Showing posts with label July 03. Show all posts
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Jul 3, 2013

I would like an all vegan raw dinner delivered to my room please, (well any food but pizza will do) thank you. With some dark chocolate. I’m ok on wine and weed for now. I have to be up kinda early, so please hurry Universe. I’m just practicing this Law of Attraction workbook out. I should see results soon.

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No delivery? What kinda country is this?

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I’m hungry and out of food. I should have gone to the lake house with the family….. I was to lazy to drive tonight tho. lol

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your telling me tomorrow is July 4th? It was just May 5th. WTH?

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A great fire burns within me, but no one stops to warm themselves at it, and passers-by only see a wisp of smoke. — Vincent van Gogh

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sunset. get on it!

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oops that posts on here? lol

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Joe Blaze where is my drink? Lil slow tonight buddy. :)

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I think people lack the most sense of humor on Wednesdays, at this time exactly.

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I made a meme. cause still stuck at work.


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I could go to hell for this. It’s just nun joke though, no harm done.


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Those who are easily shocked should be shocked more often. — Mae West

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No one is fit to be trusted with power. … No one. … Any man who has lived at all knows the follies and wickedness he’s capable of. … And if he does know it, he knows also that neither he nor any man ought to be allowed to decide a single human fate. ~ C.P. Snow “And no good woman would want to!”

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“What a curious phenomenon it is that you can get men to die for the liberty of the world who will not make the little sacrifice that is needed to free themselves from their own individual bondage.” ~ Bruce Barton

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“My definition of a free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular.” ~ Adlai Stevenson Jr.

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There is an idea that wants to be born, it has wanted to be born for a very long time.** And sometimes that longing to be born seffles on a person. For no damn good reason. Then you’re “it,” you become the cheese, and the cheese stands alone. You are illuminated and maddened and lifted up by something great beyond all telling. It wants to be told. It’s just that this idea is so damn big that it can’t be told, or rather the whole of history is the telling of this idea, the stuttering rambling effort of the sons and daughters of poor old Noah to tell this blinding, reality-shattering, bowel-loosening truth. And Phil had a piece of the action, a major piece of the action. But I anticipate myself. Those who grasp a piece of the action end up with two things on their plate; the experience and their own idiosyncratic explanation of the experience based on what they have read, seen and been told Terence Mckenna, part of a letter

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In the winter of 1964, stoned on a combination of DMT and LSD, Lenny fell backward through the window of his San Francisco hotel room. At the precise moment that he was suspended in midair, he uttered: “Man shall rise above the rule!” Then he surrendered to the law of gravity and plummeted to the sidewalk below. Both legs had to be put in casts and for a while he became the Hermit of Hollywood Hills. Around that time, Jerry Hopkins- who had opened the first head shop in L.A., and later became the biographer of Elvis Presley and Jim Morrison was producing the Steve Allen show. He arranged for me to do a one-night stand at the Steve Allen Theater. Lenny Bruce was in the audience, and so was Groucho Marx. At one point in the show, I was talking about the importance of having empathy for other people’s perversions.. During a question-and answer session that followed, Lenny stood up on his crutches and asked what I had meant by that. “Well, once I was sitting in the subway-it was rush hour and really crowded-and an elderly lady’s buttocks kept rubbing against my shoulder, and I began to get aroused. . .” “You’re sick! Lenny yelled. “Thank you, Mr. President, “I responded, ending the show right there. Later, I met Groucho Marx for the first time. “That was very smart, the way you finished,’ he said. “Besides, I was getting fidgety in my seat.” – a book

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Always stay in your own movie. -Ken Kesey

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“Love is blind, they say; sex is impervious to reason and mocks the power of all philosophers. But, in fact, a person’s sexual choice is the result and sum of their fundamental convictions. Tell me what a person finds sexually attractive and I will tell you their entire philosophy of life. Show me the person they sleep with and I will tell you their valuation of themselves. No matter what corruption they’re taught about the virtue of selflessness, sex is the most profoundly selfish of all acts, an act which they cannot perform for any motive but their own enjoyment – just try to think of performing it in a spirit of selfless charity! – an act which is not possible in self-abasement, only in self-exultation, only on the confidence of being desired and being worthy of desire. It is an act that forces them to stand naked in spirit, as well as in body, and accept their real ego as their standard of value. They will always be attracted to the person who reflects their deepest vision of themselves, the person whose surrender permits them to experience – or to fake – a sense of self-esteem .. Love is our response to our highest values – and can be nothing else.” — Ayn Rand

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