really get it. Hats off to you, beautifully done. There's just this one thing I'm wondering.... Was Dr. Suess your inspration? ;D cookie |
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Post by Cher on Dec 10, 2004 23:11:28 GMT -5
Hey William ... that was really good, I'm impressed.
Cher
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Post by Gromit on Dec 11, 2004 0:21:42 GMT -5
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Post by llanago on Dec 11, 2004 9:04:51 GMT -5
William, you are quite the poet! Excellent.
llana
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Post by WilliamC on Dec 14, 2004 20:49:09 GMT -5
Greetings All, There's just this one thing I'm wondering.... Was Dr. Suess your inspration? ;D cookie Actually her name was Lorraine, then later there was Bua. They were my two biggest inspirations, I guess you could even say my muses. A long time a'gone now WilliamC |
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I hate when that happens, though most of the time, mine are trains and I get derailed somewhere along the line. 
