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Posted on Feb.13.2008 @ 05:18PM EDT by 9999999
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bah dee bah bee bah boo.
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bah dee, dee bah dee boo
bah dee dee bah do bee, bah dee bah dee doo dah!
bah dee doo dah, bah bee doo dah
bah dee bah daba doo dah!
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Reply from ______
Feb.13.2008
07:50PM EDT
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shhh......you ain't seen me...I was never here...ok? |
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Reply from 9999999
Feb.13.2008
07:52PM EDT
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Quote: "shhh......you ain't seen me...I was never here...ok?"
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OK DONT I DONT SEE YOU I REALLY DONT
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Reply from RaineDrop
Feb.13.2008
08:03PM EDT
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loco roco! |
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Reply from lehish
Feb.13.2008
08:24PM EDT
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:D boo boo :D bee bee :D boo boo ::D:D:D |
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Reply from ______
Feb.14.2008
10:38AM EDT
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When Switters was less than a year old, his grandmother had stood before his highchair, her hands on her still glamorous hips. "You're starting to jabber like a damn disk jockey,' she said. "Pretty soon you'll be having a name for me, so I want to make this clear: you are not to insult me with one of those declasse G words, like granny or grams or gramma or whatever, you understand; and if you ever call me nannie or nonna - or moomaw or big mamma or mawmaw I'll bust your cute little chops. I'm aware that it's innate in the human infant to produce M sounds followed by soft vowels in response to materialistic stimuli, so if you find it primally necessary to label me with something of that ilk, then let it be 'maestra' or 'teacher'. I don't know if I'll ever teach you anything worthwhile, and I sure as hell don't want to be anybody's master, but at least maestra has got some dignity. Try saying it."
~Tom Robbins
m mmm m m m mmma mmm mme m mmeme m m m mmmmm m mu |
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Reply from ______
Feb.14.2008
10:46AM EDT
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When Switters was less than a year old, his grandmother had stood before his highchair, her hands on her still glamorous hips. "You're starting to jabber like a damn disk jockey," she said. "Pretty soon you'll be having a name for me, so I want to make this clear: you are not to insult me with one of those declasse G words, like granny or grams or gramma or whatever, you understand; and if you ever call me nannie or nonna - or moomaw or big mamma or mawmaw I'll bust your cute little chops. I'm aware that it's innate in the human infant to produce M sounds followed by soft vowels in response to maternalistic stimuli, so if you find it primally necessary to label me with something of that ilk, then let it be 'maestra'. Maestra. Okay? That's the feminine form of the Italian word for 'master' or 'teacher'. I don't know if I'll ever teach you anything worthwhile, and I sure as hell don't want to be anybody's master, but at least maestra has got some dignity. Try saying it."
~Tom Robbins
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Reply from ______
Feb.15.2008
09:34AM EDT
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Today my mother is feeling sore but fine - after surgery for breast cancer last week and follow up tests a couple of days ago, the doctors have given the all-clear. As part of her ongoing treatment she will undergo radiotherapy daily for four weeks. She says she is 'over the moon' to be alive. After my father was carried off by cancer a few years ago, this is good news for all the family, especially her morris-dancing new man who is, at this moment, jigging around, hot-foot and finger-dancing, to the sound of his own accordion playing. |
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Reply from ______
Feb.15.2008
10:52AM EDT
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Not so my wife's mother. She is not feeling fine, she says. She is suffering the onset of dementia - it could be Alzheimer's but we won't know until the test results. Now, she says that she knows she is losing her memory - she can't remember some family members and old friends. Living in a bungalow, she talks constantly about moving her bed and living 'downstairs'. She will phone in the night to say that 'they' won't let her into a room. Although she no longer understands money, she has become obsessed with it talking about it continually, pleading abject poverty - someone asks for £3 for newspapers and she gives them £60, to a delivery driver, delivering a paid-for parcel, she will give £300 for no reason. She buys expensive presents for complete strangers but says that she is too poor to buy birthday and christmas presents for her grandchildren. There is money hidden all over the house, wrapped in towels, put in boxes with notes to remind her where she has put other sums.
Her personality is changing - she seems to be disappearing. What is particularly telling is the change which has been brought about in her body-posture, facial expression and eyes - a distressed look of a physical manifestation of identity and memory loss.
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Reply from 9999999
Feb.15.2008
04:01PM EDT
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what makes the grass grow? |
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Reply from ______
Feb.15.2008
07:57PM EDT
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Sometimes naked
Sometimes mad
Now the scholar
Now the fool
Thus they appear on earth
The free men
~Hindu verse
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