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Thus the strip called Shue ... like a foot into unreality ... but there are senatorial implications ... simulating the arch angle Michael .. taking flight! This may be at 90 degrees to the flat-out shallow understanding's of the elle Vat ion Prin. a conception of heir position than subversive humus!

Did anybody listen to the CBC article on "elevator pitches" ... not about the screams when bottom falls out of it --- Shakespeare on Mid Heated Dreams ... akin to Joseph's wandering when in Egypt ... a domain tending towards heat ... perhaps someone's heated emotional state. Then authorities prefer this to cooler thinking ...

Isn't that enough to cause mentally bread fermentation? Rutted able loss of sensibilities ... or screw'd beyond decent sense ... in the state of this whirl ed .. who would note ID?

But you can't say this publicly due to restrictions on verbal and printed expression ... confinement of speech principals ... ascended from the Star Chamber ... affiliated with Aeropagaes Heresy ... enough to drive intellects off the edge ... if you laugh ... it helps in the cover-up you feel from the pain in the ass upper cult!

You mean practicing what to say as if you were to run into a VIP in an elevator - yes, that's a well established, but practical, joke!
 
The secret is ... he didn't really say what was a deeper understanding the first place drawn out to a ridiculous point ... thus common errs could remain in the dark about vast screw-us across thyme ... as a spice of life ... to raise consciousness out of a dark place of onyx and occultism that we aren't conscious of ... and yet people say there is no un-conscious mind if they are confident they are well ... exposed? There is a great probability of the presence of a lyre as a flowering idiom toby plucked ... and string theosis was heard as a weal in the night ... common wealth that's out there? Yet elusive ... that unseen chimerii absence ... or that which isn't ... an there it was gone in a haze of word ... just abstract!
 
I hope that wasn't followed rationally or I could be cited for being out of this irrational domain of domi noz ... the fall'n game? In Celt this is the Phaellon ones ... some have veils some vales and thus that delta (in e gybe 't) when inverted ... a source Ur of pyre a medalling growth if we learn nothing of control theory and its extremes 've polity regarding selves ! Brae in scatter ... optimum chaos ... in 40 bitz of greis manna ... brain fude is thus blown ... fugacity?
:sick:
Primal sensationalism on overhead matter ...
 
Subject: Test to get into Heaven
The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies and goes to Heaven.
He is at the Pearly Gates. However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.
The gatekeeper said, 'Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We have heard a lot about you. I must tell you...
though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short, but you have to pass it
before you can get into Heaven.'
Forrest responds, 'It sure is good to be
here, sir. But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam. I sure hope the test ain't too hard. Life was a big enough test as it was.'
The gatekeeper continued, 'Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three questions.
First:
What two days of the week begin, with the letter T?
Second:
How many seconds are there in a year?
Third:
What is God's first name?
Forrest leaves to think the questions over. He returns the next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says, 'Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me your answers.'
Forrest replied, 'Well, the first one -- which two days in the week begins with the letter 'T'? Shucks,
That would be
Today and Tomorrow.'
The gatekeeper's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, 'Forrest, that is not what I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I did not specify, so I will give
you credit for that answer. How about the next one?'
'How many seconds in a year?'
Now that one is harder,' replied Forrest, 'but I thunk and thunk about that, and I guess the only answer can be
twelve.'
Astounded, the gatekeeper said, 'Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year ?
Forrest replied, 'Shucks, there's got to be twelve:
January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd...
'Hold it, interrupts the gatekeeper. 'I see where you are going with this, and I see your point, though that was not quite what I had in mind... but I will have to give you credit for that one, too. Let us go on with the
third and final question.
Can you tell me God's first name'?
'Sure,' Forrest replied, it's Andy. '
'Andy?'
exclaimed the exasperated and frustrated gatekeeper. Ok, I can understand how you came up with the answers to my earlier questions, but just how in the world did you come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?
You are
going to love this
....
'Shucks,
that was the easiest one of all,' Forrest replied. I learnt it from the song,
ANDY WALKS WITH
ME,
ANDY TALKS WITH
ME,
ANDY TELLS ME I
AM HIS OWN.'
The gate keeper opened the Pearly Gates, and said: "Run, Forrest, run".
Lord,
Give me a sense of humor,
Give me the ability to understand a clean
joke,
To get some humor out of life.
 
Now that's clearly vital to see god's dark side ... the underlying portion of the moral ... the other end of the post?

It's what support a post holic ... or those addicted to probing everything ... not unlike an alcoholic ... those dedicated to forgetting all that was posted ... can you fence such a devoid thought? Leaves a'man in a'gape ...:LOL: so suck it in ... you can learn from Eire!

But I'm not going to give it to you straight ... for most powers preferred crocked transactions ... thus the alligator in POGO's conjecture ... can crank those in the pool into behaving like those funny western water birds (grebes) that walk on water ... just for breeding rights! Then they're screwed ... much smarter than human floaters ... dedicated to naught knowing much ... numb phoqahs ... faux Ka's or false spirits ... deleted soul ... or depleted neurons ... dead weight for America's Cuppers drains on the real eco numinous!
 
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just got pointed to this rl incident thanks to my dad

Mike O'brien, who plays Wes Humboldt on Corner Gas at the ER tells the nurse that he has stage 4 cancer, is a diabetic, is having trouble breathing, has been vomiting & being fatigued from the chemo & peed blood in the morning

the nurse replied, "other than that, you're fine?"

here's Mike O'brien's blog
 
More human Eire than one could admit to a imperfect emotions trapped in a wild larger crank ... that's cause a Mose thingys ...:ROFLMAO:
 
hey Inanna ... thanks for the link to Mike's blog ... I've spent quite a while there this evening. Grateful for my health today.
 
Especially when among the obstinate that would rather we know nothing ... the other end of everything?

Is that polity or just pole dancing ...
 
Do you know the difference between Beer Nuts and Deer Nuts?

Beer nuts are $4 and deer nuts are under a buck!

A' sected AUM-Eire, and religious wars don't allow for any hunts of loving intercourse and alien dialogue with hyper-hmmmms!

Thus "B" OEM-Eire phuns are out-of-'ere .. face up tuit ... that's the Circe ... all encompassing ... love you brother but don't screw up hi pathe ... necessary for learning that mortals are dangerous ...

A' voice or vice from beyond ... myth?
 
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