20YearsandCounting Posted August 27, 2019 Share Posted August 27, 2019 Anything goes in this thread... within ToS, anyway! On 8/10/2019 at 11:08 AM, sober4life said: I've seen a bear once in my life and he was using toilet paper. He was wearing a smokey the bear hat too. Nobody ever believes that story. 4 hours ago, evalynn said: The Peace of Wild Things, by Wendell Berry When despair for the world grows in me and I wake in the night at the least sound in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be, I go and lie down where the wood drake rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds. I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief. I come into the presence of still water. And I feel above me the day-blind stars waiting with their light. For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free. 43 minutes ago, watalife said: Coffee does nothing Why would someone keep calling you and asking you the same question over and ever. Im going to have to tell her the deep dark truth. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarkintheDark Posted August 27, 2019 Share Posted August 27, 2019 Go to Google. Type in Wizard of Oz. Touch the slippers. Touch the tornado. You're welcome. 8 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Resistor Posted August 27, 2019 Share Posted August 27, 2019 (edited) That was trippy @MarkintheDark, nice. I came to this forum to relax. That was even better! I have always been a P.K. d**k fan... "I'm not a peace officer," Rick said. "I'm a bounty hunter." From his opened briefcase he fished out the Voight-Kampff apparatus, seated himself at a nearby rosewood coffee table, and began to assemble the rather simple polygraphic instruments... "This" - he held up the flat adhesive disk with its trailing wires - "measures capillary dilation in the facial area. We know this to be a primary autonomic response... This records fluctuations of tension within the eye muscles. From Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, by Philip K. d**k. Published by Doubleday in 1968 Edited August 30, 2019 by 20YearsandCounting remove link Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epictetus Posted August 28, 2019 Share Posted August 28, 2019 Someone should create an ice cream that tastes like Worcestershire Sauce. lol 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evalynn Posted August 28, 2019 Share Posted August 28, 2019 "The Uses of Sorrow," by Mary Oliver (In my sleep I dreamed this poem) Someone I love once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epictetus Posted August 28, 2019 Share Posted August 28, 2019 KINDNESS by Naomi Shihab Nye Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, you travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road. You must see how this could be you, how he too was someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive. Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must also know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth. Then it is only kindness that makes sense any more, only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you into the day to mail letters and purchase bread, only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say It is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evalynn Posted August 28, 2019 Share Posted August 28, 2019 @Epictetus One of my favorite poems is by Naomi Shihab Nye! Here it is: Making a Fist BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE We forget that we are all dead men conversing with dead men. —Jorge Luis Borges For the first time, on the road north of Tampico, I felt the life sliding out of me, a drum in the desert, harder and harder to hear. I was seven, I lay in the car watching palm trees swirl a sickening pattern past the glass. My stomach was a melon split wide inside my skin. “How do you know if you are going to die?” I begged my mother. We had been traveling for days. With strange confidence she answered, “When you can no longer make a fist.” Years later I smile to think of that journey, the borders we must cross separately, stamped with our unanswerable woes. I who did not die, who am still living, still lying in the backseat behind all my questions, clenching and opening one small hand. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MarkintheDark Posted August 30, 2019 Share Posted August 30, 2019 TY @Resistor. Read that in high school and loved it. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bulgakov Posted August 30, 2019 Share Posted August 30, 2019 (edited) I was in a car dealership/repair shop maybe thirty years ago. At a point, I had to take an elevator to the second floor. With me on the ride was a salesman/manager, a thirty-something mom and her two kids, maybe 8-10 years of age. The woman, who was attractive, looked overheated, her face disheveled. The elevator took a moment to start. The lady fidgeted, shook her head from side to side, as if readying to spit. Her face was damp red now, and heat rose from the top of her head. The kids, usually at least poking each other at that age were stuck in place, eyes down. Just as the elevator started up, the stylishly dressed mom turned to the sales person, saying with volume up, "I just can't believe how in the ###k you could let my car get stolen while it was here for repair." You should have seen those kids faces. Bulgakov Fly-on-the-wall Edited August 30, 2019 by Bulgakov 8 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evalynn Posted September 5, 2019 Share Posted September 5, 2019 The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world. -Langston Hughes 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
