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Sabina_Tolchovsky said:
hey, I have to run...work is calling me and I leave for vacation tomorrow. I will see you all next week, until then... :kiss:
That wasn't work. That was D.A. howling about going blind.

Have great time. Shred a couloir for me!
 
flyguy69 said:
That wasn't work. That was D.A. howling about going blind.

Have great time. Shred a couloir for me!

"Awooooooooooooo!......I mean, "baaaah.."........"Baaah?" "

~R
 
Sabina_Tolchovsky said:
hey, I have to run...work is calling me and I leave for vacation tomorrow. I will see you all next week, until then... :kiss:

have a nice trip Sabina :kiss:
 
annaswirls said:
the call is coming from inside your house

I don't get this, either.

......

I am far more drunk than anticipated.

How trite, or something.

~R
 
hmmm I think they are doing a remake of the movie, where they traced the psycho's phone call to the girl's own house? I thought that was why you were afraid.... that fly had noticed your location...and was on the prowl

like the phonecall I got in the cheesesteak place I worked, describing to me what I was wearing... I thought those obscene callers were supposed to ask ME to describe what I was wearing. anyway it was a bit freaky. I miss obscene phone calls. Don't people make them anymore?

DeepAsleep said:
I don't get this, either.

......

I am far more drunk than anticipated.

How trite, or something.

~R
 
annaswirls said:
hmmm I think they are doing a remake of the movie, where they traced the psycho's phone call to the girl's own house? I thought that was why you were afraid.... that fly had noticed your location...and was on the prowl

like the phonecall I got in the cheesesteak place I worked, describing to me what I was wearing... I thought those obscene callers were supposed to ask ME to describe what I was wearing. anyway it was a bit freaky. I miss obscene phone calls. Don't people make them anymore?

::eyes her, picking up the phone::

.....is that a bowl of Jell-O you're wearing?

~R
 
DeepAsleep said:
I... don't know what that means.

I'm scared, Fly.
Your Location, you goofball. You typed it yourself.







<------------- right there.
 
flyguy69 said:
Your Location, you goofball. You typed it yourself.







<------------- right there.


Oh! ....... Yeah, I changed that from... what... "Quietly crazy in little rooms"... some time ago. I usually half-cop a line from one of my poems, for the location, every now and again.

It's a habit.

~R
 
DeepAsleep said:
::eyes her, picking up the phone::

.....is that a bowl of Jell-O you're wearing?

~R


::closing the blinds quickly::

um... what makes you say that? :eek:
 
annaswirls said:
::closing the blinds quickly::

um... what makes you say that? :eek:

ROFL, that's awesome.

I'm going to go to bed. Work early, tonight.

~R
 
DeepAsleep said:
ROFL, that's awesome.

I'm going to go to bed. Work early, tonight.

~R


good lord, when did I start having this affect on men?

does anyone know how to get jello stains off satin?
 
flyguy69 said:
Better than asking if you have a Santa fetish.


you know I do!

The December issues of Playboy were always my favorite growing up. Santa was always finding some reason to put the lady of the house on the naughty list, or nice, depending on the year. I think 1979 was a good year.
 
Holy hell, inventory's over. If I may toot my own horn, (I know there's a thread for that, but... I'll jerk off my ego wherever I want, thanks) I'd like to congratulate myself on a job well fucking done. A week laboring understaffed, overworked and SO not paid enough for the amount of effort I put into a shitty job got my department done and counted in less time than it took everyone else to block down their aisles for counting.

BECAUSE I HAD ALL MY COUNTS DONE IN ADVANCE!!!!!!... except for what was in the windows, which I didn't even have to count, but did count, anyway. Yay, extra mile.

They're so not gonna see my quitting on short notice coming. That makes Ross a happy panda.

Midnight rolled around, last night and I rolled out, cackling laughter trailing back over my shoulder as I scooted between the auto doors, counting team eyeballing me funny as I shouldered my way through uniformed auditors and my glowering manager (HAHA, I made him look bad in front of my store manager - FUCK YOU, PRODUCE BOY. MY WEENER COULD DO YOUR JOB AND STILL HAVE TIME TO FUCK YOUR MOTHER. FOR HOURS.)

Aaaaaaand I'm done bragging.

