Wow, talk about a hijacked thread. Pet photos?
I guess when we all die in 87 days we will have forgotten why and how it happened.
Something else I've been thinking about....Loren steps outside the political forum, so others in the rx community know some his rigged games and other conspiracy ideas.
However, I think TR needs more exposure to the broader rx community. Although his ideas are sometimes too far out there for me to grasp, his posts more often than not are genuine and informative.
Thus, I think a sticky of this thread should be posted in the offshore forum for at least one week.
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I guess when we all die in 87 days we will have forgotten why and how it happened.
Something else I've been thinking about....Loren steps outside the political forum, so others in the rx community know some his rigged games and other conspiracy ideas.
However, I think TR needs more exposure to the broader rx community. Although his ideas are sometimes too far out there for me to grasp, his posts more often than not are genuine and informative.
Thus, I think a sticky of this thread should be posted in the offshore forum for at least one week.
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Again, in honor of DDaddy stopping in this week, here's his favorite Barman photo
Yep, I've had many laughs from that photo.
I never thought this forum was so filled with poodle and hamster owners.
At least a bit eye candy and hope for this thread via the poker chick
photo. 
<<May have been Ivan "Pudge" Rodriguez
He's been bitter ever since we moved him in back in 2001 and he learned that the 8lb female tabby was Top Cat.
And then when the Fucking Dog moved in last summer, he was further bumped down the Social Pecking Order
Not to mention he's almost 3x the weight of the poodle, coming in at about 20 lbs.
Or then again, if you check out his eyes here, along with those of his sister cat, it could be that he's possessed by SATAN
Thus bringing This Here Thread BACK ON TOPIC because when we last left thread starter TOTAL RECALL, he was gravely advising us that the coming End of the World this July is sponsored by Old Scratch himself.
Thus bringing This Here Thread BACK ON TOPIC because when we last left thread starter TOTAL RECALL, he was gravely advising us that the coming End of the World this July is sponsored by Old Scratch himself.
In those early years in sight and feeling
I would gaze upon my world with awe
Like some living organism suddenly washed ashore
Amid whitecaps and foam
Conscious of the sands and the sound of the sea
Far away abandoned alone on the solitary beach.
When the Sun began to rise I was seeing groping furiously
For the incoming tides that would wash me back into contented oblivion
I had a carefully baked existence then
I was the lion cub so sheltered and warm
Tearing at the Earth with my wants and instinct
Toying with the fruits of power and strength
Awaiting the chance to hunt with the elders
To joining in the slaughter of life their stomach's so directed
My reason -- my life
To live should be my reason
Enough to understand the complexities of the atom
Why I desired to oversteer
Or sneeze in the middle of someone's conviction
The logic of wrong which is right and right which is wrong
To this very day corrupting the souls of layman everywhere
I was to be satisfied with myself and nothing more
Like a condemned prisoner who has barely escaped
For a brief moment I am suspended
From the red fog of togetherness
My brain is furiously reminiscing in its cells
Crying save! save! save!
Full of misery
Like broken glass it's reflection is distorted by shattered tears
All to escape lifes barrier of restraint
Of course being unable to subdue my repulsion
I gave it my card while playing the death solicitor
I am in league with Satan's jurors
Wearing militant black shawls of righteousness
They spend dark nights dealing out the hands of justice
Betting on each other's destiny and I have lost
I am found hiding in the blackness of security
Hypocrisizing reality and deceiving truth
Pain is very real now
I am being sent to a place where no man dies living
Where all are living death
The journey is my life lived over again
My conscience stabs me in the heat of treacherous revenge
It has become a sadist
Punishing me for my difference
For my terrible fantasies
Ideals -- which like fools gold it hopelessly failed to realize as my killer
I walk through darkened woods with many paths to be taken
I see imaginary mountains of silver
That suddenly dissolve when touched
Only bits of white icing from the moon's reflection is constant
My cries are softening
My eyelids grow heavy.
Time is being inconsiderate
An ominous ticking of the clock
While you are desperately seeking sleep
Like a shattered hourglass that still had years to give
And in a thought or a word you again travel that road
Made by ancient men of wisdom
Who blindly groped in the midst of indecision
When lightning flashed to illuminate their way
But for you the thunderclap that sent you scurrying
Along some old cobblestone street
That must've been labeled wrong.
Yet who are you to change it
Yes, yes, it is working
I am feeling it now
My conscience is heavy with guilt
They have broken me nicely
So delicately
Thinking I will reach for my forms and again become as one
Though not as completely molecular in characterization
Something is supposed to be missing
Their cruel eyes glare down upon my tattered image image
As I arrive at the structure that holds or discards
With the force of magnetic poles
The subterranean quagmire of fate signals its furor
As I so heroically approach
A tired and weakened infidel
Still realizing that certain ideas will never follow through
Like a ship in a storm I must change my course
But I am still afloat in the end
I still retain my mind
My thoughts and memories in this the very end.
I have not lost.
I have only conceded
I will not be a victim
Only a threatened enemy.