watalife Posted September 6, 2019 Share Posted September 6, 2019 (edited) Nobody puts Baby in a corner! Cat🐱Power🐾🐾 Edited September 6, 2019 by watalife 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sober4life Posted September 7, 2019 Share Posted September 7, 2019 The birds are all out practicing flying together getting ready to fly south. Maybe that's my cue to buy a bird suit and move south too. I doubt I would be the only one living in Florida dressed as a bird. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evalynn Posted September 14, 2019 Share Posted September 14, 2019 Sometimes I wish I could jump in a time machine and slap my 12- and 13-year-old self for purposely slouching, because now I sit up straight for maybe 5 minutes at a time before I forget or my back gets tired. But everytime I see a picture of myself hunched over, it's so cringey. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sober4life Posted September 14, 2019 Share Posted September 14, 2019 I don't think I've ever sat up straight. I've had scoliosis since I was 13 so standing straight or sitting up straight is miserable. 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evalynn Posted September 14, 2019 Share Posted September 14, 2019 20 minutes ago, sober4life said: I don't think I've ever sat up straight. I've had scoliosis since I was 13 so standing straight or sitting up straight is miserable. They thought I had scoliosis at one point. My back curves in more on one side, and my doctor was concerned until she had me sit and it disappeared. Which means I just have one leg slightly longer than the other. 🤣 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evalynn Posted September 14, 2019 Share Posted September 14, 2019 Actually, after doing a quick search, they think that sitting up stick straight is bad for you too. So I don't even know. Guess it's one less thing to worry about. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
JessiesMom Posted September 14, 2019 Share Posted September 14, 2019 My daughter turns 11 in a few weeks. She has informed me that she thinks that 11 is too old for trick or treating. When I pointed out to her that her friends who are 14 and 15 still trick or treat she replied - "That is because they are childish." She is growing up waaaaaay to fast. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
watalife Posted September 14, 2019 Share Posted September 14, 2019 Thanks mister for never helping my cats and being the cause of their death. Now I have less than nothing and you still have more than I ever will. Butcher shop. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sober4life Posted September 14, 2019 Share Posted September 14, 2019 I don't have any hope anymore. I'm just sitting here waiting until it's my turn to go. I wish this was like Cedar Point where I could buy a fast pass and get to the front of the line. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bulgakov Posted September 17, 2019 Share Posted September 17, 2019 On 8/28/2019 at 12:40 PM, Epictetus said: only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say It is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend. So kindness is a sort of faith, gleaned from scouring endless fields of desolation. Maybe so. I hope not. Bulgakov 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sober4life Posted September 19, 2019 Share Posted September 19, 2019 My new refrigerator is already going bad. I've had it for what a few months now? Of course it should already go bad. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Epictetus Posted September 19, 2019 Share Posted September 19, 2019 For some unknown reason I enjoy watching outtakes and bloopers from the old Seinfeld TV series. I literally laugh out loud when I watch them. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evalynn Posted September 19, 2019 Share Posted September 19, 2019 Bloopers are sometimes funnier than the show itself. I miss when sitcoms used to do blooper reel episodes. 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
evalynn Posted September 19, 2019 Share Posted September 19, 2019 Why does today feel like a Sunday? 3 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sober4life Posted September 19, 2019 Share Posted September 19, 2019 It's taking everything in me to stay in this world today. There's no logical reason. The rest of this will be a horror story where I will always be just out of reach from my dreams. My dreams are the dragon I will never catch. How does the rest of this go? I fight through madness and sadness until either my brain can't take anymore of this or I can't. My brain goes away for good or I do. There is no happy ending to this. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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