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Kat, or maybe it was akabukowski, once said to me that everyone thinks their life would make a good book.

She is probably right. What do you think?

Here is your chance.

Let's all tell stories from our experiences as we traveled through time.

 

Ahh, but there has to be rules. They will be pretty loose, but rules there must be.

RULES:

1. It can be any experience that you want to tell us about.

2. It can be as short as one line. Or as long as fifty. Anything over thirty will be deleted.

3.You do not have to end the story at fiftyy lines, but you have to quit writing at the end of fiftyy lines. You can not post again until at least one other person  has posted something.

This ensures that everyone gets a chance.

4.You can continue on the same subject or jump to a new one.

5. Nothing is required to be in chronological order.

6. Very Graphic Sexual discriptions should be posted in the sex talk group. You can direct us to go there if we want to read about it.

7. No one will be checking the facts 

8. Additional rules will be posted and implemented as I see fit.

Step right up and post. who knows, the next knock on your door may be Spielberg asking for the movie rights.

Tags: adventures, death, joy, life, love, poverty, power, riches, sex, sorrow, More…war

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ok, I KNOW you're going to call this blonde, but really I'm just too buzzed to figure out- is your YES!!!!! in reference to YES, that graphic is too d@mned bright, or YES you're too buzzed?
and just for the record- it's not my fault that I'm buzzed. The manager @ PF Changs did it.

Yes to all of the above. 

And PH Chang has nothing to do with it. Mine is self induced.

 

 

You messed w/your friends back in the day when we were smoking things other than cigarettes & getting off on things other than alcohol, didn't ya, Teebs?

 

and yes, indeed it IS the manager at PF Chang's fault. I was only having ONE Margarita, but she sent a round to our table on her. What could we do? We're polite. We had to drink them.

Yep, I have always messed with my friends. The better I like ya, the more I'm gonna yank you're chain.
d@mn. I better get prepared for this February meetup. I'm gonna have my hands full, I can tell already. Sheesh - you, Robbie AND Stillgoing! ...good thing I'm bringing Ducatiman w/me, I may not be able to handle you guys on my own.
giggles , omigosh Jaylee my computer is blacking out from the strobe. Thank you!! I feel like I'm getting pulled over or something. LOL

Today is national Black Poetry Day so I'll post some poetry.

 

One day I suddenly realized I had forgotten, name age sex address race, I had found myself

What is greater than love or hate, I will tell you then,
what is greater than love is the relationship I have with the tip of my finger.

Want me to break it down? I can break it down.
It's a simple concept.

If I define myself as my thumb, I deny myself my fingers.
If I define myself as my fingers, I deny myself my hand.
If I define myself as my hand, I deny myself my arm.
If I define myself as my arm, I deny myself my body.
If I define myself as my body, I deny myself my universe.
I diminish myself.

I do not know enough about myself, because you do not know
enough about yourself, would you help me know?
I met someone and he was a part of myself that I did not appreciate.
It is not that our ego is too large; the problem is that our ego is too small.
Love is more constant than light.

I heard god call, I got my gun and waited.
When he appeared, I realized and took the gun from my head.

By having no family I have inherited the family of humanity.
By having no possessions I have possessed all.
By rejecting the love of one I have received the love of all.
By surrendering my life to the revolution I have found eternal life.
Revolutionary suicide.