We chose to retreat from the world around him
Where no pity lies
And while we bide our time and hold our breath
I am leaping to a ledge
That crumples under us carrying us both away
I cannot stay
I am too weak to fight the current
I must die the perfect death
A fitting one of those of my caliber
To be splattered against jagged rocks that fight the flow
Copyright against the Earth
This is my day of glory
It is something inside of us, unseen
A concentrated impulse to revise something that is not so uniform
To destroy ourselves in the moment of our ultimate fault
To be wiped off the board in haste
For want of something new
Yet replaced by something worse
Which jabbers on endlessly
Today my name is
In the end I saw it happen
I heard death's door open for the last and final time
Civilization once so close to its beginning.
Was now so close to its end.
And the door closed upon us
And the darkness prevailed so far into the morning
And the world that had ushered us through
The memorable silence of birth
To these days of dark violence
Was now and now forever as far away distant
From its true formula pattern as infinity could reach
And the love was no more
I had never really hope to change it
I would gaze upon my world with awe
Like some living organism suddenly washed ashore
Amid whitecaps and foam
Conscious of the sands and the sound of the sea
Far away abandoned alone on the solitary beach.
When the Sun began to rise I was seeing groping furiously
For the incoming tides that would wash me back into contented oblivion
I had a carefully baked existence then
I was the lion cub so sheltered and warm
Tearing at the Earth with my wants and instinct
Toying with the fruits of power and strength
Awaiting the chance to hunt with the elders
To joining in the slaughter of life their stomach's so directed
My reason -- my life
To live should be my reason
Enough to understand the complexities of the atom
Why I desired to oversteer
Or sneeze in the middle of someone's conviction
The logic of wrong which is right and right which is wrong
To this very day corrupting the souls of layman everywhere
I was to be satisfied with myself and nothing more
Like a condemned prisoner who has barely escaped
For a brief moment I am suspended
From the red fog of togetherness
My brain is furiously reminiscing in its cells
Crying save! save! save!
Full of misery
Like broken glass it's reflection is distorted by shattered tears
All to escape lifes barrier of restraint
Of course being unable to subdue my repulsion
I gave it my card while playing the death solicitor
I am in league with Satan's jurors
Wearing militant black shawls of righteousness
They spend dark nights dealing out the hands of justice
Betting on each other's destiny and I have lost
I am found hiding in the blackness of security
Hypocrisizing reality and deceiving truth
Pain is very real now
I am being sent to a place where no man dies living
Where all are living death
The journey is my life lived over again
My conscience stabs me in the heat of treacherous revenge
It has become a sadist
Punishing me for my difference
For my terrible fantasies
Ideals -- which like fools gold it hopelessly failed to realize as my killer
I walk through darkened woods with many paths to be taken
I see imaginary mountains of silver
That suddenly dissolve when touched
Only bits of white icing from the moon's reflection is constant
My cries are softening
My eyelids grow heavy.
Time is being inconsiderate
An ominous ticking of the clock
While you are desperately seeking sleep
Like a shattered hourglass that still had years to give
And in a thought or a word you again travel that road
Made by ancient men of wisdom
Who blindly groped in the midst of indecision
When lightning flashed to illuminate their way
But for you the thunderclap that sent you scurrying
Along some old cobblestone street
That must've been labeled wrong.
Yet who are you to change it
Yes, yes, it is working
I am feeling it now
My conscience is heavy with guilt
They have broken me nicely
So delicately
Thinking I will reach for my forms and again become as one
Though not as completely molecular in characterization
Something is supposed to be missing
Their cruel eyes glare down upon my tattered image image
As I arrive at the structure that holds or discards
With the force of magnetic poles
The subterranean quagmire of fate signals its furor
As I so heroically approach
A tired and weakened infidel
Still realizing that certain ideas will never follow through
Like a ship in a storm I must change my course
But I am still afloat in the end
I still retain my mind
My thoughts and memories in this the very end.
I have not lost.
I have only conceded
I will not be a victim
Only a threatened enemy.
We chose to retreat from the world around him
Where no pity lies
And while we bide our time and hold our breath
I am leaping to a ledge
That crumples under us carrying us both away
I cannot stay
I am too weak to fight the current
I must die the perfect death
A fitting one of those of my caliber
To be splattered against jagged rocks that fight the flow
Copyright against the Earth
This is my day of glory
It is something inside of us, unseen
A concentrated impulse to revise something that is not so uniform
To destroy ourselves in the moment of our ultimate fault
To be wiped off the board in haste
For want of something new
Yet replaced by something worse
Which jabbers on endlessly
Today my name is
In the end I saw it happen
I heard death's door open for the last and final time
Civilization once so close to its beginning.
Was now so close to its end.
And the door closed upon us
And the darkness prevailed so far into the morning
And the world that had ushered us through
The memorable silence of birth
To these days of dark violence
Was now and now forever as far away distant
From its true formula pattern as infinity could reach
And the love was no more
I had never really hope to change it
