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Posted: September 21st, 2005, 9:53 pm
by stilltrucking
If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would
appear to man as it is, infinite. —William Blake
http://www.druglibrary.org/schaffer/lsd/doors.htm
Posted: September 21st, 2005, 11:59 pm
by mnaz
Thanks, Truck
Fine Huxley essay....
"Our goal is to discover that we have always been where we
ought to be"
"There are gratuitous graces in the form of partial and fleeting realizations".
Posted: September 22nd, 2005, 2:07 pm
by mousey1
Our goal is to discover that we have always been where we ought to be
I think there's an n missing!
God shoots!
He scores!
Now please take me out of the game.
Aw, what the hell....
Let's play another round!
Posted: September 22nd, 2005, 9:09 pm
by stilltrucking
hey mouse you stealing my game
i got enough self pity for everyone here
I remember once I was over run with mice. I get pretty lonely and I did not mind the company but when I kept finding mouse turds in my silverware drawer I realized what a heath hazard I faced. I was going to buy some of those new fangled mouse traps that don't kill the mice just stick them to the trap then you throw them into the garbage and let them starve to death. I bought the old fashioned kind and they beat a path to my quick death. So I am thinking mousey don't use metaphors so when she says take me out of the game she don't mean life. So you got a brick to the head, got your heart broke. Dam what I would not give for one more broken heart. Hemingway said he writes best when he is in love. Broken hearts always work for me. I know you are just playing cat and mouse with me.
I told you not to fuck around with reptiles, but you always go for the aligators. Try a mamal next time. Lemurs are adorable too.
Posted: September 23rd, 2005, 1:08 pm
by mousey1
My heart's not broke
It's sound
And full to overflow
All levees
in place
Posted: September 23rd, 2005, 2:18 pm
by hester_prynne
Up from quicksand,
mud dribbles from
my closed mouth,
bubbles in thick
fudgy, boiling puffs
outta my nose,
in gooey flabby slabs,
lava hot have not,
resurfaces,
make me a party
on your floor....
make it long
and lean,
but let me remain
unseen,
make me a
party on your floor......
Posted: September 23rd, 2005, 10:30 pm
by stilltrucking
careless farts
A party on the floor
Hemingway still in love
(We) “could have had a damned good time together”
“Isn't it pretty to think so?"
"He writes about sexual politics -- the struggle of men and women to dominate each other"
--
http://www.kcstar.com/hemingway/ehpro.htm