I am now 58 yrs old I GREW UP IN ST. LOUIS CO. CITY CALLED FLORISSANT , bORN IN A Small town in pa I think it WAS KNOWN FOR bricks MUST OF HAD CLAY DEPOSITS  MY FATER AND MOTHER MOVED TO ST.LOUIS WERRE MY BROTHER AND SISTER WERE BORN THE PA SMALL TOWN WAS PATTON PA. IT MUST HAVE BEEN IN 1958 THAT WE MOVED FROM MY FATHER HOME TOWN TO MY MTHERS HOME TOWN iASSUME SO SHE COULD BE NEAR HER FAMILY an ItiAlan CLOSE FAMILY this story is really about my father now gone ended up very poor himself owed a lot ,but he was a good man worked  in banking he kept us clothed and we always had christmas we never as kids wanted for anything  he was good at getting personal loans he became vicepresident of the bank he told me thats what banks do rather than pay more give titles so this man I knew as father , dad , He TOLD ME  one day he hadd an offer to work for large new york corp. the one that gives ratings to corp. other banks countries , he had a family I understand some people see drinking to cope is a weakness but , I NOW LOOK BACK AND UNDERSTAND they 're may be other reasons I was no prizse  Iwas the oldest bborn with a birth defect aweakness of leftarm look like I had a stroke but it was damage to rotor nerve at birth I got into drugs inhigh school continues to today in lesser degree just always needing to change life somehow I've always kept my weak right arm hidden as much as I could I guess i did a good job my brother still doesn't know anything was wrong my first wive i grew up down the street from told me she didn't notice anything for a long time to me it was always hanging there and  I WOULD DO EVERTHING LEFt HANDED I think the 8 or 9 strokes that I've had was a blessing I NO LONGER hide the fact that my left arm was screwed up , before Iget to farr from my father ,he and I were leaving a football game earily to miss traffic we heard some one had gotten hurt after we left I SAID DAMN WE MISSED IT I rememember clearly him telling that seeing someone get hurt is not a good thing meaning it might be his career ending play I FORGOT MY DAD played football in his colledge years was a quarterback hurt many times I wish I WAS more awear when he was alive. now I'm getting closer to the end and I have no one to think back at me in a admiring way I believe that no one dies until people quit thinking of them and talking about them keeps them alive as long as someone tells their story I started thinking that way when a very good friend of mind died a few years ago Rick and I were fishing buddies as teenagers we went hurting for rabbits and  squirrels I REMEBER we would go hunting in subdivisons at night Rick was a great shot with a bow and arrow he'd shine the car lights on a rabbit jump out shoot the rabbit we would here the rabbit crossing the steet next block over arrow hitting the street as it ran ,  my father was not into hunting  i enjoyed the time Rick and I SPENT RUNNING AROUND hunting or fishing. WE RELOADED  our own shot gun shells that was an experience we didn't have the crimping tool for closing the end so in a corn field we would have the shells open up in the gun bb's would roll out I forgot we had a candle on table while loading the shells we figured if we didn't have crimping tool we would use wax to hold close so you can see two teenage kids with a lit candle , black powder on a table in my basement  add this to picture we were smoking what we call back then elephant tranquellizer  it goes by another name I CAN'T REMEBER RIGHT NOW BUT ITS MENIOND in cop shows all the time so we made shells these at least some of them would  shot off in field except we for got the powder so only primer went off and bb's would rollout of shotgun well I KEPT RICK ALIVE FOR TODAY He was a wild guy we went fishing oneafter noon along the mousrri or missippi river he jump on a back that I walked around because i tought it looked to muddy Rick said it was ok until he walked three feet across it and sank up to his thighs luckly he got out but it made for a dishearting few min's. it feels like I'm close to fifty lines maybe only forty I DON'T see any spell check so I may not even reread before I let go of it rereading always gets me started changing what I've written that never ends well for me so I SAY THIS i'VE HAD 8 OR 9 strokes my brother will say why didn't you use periods and commas sentense never seemed that big of a deal to me I've been married twice and devorced twice not proud of that but thats part of the reason I 'm seeing a shrink nnow always knew Ishould but never did thought it would be bad for my career I'm retired now can't work so don't care now used to worry what people said and thought not so much now soI'M OLDER NOW SHOULD STILL BE WORKING BUT THE STROKES Stopped that I'm wanting to move to sw. missouri WHY Ithink its the place i've been happiess great fishing great people I've been trying to find a roommate by going on dateing sites and asking if anyone knows of someone that needs or wants aroommatteI 'm on dissability  but it doesn't allow much for entertainment if I share expenses with a woman it maybe a win win situation going to stop now.I'm sure I WILL THINK OF SOMTHING else but I didn't wake up this mornig wanting to do this deffinately wasn't worried if I left something that should be here when I started was going to stop after three lines and earase it no spell check does bother me always had someone at work to correct my spelliing I'd GIVE IT TO SOME ONE TO TYPE and say correct the spelling please .....ok  adventures, death, love ,sex, poverty, power , riches , sorrow it's in there ...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kooner, thanks for posting this. I will post to it. I have always been a fan of David altho I disagree with him on most subjects.

I do think that I meet the "Truly Oldster Set" criteria.

I'm up for it. I've made the trip from Pueblo over through Canyon City and Salida to Buena Vista a few times. It is spectacular even without Cristo. I think I wrote about some of my adventures in that area when I was writing earlier for this thread.

I like the way you think girl.

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