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Current Events => General Discussion => Topic started by: SSG Snuggle Bunny on February 02, 2009, 05:52:58 PM
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Download and listen to the AM broadcast for Monday 02 Feb 2009 and listen to the last story.
http://www.paulharvey.com/
Eerie and awe-inspiring.
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It's nothing more than the thoughts - feelings, if you will - that I've had since I was a small child. I've known we earthlings are an experiment. We are unwitting actors. But I also know to be chosen to perform is the greatest gift of all.
As that fat emotional turd in a red wig once sang...."God is watching us....from a distance".
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By the way, this photo of Paul Harvey's late wife looks just like my late mother-in-law
(http://i41.tinypic.com/2n19m54.jpg)
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I just had a song by Rush go through my head!!!
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players:
Performers and portrayers,
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage.
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It should give theists something new to chew on.
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I just had a song by Rush go through my head!!!
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players:
Performers and portrayers,
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage.
I can see the whole world is just a circus
And I can tell that the circus
Why it’s just hell
And then I heard a drummer rolling
I found my seat’s been stolen
Then a spotlight hit me going wild in centre ring
For all you fancy lion-tamers, high-wire fiery flamers
Ravers of every kind
For all you high-stepping sexy witches
Sons of satin, son-of-bitches
All were there, in my dreams
All in my dreams
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I just had a song by Rush go through my head!!!
All the world's indeed a stage
And we are merely players:
Performers and portrayers,
Each another's audience
Outside the gilded cage.
The Bard's original version continues to be the best:
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
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^yeah but does it have an awesome guitar riff? :-)
I'm teasin'!!!
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^yeah but does it have an awesome guitar riff? :-)
I'm teasin'!!!
I give it a 5 since you can't dance to it...
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no, our solar system is a nitrogen atom in God's coffee table.
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no, our solar system is a nitrogen atom in God's coffee table.
If I wake up, you'all will be very surprised to find you are characters in my dreams. And, of course, you'll disappear.
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no, our solar system is a nitrogen atom in God's coffee table.
Funny you should say that. A coffee table was the example I used when I made the point that God was so great we our universe could be encased inside one atom.
Then our coffee tables could be the home of one trillion X one trillion other universes, and their coffee tables could be.....dotdotdot....infinity.....dotdotdot.....
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If I wake up, you'all will be very surprised to find you are characters in my dreams. And, of course, you'll disappear.
When I wake up from my dreams, I can promise you - you will have never been there......unless you are the long-tongued daddy with big feet who keeps chasing me and screaming "Canvas, not COTTON!"
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When I wake up from my dreams, I can promise you - you will have never been there......unless you are the long-tongued daddy with big feet who keeps chasing me and screaming "Canvas, not COTTON!"
...uh....tell us more about your dream.....or dreams.