G’Morning, everyone. I hope that your day has started well.
SKApril 24, 2024, 10:11 AM
The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.
There’s sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.
ghostsniperApril 24, 2024, 11:28 AM
I’m leaning on a lamp post at the corner of the street
In case a certain little lady comes by
Oh me
Oh my
Snakepit KansasApril 25, 2024, 3:56 AM
Honey
Don’t put your man behind his years
And baby
Stop cryin’ all your tears
Baby
Do the things he says to do
Do it
Baby, if you’re feeling good
And baby if you’re feeling nice
You know your man is workin’ hard
He’s worth a deuce
-Simmons, Stanley
AnonymousApril 25, 2024, 5:15 AM
The older I get, the more I understand why roosters just scream to start their day.
Threw out my back sleeping, and tweaked my neck sneezing so I’m probably just one strong fart away from complete paralysis.
So, rest, chill, eat, drink, and enjoy life!
It’s weird being the same age as old people.
•We celebrated last night with a couple of adult beverages …… Metamucil and Ensure.
•Someone said, “Nothing rhymes with orange.” I said, “No, it doesn’t.”
jdApril 25, 2024, 6:25 AM
Funny, from someone who can empathize.
ghostsniperApril 25, 2024, 9:30 AM
Me neither.
Snakepit KansasApril 25, 2024, 10:37 AM
I lived in the PI for a couple years. Locals had roosters and they don’t wait till dawn to crow. Well before dawn, all day and into the evening all the time.
AnonymousApril 25, 2024, 11:01 AM
Dawn? Roosters crow whenever they want.
SKApril 25, 2024, 4:10 PM
More on roosters from Oliver Wendell Holmes:
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the great barnyard of life,
Be not like those lazy cattle!
Be a rooster in the strife!
Lives of roosters all remind us,
We can make our lives sublime,
And when roasted, leave behind us,
Hen tracks on the sands of time.
Hen tracks that perhaps another
Chicken drooping in the rain,
Some forlorn and henpecked brother,
When he sees, shall crow again.
John A. FlemingApril 25, 2024, 11:09 PM
When discussing roses, the most improbable and inc0mparable of all flowers, I think the Spanish language has the better adjectives for poetry: orgulloso, maravilloso, magnifico, glorioso. My mother taught me that the rose must come with the thorns, the flower is a perfect metaphor for life and love. When I prune and tend to my roses, I think always of my mother and remember.
We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did?
Did my words not come out right?
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that’s why they say:
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say, “love’s a game of easy come and easy go”
But I wonder, does he know?
Has he ever felt like this?
And I know that you’d be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow, I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Though, it’s been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved a love that night
If I’d known what to say
Instead of making love, we both made our separate ways
And now, I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife, I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
ghostsniperApril 26, 2024, 4:11 AM
Gas Prices Yesterday
==============
Morgantown – $3.79
Walmart – $3.59
Turkey Hill – $3.51
bidenomics
I have filled up twice so far this year and won’t fill again until probably June or July.
My wife has filled up once and may not again until fall.
We don’t drive much.
Don’t see no need to.
Besides, why would we want to leave paradise?
I’ve heard, the best way to predict the future is to create it.
Similarly, the best way to live in paradise is to build it.
Snakepit KansasApril 26, 2024, 4:35 AM
Luckily I live four minutes from werk.
Oven top cleaner and a bit of rubbing took care of the glass, thanks Ghost.
Four cedar boards replaced and screwed in, no nails, so far. Man cedar ain’t cheap!
Real World Address for Donations, Mash Notes and Hate Mail
Gerard Van der Leun
1692 MANGROVE AVE
APT 379
Chico, Ca 95926
Green Pants Interior by Klahn
Who Am I? by Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I reach my hands and play with pebbles of destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive in the universe.
