JUST SAY SOMETHING. Whatever comes to mind!!

stacked and proud wrote:

he did good thanks FC ...... he has got more to do tho......

very cool, S&P ... I'm sure he'll continue to excel ... good day ... xoxo

I got my name wrong on the sats...

Flower-Child wrote:

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very cool, S&P ... I'm sure he'll continue to excel ... good day ... xoxo

evening sweetie.... xo

GMGMIKE wrote:

I got my name wrong on the sats...

lol..........

stacked and proud wrote:

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evening sweetie.... xo

aloha sweets ... xo

The beauty of the pure white snow,

The bitter winds of winter,

The nakedness of the bare trees,

The loneliness of nature,

as the heavy snow keeps everyone inside,

We share love and tenderness,

Keeping warm in each others arms,

Lying naked close to the fire,

Holding, kissing, eagerly touching,

A desire so strong no words can explain,

A desire that lasts all night long.

DeVine.(circa)

"Come to Butthead."

OMG!!! This is a true story..Please be careful once you unwrap your ice Popsicle..let it sorta melt a bit..DON NOT..I REPEAT..DO NOT..TAKE A LICK FIRST..CUZ, I DID..AND my lips STUCK TO IT AND NOW..I have tiny pieces of flesh MISSING from the inside of my top lip..AND IT HURTS SOOOOOO..

Be silent: guard your tongue, and keep
All inmost thoughts and feelings deep
Within your heart concealed. There let
Them in their courses rise and set,
Like stars in jewelled night, unheard:
Admire them, and say not a word.

How can the soul its flame impart?
How can another know your heart,
The truths by which you live and die?
A thought, once uttered, is a lie,
The limpid spring defiled, once stirred:
Drink of it, and say not a word.

Make but the inward life your goal -
Seek out that world within your soul;
Mysterious, magic thoughts are there
Which if the outer din and glare
Intrude, will fade and be not heard:
Drink in their song — and not a word!

My life is then a wasted ereme,

My song but idle wind

Because you merely find

In all this woven wealth of rhyme

Harsh figures with harsh music wound,

The uncouth voice of gorgeous birds,

A ruby carcanet of sound,

A cloud of lovely words?


I am, you say, no magic-rod,

No cry oracular,

No swart and ominous star,

No Sinai-thunder voicing God,

I have no burden to my song,

No smouldering word instinct with fire,

No spell to chase triumphant wrong,

No spirit-sweet desire.


Mine is not Byron's lightning spear,

Nor Wordsworth's lucid strain

Nor Shelley's lyric pain,

Nor Keats', the poet without peer.

I by the Indian waters vast

Did glimpse the magic of the past,

And on the oaten-pipe I play

Warped echoes of an earlier day.



My friend, when first my spirit woke,

I trod the scented maze

Of Fancy's myriad ways,

I studied Nature like a book

Men rack for meanings; yet I find

No rubric in the scarlet rose,

No moral in the murmuring wind,

No message in the snows.


For me the daisy shines a star,

The crocus flames a spire,

A horn of golden fire,

Narcissus glows a silver bar:

Cowslips, the golden breath of God,

I deem the poet's heritage,

And lilies silvering the sod

Breathe fragrance from his page.


No herald of the Sun am I,

But in a moon-lit veil

A russet nightingale

Who pours sweet song, he knows not why,

Who pours like a wine a gurgling note

Paining with sound his swarthy throat,

Who pours sweet song, he recks not why,

Nor hushes ever lest he die.

Good Morning to Everyone!

Long weekend starts for me today. I love Victoria Day weekend here...parks officially opening...summer's coming! But been warm already anyways.

Trip to the liquor store? Well, not at 7:29 am but later...lol

KIMberly504 wrote:

Good Morning to Everyone!

Good morning

"I received a phone call yesterday morning from a wonderful young gal, a 36-year-old mom out of LA County. She's one of our UPS customers that we deliver overnight raw milk to her house. When the CDFA was in here the other day on our recall, they demanded to have all our delivery addresses for overnight UPS delivery. We screwed up and [inadvertently] gave it to them, they got it from one of our secretaries here. The LA County health department started calling her, six or seven times, demanding that she give up her raw milk from her own home to the health department.

She refused, then they showed up at her house and demanded that she give her raw milk to them. She was getting ready to call 911 for the Sheriff's department and have them removed from her front doorstep, and she was threatening to use her camera to take a picture of them and post it on Facebook for harassing her over her raw milk... The investigators left after she told them she was not going to give them the raw milk and to get the Hell off her property.

This is what's going on, it's like food Nazis, it's incredible what these people are doing, trying to collect food from people's houses, that have not made them ill!

Learn more: http://www.naturalnews.com/035895_food_police...

YIKES! FOOD Tyrants in LA County

Ambiguity wrote:

"I received a phone call yesterday morning from a wonderful young gal, a 36-year-old mom out of LA County. She's one of our UPS customers that we deliver overnight raw milk to her house. When the CDFA was in here the other day on our recall, they demanded to have all our delivery addresses for overnight UPS delivery. We screwed up and [inadvertently] gave it to them, they got it from one of our secretaries here. The LA County health department started calling her, six or seven times, demanding that she give up her raw milk from her own home to the health department.
She refused, then they showed up at her house and demanded that she give her raw milk to them. She was getting ready to call 911 for the Sheriff's department and have them removed from her front doorstep, and she was threatening to use her camera to take a picture of them and post it on Facebook for harassing her over her raw milk... The investigators left after she told them she was not going to give them the raw milk and to get the Hell off her property.
This is what's going on, it's like food Nazis, it's incredible what these people are doing, trying to collect food from people's houses, that have not made them ill!
Learn more: http://www.naturalnews.com/035895_food_police...
YIKES! FOOD Tyrants in LA County

There was the quote
I had to scribble down,
quickly, the pen faltering like
a toddler’s dragging-mad footsteps.

And the wisdom,
shared in a tumble of tweets,
a paper chain across the universe.

And the poem that exploded the room,
or made the air leak out in a sigh.

There was the certain conviction
that words matter.

And there were hands to receive,
and offers of help.
There were people
who saw the door open a crack,
who pushed it wide
to allow others through.

And there was the tree dusted with purple
and a yellow hydrant kneeling underneath.
I could not bear to take its picture.

The Love Machine....

It is always good to hear from a friend.Just one of life's little pleasure.

Bagel

Look...More Poetry...Great for getting ready to bed...

I walked until my feet went numb

and my mind kept racing from the pain

from the truth

from the thoughts…thoughts of us

My heart sank

to my feet

and I fell…and bruised my knees

I could not crawl

numbness over took me

I lay prostrate

hoping someone would see me

my heart…bleeding

my mind…sinking;

into the depth of the sea…

“…toss me back to shore… where I can breathe…”

hoping that someone would reach out

and save me

feel sorry for me

pity me

But no one did.

I lay there;

disillusioned about my entire life

existence

struggle

I thought

this pain would

devour me…then I forgot what I was aching from…

I forgot…I couldn’t remember

I cried out my fear and pain

and poured it into the sea....

Robin Tierra

I'll figure out what you said
when all the flirting has been had
and the heads have turned and rolled
down the gutter of waking up old

Coffee is silent, no time to scream
neither on edge nor in-between
pages bookmarked incorrectly
last week's trash longs to be free

What the sun is trying to say
is i wish you'd go away
put me back on the beach with a tan
and give me a girl that needs a man.

Glen Carter