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[sleepy]

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

[cosmicB]

Woman IS "heaven"...

Female is but one of her reflections....

[cosmicB]

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...

[jinjin]

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

[franfran]

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.)

[sleepy]

once said .......blow it out your ass ...

[jinjin]

"...and that's how you do the Hokey Pokey"

[sleepy]

what ..................NO ........cosmic .......

[jinjin]

So happy together (ba-ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba)

[pinkroxy]

OMG

you guys write some most randomist S***

[sleepy]

OMG

you guys write some most randomist S***

....good S*** ....£20 ..bag .....

[cosmicB]

Chalice is outlined void between two people kissing...

Chalice is what isn't the embrace, the caress, and the love, the heats...

Chalice is because there is evil...

Chalice desperate cold... Shrinks in heat.. Dies in love...

For Chalice to remain where there is not evil.. Chalice becomes the evil
it must hide from, in tattered lace, in darkened place, in secret face...
with its brother the-snake...


Life in people kissing creates Chalice empty of lovemotion...

non-emotional void seeks to feed at love's shores..

expecting drinking-love is sharing-love...

Drinking beyond full.. beyond where quenchless thirst

requests flavors of warm blood in desert.. wish be suckling hot blood from "god's tit"......


Teach them to suck their own...

Push them into "monosexuality"...

Heal the Slouched...


Chalice is the outlined void between two people kissing...

Nothing is between one people kissing...

[cosmicB]

Things start to go good for people moments after they begin to think new thoughts....


What would make this human race grow good... If every city and town there-are Love and Tenderness drop-in centers, in love and tenderness communities, where you gets treated like royalty...
...Someone to take your dirty clothing, and drop it in a laundry.. to make for you a ten component coffee.. to scrub you gently in bath, with honorable gentle hands... playing for you soft settling music.. with candle, frankincense.. flickering fire... ssoft caress to your fingers... soft caress to you throat.. chin.. ears.. face... playing your flesh like it's warm life-putty....
A warm soft sleep, embraced by gentlest male... safe.. secure.. warm.. relaxing comforting night, full of feeling loved... Probably because it's that you are being loved....

It's illegal in this christian/democracy.. because it interfears with the group of 700 self proclaimed humanity authorities' feeding-frenzie...

The more fun we have/the less treasure they get....

God's Parasite forgets, that it's host's health decrees its own health....

[sleepy]

boogie boogie .............lets go buck .....

sky rockets ...to the rescue

[jinjin]

Jugemu-jugemu gokô-no-surikire