What else seems...

Originally posted by Very Rusty
you don't want my vote. 😛

Originally posted by Blackamp
that's true...on anything.

Originally posted by Very Rusty
I only speak the truth. 😛

Damn quiet on here, almost eerie like.

Originally posted by Ice Cold
hfus kfpsa kopf kfoweomm pflk klpdkfpk

Yeeehaah! Ice has gotten the annointin' of the Holy Ghost!

Let's have church!

What else seems to simulate life itself?



Roller Coaster Rides (highs and lows, anticipation and disappointment, sharp corner turns and straightaways,

rush of excitement and moments of fear, sense of accomplishment and reluctant relief when the ride's over).

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]What else seems to simulate life itself?



Roller Coaster Rides (highs and lows, anticipation and disappointment, sharp corner turns and straightaways,

rush of excitement and moments of fear, sense of accomplishment and reluctant relief when the ride's over).[/b]

Originally posted by Blackamp
[b]Gumpy Bobby threads (vacuous bs pretending to have content, mangled English, fascination with self, contempt of forum).[/b]

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
Rec'd.

Originally posted by Great Big Stees
He forgot sanctified sarcasm.

Originally posted by Grampy Bobby
[b]What else seems to simulate life itself?



Roller Coaster Rides (highs and lows, anticipation and disappointment, sharp corner turns and straightaways,

rush of excitement and moments of fear, sense of accomplishment and reluctant relief when the ride's over).[/b]

Originally posted by Badwater
Chess. But maybe that's just me.

What else seems to simulate life itself?



An Organ Grinder with Monkey (picture the daily hand cranking of an out of tune hurdy gurdy street organ

by a well intentioned yet tone deaf performer, grinding out the same old single song over and over again...

while chained to a petite monkey performing tricks and collecting coins from passersby in a small tin cup).

A seven course meal that ends with dessert. 😀

What else seems to simulate life itself?



Pine Cones


Perhaps some page one internet bulletin board threads
occasionally assume a few marginal human attributes
as they wait with ceremonious impatience for validation,
as if a postman may deliver an unexpected perfumed gift
or some invincible puppy love phone will finally ring.

Those on page two and beyond accept their altered status
and understand that going well behind all known moons
in an orbit equating with benign, if not merciful, neglect
is nothing more or less than the essence of the scheme.
Somewhere in a slightly less fictitious corner of the planet

a sheaf of ancient love letters smiles comfortably numb,
unaware of being relegated to the top drawer of a dust
laden bureau in a lakefront summer cabin, where a white
boat with blue trim is innocently dry-docked and the casual
stillness broken only by reluctant pine cones still falling.




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