Thread: Random Thought Thread
11-12-2014, 03:35 PM #47261
11-12-2014, 03:38 PM #47262
11-12-2014, 04:19 PM #47263
11-12-2014, 05:12 PM #47264"You can't help respecting anybody who can spell 'Tuesday,' even if he doesn't spell it right, but spelling isn't everything. There are days when spelling 'Tuesday' simply doesn't count." -- Winnie the Pooh
ENFP 3w2-7w6-8w7 sx/so
Neutral Good | SLUAI | Sanguine-Choleric
Gryffindor | Wampus
Sagittarius Sun | Sagittarius Moon | Aquarius Rising
11-12-2014, 05:30 PM #47265
I wasn't sure if this should be a rant or not but I decided it was probably so commonplace and inherent to humans that it was better here.
But I find it easier to express my own truth in writing than with words. I think there is an indomitability in written words and an allowance of patience and time that social interactions just don't provide for. Or maybe social interaction and spoken words have their own truths, it's just they are different to the written ones. A change of conditions maybe.'Consciousness is not simply a sensory-perceptual affair, a matter of mental imagery, as the contents of our mind would have us believe. It is deeply enmeshed with the brain mechanisms that automatically promote action readiness' - Jaak Panksepp
11-12-2014, 05:44 PM #47266
Do you play something?
11-12-2014, 05:59 PM #47267Perfectly robust chickens
Run laps a lot
Pee on the garden
Leap over fences
Cock is a word for rooster
Hen is a type of chicken?
Kit kats are good
Nice chickens don't belong in the
11-12-2014, 06:04 PM #47268
I grew up reading Family Circle. Maybe it desensitized me to the mixed message.
Sometimes, when I find recipes like this, I print them off and stick them in a binder set up with dividers like a cookbook. That usually gets it out of my system. Don't know if that's helpful/you needed to know that, but just in case.
11-12-2014, 07:12 PM #47269
- Join Date
- Jan 2013
Why am I in such pain?
11-12-2014, 07:13 PM #47270
Lord of the noobs like lord of the flies?"i shut the door and in the morning
it was open
Olemn slammed his hammer and from the sparks on the metal of his anvil came the spheres of the heavens.
Sayrah blew life into the spheres and they moved. From her wheel she weaved the names of people in to mystery.