Welcome to Pisgah. I am the man who has a dog that you might be interested in buying. I won't steer you wrong. I'll make you a good clean deal. It is true, I have a habit of digressing, so be warned. Ask me a question and I'll answer it, but please don't walk away till I'm finished answering. I find it very rude.
I don’t know. Have no self confidence. Wish I knew. Baby, I don’t care.
We walk these streets together in my mind while all around all I see is waste.
Delivered Via Akasha
Any one severely depressed, just hang on, hang on. I know there’s a lot justifiably so, to be pissed about. But, if what’s been promised comes true, the Big Reveal (I don’t want to use the word apocalypse, because folks’ll start quoting books at me.), will arrive a year from now, at or near the break of Winter, 2012. Sure, the Mayan Calendar goes to ‘zero’ (it has before), and the Mayan’s have no “End Of The World” prophecy, like some people believe, at least it’s not happening next year. The revelation, reveal, apocalypse, should be great, if not, fantastic. Be lucky to be here to witness it, eh?
The one scene in the Catholic, Mel Gibson’s film for his DAD, that stands out in my mind, is the one where there’s that one Guy, who braves the odds, and running past the killing field, makes it out. And it’s fantastic! There’s literally this Field, where there’re all these bodies pierced with spears, and blood and viscera, laying to waste, and a Slave Person is just for sport at this point told to make a run for it, as I recall, and if he makes it, he’s free. But it’s rigged, and there’s no way anyone (up to that point), could make it. But he, this one Guy, in the film does. It’s fantastic! That one thing. Little Guy Beating the ODDS. Winning! One True. Exception. Everything. Wonderful.
From the Montana 9930 handheld
Ah! What a WASTE!!! If you’re watching TV on Thanksgiving in America after Football and Parades, it’s all about Companies wanting you to go Shopping! Dis-Gusting!
Think I’ll go buy me a British Army coat and some comic books.
What else is there to do, right? Huh, look for a new job, sleep in, die in yer sleep. Yah, right. I wish.
Delivered Via Akasha
Hey, Geppeto, swimmin’ in the ghetto. Occupier’s etc. Think-Vietnamese/Tibetan Monks and Nuns. Risking the 500 lifetime delay. ‘Self-Immolation’ for attention. There’s a ‘bright’ idea, eh?
From the Montana 9930 handheld
OK. I get it. Our machine’s making so much, that our demand is not keeping up. So, in order for there to be cubes, and not a mound of 1 ice cube, which will in effect render any and all requests for ice cubes in myriad of drinks that may be served, we have, from time to time, scoop up and dump out our ice. (What a waste of water.) But, yet, still, why dump them in the urinals? What does that do? Keep stink to a minimum? Why can’t they toss it out back, on the riverbank or something?
{From The Handheld}
America: Remaking the world in her image, one Country at a time, quite ‘physically’ of late, too, I might add. British Petroleum Companies lie to all, saying we’re now all pc and environmentally sound. It’s bullshit, and everyone knows this. Yet, NOTHING is done about it. Why? Yeah, sure. What CAN be done? Go back to your net devices. Glaze over. Shut the expletive up. Remaking the world, she is, even as she crumbles to the dust, from the inside.
{From The Handheld}
Wall Street Stuff: 2 Cents: It’s now busting up violent, and I’m sure it’s not all inside instigated. No, I think some ‘NIXON’ types have ‘infiltrated’, to stir things up a bit, in order to mess it up. Ultimately, however, it will fail. More people will support the cause. It will live on, and, if it continues, will become another norm, just like Henry Miller said, was the reason he didn’t join these ‘revolutions’.
Delivered Via Akasha
“I was trying to say that, really, a man and a woman, can’t understand each other because we are a man and a woman. And if we could actually swap each other’s roles, if we could actually be in each other’s place for a while, I think we’d both be very surprised! [Laughs] And I think it would lead to a greater understanding. And really the only way I could think it could be done was either… you know, I thought a deal with the devil, you know. And I thought, ‘well, no, why not a deal with God!’ You know, because in a way it’s so much more powerful the whole idea of asking God to make a deal with you. You see, for me it is still called “Deal With God”, that was its title. But we were told that if we kept this title that it would not be played in any of the religious countries, Italy wouldn’t play it, France wouldn’t play it, and Australia wouldn’t play it! Ireland wouldn’t play it, and that generally we might get it blacked purely because it had God in the title.” Kate Bush. Running Up That Hill. From Hounds Of Love.
{From The Handheld}
The chief gig will be closed for a spell. My comrades are in pain right now and we’re at a loss for what goals to accomplish their happiness. Know that we love thee very much!
Delivered Via Akasha
The Lottery on steroids with a couple of manga titles thrown in. The next big thing on tween romance phenomena talk about town for people who don’t have anything else going. Might do well. Supposed to. But so what? Who cares? People real people are starving dying and nothing can be done. I guess, it’s right, really. Hang the sense. Read, enjoy. It’ll be ‘over’ before we know it. Meanwhile, suffer. {From The Handheld}
