Say something Random!

Website · by **jinjin** on Tue Jan 13, 2009 5:06 am

Do you like pie?

by **sleepy** on Tue Jan 13, 2009 10:44 pm

return to sender............address unknown

by **cosmicB** on Wed Jan 14, 2009 3:08 am

Oh No!.. You can't fool me.. You on mars...

Website · by **jinjin** on Wed Jan 14, 2009 7:20 am

Ever eaten a Mars bar?

by **cosmicB** on Wed Jan 14, 2009 6:20 pm

I've eaten 2783 Mars Bars...

Have you ever been on Mars..?
You can... It's in us to travel without leaving the earth... And I've proven that we can touch things while mind-traveling, like when I pretended to go to Mars when the rover had stalled, and knelt beside it, and found it had had a little fire in its battery pack, so I stood beside it, and gave it one hell of a hard kick to its underside, nearly flipping over... Rover started working again... I bet when men do get to Mars, they'll find a huge dent in that rover's underside... I tried to make footprints around their mars robot.. but if I did Nasa would not confirm it, because it would mean that they aren't needed for space travel... That they are just wasting billions of dollars and resources, in a goofy project that is essentially only destroying the planet's ozone sun-shield, by putting burning diesel into it... I wonder what happens to a bottle of ozone, in a lab, when burning fuels are added to it..? What will Virgin's space craft do to the ozone when they pumps a lot of burning rubber into the ozone... I bet that sun will cause burns ten times faster.. and maybe extinct some of our food crops... "But it's OK, cuz it's all for making lots of money"...

In my return trip back to earth, I came upon a few satellite's, and examined them.. and messed with a few.. then I came upon the international space-station, and just fer the h of it, I gave it a little kick too... That Saturday, at that minute, they recorded a hard "bump" to the space station.. it was in the News... Seems I'm more powerful than I thought... I wonders if they want more "News"..? I wonders what my cosmic-kicks could do today, to, um, say an army of war..? Could I crush an army..? Could I detonate all a nation's nukes in their own backyard..? probably... Could I detonate a nations nukes after this body has died..? That's a big for-sure!... Are we having fun yet..? I've just begun...

JinJin, I see you as an angel... I wish I had the op to hold you close whenever you needs to be held close.. like in Calgary, when I lived there, angel warrior ladies would knock at my apartment doors at any hour, day or night, for their much needed honest hugs and tendernesses, after being brutalized by coarse males in life's great hell...

by **sleepy** on Wed Jan 14, 2009 10:31 pm

men are from mar's .........woman are from ....give up

by **cosmicB** on Wed Jan 14, 2009 11:41 pm

Woman IS "heaven"...

Female is but one of her reflections....

by **cosmicB** on Thu Jan 15, 2009 12:32 am

I said what I wanted to say... I wonder if I have the strength to sign-off the Internet..? to stop wasting my time on you... I'll be dead and rotted, to dry bones, by the time you critters begin to catch-onto "wash your hands"...
I can't live another thousand years just to stick around to watch you critters learn cleanliness, from you bottoms, up...
I gotta quit feeding the zoo... it gets me nowhere, and nothing... I'm not gonna get a lab... I'll accept that... "ouch!"... Not a prob.. I've got my ticket...

I see you are going extinct... I see you've accepted that...

How do you stop from going extinct..?
Let go of the extinction process...

Website · by **jinjin** on Thu Jan 15, 2009 6:05 am

To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub:
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause—there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th'unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action.

Hamlet Act 3, scene 1, 55–87

by **franfran** on Thu Jan 15, 2009 7:45 am

BLOOM: (GENTLY) Give me back that potato, will you?

ZOE: Forfeits, a fine thing and a superfine thing.

BLOOM: (WITH FEELING) It is nothing, but still, a relic of poor mamma.

Zoe:
Give a thing and take it back
God’ll ask you where is that
You’ll say you don’t know
God’ll send you down below.

BLOOM: There is a memory attached to it. I should like to have it.

STEPHEN: To have or not to have that is the question.

ZOE: Here. (SHE HAULS UP A REEF OF HER SLIP, REVEALING HER BARE THIGH, AND UNROLLS THE POTATO FROM THE TOP OF HER stockings) Those that hides knows where to find.

BELLA: (FROWNS) Here. This isn’t a musical peepshow. And don’t you smash that piano. Who’s paying here?
(SHE GOES TO THE PIANOLA. STEPHEN FUMBLES IN HIS POCKET AND, TAKING OUT A BANKNOTE BY ITS CORNER, HANDS IT TO HER.)