Met Jack's mom briefly, last night. She seems neat. Gonna hop in the shower and go to breakfast with she and Jack, here in a moment. This oughtta be good.

Did I mention Jack's 22 and in the process of getting a divorce? What a winner this guy is, too. His name is Judah. Is that a name from the bible, you ask? Yeah, it's first mentioned in Ecclesiassholes, 14:3.

Anyway - meeting her mom, so shortly after Jack got married and then... now divorced... It's slightly awkward.

Awkweird, if you will. Hell. Even if you won't. Fuck you and your unwillingness to cooperate.

Aaaaaand, I gotta shower before I tool over and get Jackson for breakfast.

~R
Christians Murdered Indians.
 
DeepAsleep said:
Holy hell, inventory's over. If I may toot my own horn, (I know there's a thread for that, but... I'll jerk off my ego wherever I want, thanks) I'd like to congratulate myself on a job well fucking done. A week laboring understaffed, overworked and SO not paid enough for the amount of effort I put into a shitty job got my department done and counted in less time than it took everyone else to block down their aisles for counting.

BECAUSE I HAD ALL MY COUNTS DONE IN ADVANCE!!!!!!... except for what was in

Aaaaaaand I'm done bragging.


Christians Murdered Indians.


oh, DA, keep bragging, and your quote again.

yep, Christians murdered Indians and then they married them and had babies with them, I am a direct result of THAT hipocrisy that happened wayy back in 1784, lol... :) you are way smarter than your years might indicate and brave too, i think thats awful sexy :D a man who isnt afraid to get punched in the jaw for stating a fact :rose:
 
the stress of the move is starting to weigh heavy on me. I am getting all kinds of mixed messages from parents and administrators down there

there are many dismal reports and I am afraid I am taking my son away from a place that has more appropriate services. I will just have to make it work.

put together a team of specialists, doctors, therapists, before we move, and the waiting list for the waiver is 7-10 years. He has to wait 7-10 years to get what he has now. what the fuck.

puppy is adorable, pooped in my husband's shoe and not mine, so she has her priorities straight, okay, she peed on my hat and scarf, so there is no evidence either way.

hey I thought anna was going on vacation and there she is trying to make some sense and just muddying things up instead.

why don't I learn that is what always happens.
 
5 - 9/02/06

Grey sky at breakfast, is that like red sky at night?
I think not. It looks like a storm thrashing
around way up there and the star
that glittered in the dew drops
this morning seems to have disappeared.
It's still glittering though, way up there
above the war. Still got the sun rays fingering
its surface. Whilst down here there's no breathing
wind whipped off the west coast
as the wind simply hasn't made it
here. The flax out the back is as still
as stalagmites, stretched up to touch,
what?
Jim's endless ocean?
The yellow orb that hangs heavy in the east?
Who cares? The sky promises relief
from humidity, rain promises
that will nourish the parched
garden and fill the tank
so I can laze away the morning
under the bubbles in the bath.





SJ time for a bloggy from you too :)
 
Maria2394 said:
oh, DA, keep bragging, and your quote again.

yep, Christians murdered Indians and then they married them and had babies with them, I am a direct result of THAT hipocrisy that happened wayy back in 1784, lol... :) you are way smarter than your years might indicate and brave too, i think thats awful sexy :D a man who isnt afraid to get punched in the jaw for stating a fact :rose:

It's the title of a song, by a band called Corporate Avenger... Hold on, I've got the lyrics here, somewhere...

From a, ah.. poetic standpoint, some of the rhyming is cliche', but the impact of hearing the song?

Corporate Avenger, Album "Freedom is a State of Mind"

'Christians Murdered Indians'

(spoken)
Even in the initial stages of contact between European Christians and
Native Indian people the stage was set for ethnocentrism, and the
attitude towards the Indians was that of Christian superiority. The
Indians were read a proclamation in Spanish which they had no hope of
understanding, they had no hope of understanding the death sentence they
were being read, and it went something like this:
"We ask and require you to acknowledge the church as the ruler and
superior of the whole world and the high priest called pope and in his
name the king of Spain as lords of this land. If you submit we shall
receive you in all love and charity and shall leave you, your wives and
children and your lands free without servitude, but if you do not submit
we shall powerfully enter into your country and shall make war against
you, we shall take you and your wives and your children and shall make
slaves of them and we shall take away your goods and shall do you all
the harm and damage we can."