Duty, Beauty, Liberty, Country, Honor, Family, Faith — Plus a few simple easy to follow rules for guys
Men saw the stars at the edge of the sea
They thought great thoughts about liberty
Poets wrote down words that did fit
Writers wrote books
Thinkers thought about it
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
Many’s the road I have walked upon
Many’s the hour between dusk and dawn
Many’s the time
Many’s the mile
I see it all now
Through the eyes of a child
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
Lost dreams and found dreams
In America
In America
In America
And close your eyes
Leave it all for a while
Leave the world
And your worries behind
You will build on whatever is real
And wake up each day
To a new waking dream
Take it where you find it
Can’t leave it alone
You will find a purpose
To carry it on
Mainly when you find it
Your heart will be strong
About it
[Chorus]
Change, change come over
Change come over
Talkin’ about a change
Change, change
Change come over, now
Change, change, change come over
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I’m gonna walk down the street
Until I see
My shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
I see my light
See my light
See my shining light
Gerard Van der Leun
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G’Morning, everyone. I hope that your day has started well.
The lily has a smooth stalk,
Will never hurt your hand;
But the rose upon her brier
Is lady of the land.
There’s sweetness in an apple tree,
And profit in the corn;
But lady of all beauty
Is a rose upon a thorn.
I’m leaning on a lamp post at the corner of the street
In case a certain little lady comes by
Oh me
Oh my
Honey
Don’t put your man behind his years
And baby
Stop cryin’ all your tears
Baby
Do the things he says to do
Do it
Baby, if you’re feeling good
And baby if you’re feeling nice
You know your man is workin’ hard
He’s worth a deuce
-Simmons, Stanley
The older I get, the more I understand why roosters just scream to start their day.
Threw out my back sleeping, and tweaked my neck sneezing so I’m probably just one strong fart away from complete paralysis.
So, rest, chill, eat, drink, and enjoy life!
It’s weird being the same age as old people.
•We celebrated last night with a couple of adult beverages …… Metamucil and Ensure.
•Someone said, “Nothing rhymes with orange.” I said, “No, it doesn’t.”
Funny, from someone who can empathize.
Me neither.
I lived in the PI for a couple years. Locals had roosters and they don’t wait till dawn to crow. Well before dawn, all day and into the evening all the time.
Dawn? Roosters crow whenever they want.
More on roosters from Oliver Wendell Holmes:
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the great barnyard of life,
Be not like those lazy cattle!
Be a rooster in the strife!
Lives of roosters all remind us,
We can make our lives sublime,
And when roasted, leave behind us,
Hen tracks on the sands of time.
Hen tracks that perhaps another
Chicken drooping in the rain,
Some forlorn and henpecked brother,
When he sees, shall crow again.
When discussing roses, the most improbable and inc0mparable of all flowers, I think the Spanish language has the better adjectives for poetry: orgulloso, maravilloso, magnifico, glorioso. My mother taught me that the rose must come with the thorns, the flower is a perfect metaphor for life and love. When I prune and tend to my roses, I think always of my mother and remember.
Every Rose Has It’s Thorn
==================
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0R9rIRABSAc
We both lie silently still in the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together
We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did?
Did my words not come out right?
Though I tried not to hurt you
Though I tried
But I guess that’s why they say:
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Yeah it does
I listen to our favorite song playing on the radio
Hear the DJ say, “love’s a game of easy come and easy go”
But I wonder, does he know?
Has he ever felt like this?
And I know that you’d be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow, I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Though, it’s been a while now
I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains
I know I could have saved a love that night
If I’d known what to say
Instead of making love, we both made our separate ways
And now, I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife, I guess
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings a sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
Gas Prices Yesterday
==============
Morgantown – $3.79
Walmart – $3.59
Turkey Hill – $3.51
bidenomics
I have filled up twice so far this year and won’t fill again until probably June or July.
My wife has filled up once and may not again until fall.
We don’t drive much.
Don’t see no need to.
Besides, why would we want to leave paradise?
I’ve heard, the best way to predict the future is to create it.
Similarly, the best way to live in paradise is to build it.
Luckily I live four minutes from werk.
Oven top cleaner and a bit of rubbing took care of the glass, thanks Ghost.
Four cedar boards replaced and screwed in, no nails, so far. Man cedar ain’t cheap!