(Sung)
2000 years ago we were all tribal.
Then came the missionaries with their fucking bible.
1492 began the termination
The holocaust of our Indian nations
Yeah, with Christian love and a moral authority
They killed our medicine men and stole our country
I never claimed this shit was poetry
It's just the fucking lies of Christianity
You will pray to the lord and get down on your knees
Here's a cross for your back and the coughing disease
Though you helped us survive we will laugh while you bleed
Then deny what we did, write our own history
We will kidnap your children and cut off their hair
Silence their language and outlaw their prayers
Beat them blind until they believe
In the blood of Jesus Christ our king
Christians murdered Indians
Columbus murdered children and now we have a holiday
Still you want to deny your history
Look to the sky for your god to justify
As you commit cultural genocide
Christians came and the natives they did hang
13 at a time for Jesus and his gang
We are the ones you had to dehumanize
So your murder and greed could be justified
The belly of the church is full
With the blood of all those heathen fools
Who would not receive the gift of Christ
So we burned them as a sacrifice
To our baby killing god above
To our mother church and all her love
We will steal their gods and subjugate
Those who don't believe we'll ahnilate

(spoken)
"The Spaniards made bets as to who could split a man in two or cut off
his head with one blow. They tore babies from their mother's breast by
their feet and dashed their heads against the rocks. They hanged Indians
by thirteen in honor and reverence for their redeemer and their twelve
apostles. They put wood underneath and with fire burned the Indians
alive."

(sung)
Christians murdered Indians
We believe in the earth, the sky and dreams
The universe and the creator who gave us these
The sacred gift of life and human beings
That makes you perpetrate the hate to ahnilate
So here I am the savage civilized
Voice of the dead and my ancestor's cries
And like the ghosts of this land you can't erase
I see blood on the hands of the master race.
500 years of manifest destiny
500 years of resistance to the enemy
You have faith in the rivers, the mountains, the trees
We've a murdering god to replace all of these
With the blood of forgiveness you too can be free
Or the wrath of Jehovah you're sure to receive
We will baptize you with the blood of the lamb
With the sword and the gospel we will conquer your land
You will join our church and be glad to be saved
Or we'll slaughter your children and your women we'll rape.
Christians murdered Indians
I see blood on the hands of the master race.

It's been on my mind since my grandmother told me that I'd inherit farmland that was taken from the Ogalalla Sioux over a hundred years ago - My family has a plaque on the wall of the house my father built on the land, a few years ago. It commemorates the fact that my family has been the sole owners of the land since it was yoinked from the Indians. I think about that fucking plaque all the time and I don't know how to feel about all of it. Yeah, it'd be nice to own land - but, I dunno... The guilt of being white and having a conscience?

On a slightly separate note, Corporate Avenger shows are some of the most intense I've been to - I don't know if they're still together as a band.... or even if they've managed to stay out of jail. They've done some pretty hardcore anti-everything music.

'The Bible is Bullshit' is a song... something less than polite.

But I loved their shows and their music, because they fucking meant it. That's sometimes hard to find.

College rock can eat my ass.

~Ross
 
I dont know what to say except that is powerful and you are very passionate.

Iw ill tell you about my family sometime when I can breathe

:rose:
 
There is a piece of property
down by the eastern gate
where morning light falls thick
upon the granite and the slate
of tombs all lined up in a line.
A family plot
where I want to be interred.
I've picked my favourite spot.
It looks out over the silv'ry bay
where sails and gulls fly high
in breezes scented with sweet hay
and clover and clear Alberta sky.
 
bye bye hubby

all alone except for grown kids sleeping
and the cats, the fucking cats
scratch at the door, reeee-yyyooowww
the love me for my blankets nothing more

Im running the dishwasher, waiting for snow flurries
Jim Gandy says theyre coming, wish they'd hurry
didnt you guys know? no school down south
with a half inch of snow ;) oh NO!!

that would mean, trapped here all day
with 2 grown kids and nowhere to go,
oh back to the cats and the microfiber binky
its hell I tell you, furry with claws and stinky
 
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