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Quote by sweetsinner
this reminded me of a poem I wrote over on SS a few weeks back.
Sometimes but rarely the words come out creatively. mostly i'm just stuck in shut down.
had a rough couple of days. i hate sharing myself with others. how do you overcome that to ask for help?(emphasis added)
I think your last sentence is rather poignant. I really don't share much with all but a couple people. When I feel the darkness, it is also my most private time. Unhealthy I know, but true nonetheless.
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I have been a headache sufferer my whole life (regular and Migraine).
For normal headaches, I usually do nothing. If severe I have some pain pills.
For migraines, I have an abortive self-injection device. If I don't catch it in time, a trip to doctor and demerol. Someone else would need to drive.
If my wife would have sex, I would try that.
For normal headaches, I usually do nothing. If severe I have some pain pills.
For migraines, I have an abortive self-injection device. If I don't catch it in time, a trip to doctor and demerol. Someone else would need to drive.
If my wife would have sex, I would try that.
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Artichoke Ravioli in an Italian sausage sauce.
Maybe it will improve my mood
Maybe it will improve my mood
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I'll be right over...
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Salmon, baked potato, spinach...a bit of lime sherbet for desert
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The political discussions have outed me.
I have cancer. Specifically, a Stage 4 Squamous Cell Carcinoma in my throat and tongue. It has been linked to Human Papilloma Virus (HPV) 16. I look for no sympathy. My younger days have caught up with me. This is a rapidly growing cancer in the US. The vast majority of these infections are asymptomatic and are passed through sex. Apparently Oral sex is a leading cause of these throat cancers (women tend to get Cervical cancer instead). There is a striking similarity between the cells in the mucus membranes of the throat and those of the cervix.
Here is my PSA:
There is a vaccine for HPV that can be administered to young women and men that would protect them from being infected. It is important to do this before they become sexually active. If you are a parent, I encourage you to vaccinate your children. It may prevent them from having cancer in their forties or fifties.
Don't let them be like me.
I have cancer. Specifically, a Stage 4 Squamous Cell Carcinoma in my throat and tongue. It has been linked to Human Papilloma Virus (HPV) 16. I look for no sympathy. My younger days have caught up with me. This is a rapidly growing cancer in the US. The vast majority of these infections are asymptomatic and are passed through sex. Apparently Oral sex is a leading cause of these throat cancers (women tend to get Cervical cancer instead). There is a striking similarity between the cells in the mucus membranes of the throat and those of the cervix.
Here is my PSA:
There is a vaccine for HPV that can be administered to young women and men that would protect them from being infected. It is important to do this before they become sexually active. If you are a parent, I encourage you to vaccinate your children. It may prevent them from having cancer in their forties or fifties.
Don't let them be like me.
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I am a big Leonard fan. My favorite version of Halleujua is by John Cale.
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Last night: Chicken Tikka Masala
Tonight: Shrimp and Crab enchiladas, beans and rice
And yes, I do all the cooking and cleaning...
Tonight: Shrimp and Crab enchiladas, beans and rice
And yes, I do all the cooking and cleaning...
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Rigatoni with Beef and Parsnip Stracotto (from Mario Batali). I can't decide how I will make the asparagas. Probably grill, chill and dress
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During a meal - a good beer or red wine. After dinner, the same or maybe an Irish Whiskey or Cognac (1 to 2 times per year)
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Buttermilk fired chicken, Mashed potatoes, Gravy and Green Beans.
Doing that whole Americana thing today
Doing that whole Americana thing today
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Then maybe you should adjust your tactics. That is not what is coming across in your posts.
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These posts are getting very tiresome. I get it. You're young. You are interested in girls and the female form. Nothing per se wrong with that. However your posts like this do not add anything to the site. The rest of us might have moved on from this behavior a while ago. This is a literary site with the occasional delving into images. There is no answer to your posts. Repeating these types of posts and getting no response should tell you something.
I really don't care and refuse to think about images that you use for a screen saver. That said, you can do what you can do. I don't control you.
I really don't care and refuse to think about images that you use for a screen saver. That said, you can do what you can do. I don't control you.
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Filet of Sole, Spinach, Baked Potato, .... Lime Sherbet for desert
Yummy, yummy, yummy...
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Grilled salmon with herbed butter, Roasted Sezchuan beans, and almond rice.
I like to cook (really I like to eat)
I like to cook (really I like to eat)
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Of any Artist / Lyricist to get the Nobel for literature, Bob wouldn't be my first choice. I would think Elvis Costello, Paul Westerberg, Patti Smith, or Leonard Cohen would be equal or better choices. Others can't be included because they're deceased.
That said, The last great Dylan song (from the 1970's)
Tangled up in Blue
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wondrin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Gettin' through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder
We'll meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was looking for to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue
She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, Don't I know your name?
I muttered somethin' under my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And everyone of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue
So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters' wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point
Of view
Tangled up in blue
That said, The last great Dylan song (from the 1970's)
Tangled up in Blue
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wondrin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Gettin' through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder
We'll meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I was looking for to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue
She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me, Don't I know your name?
I muttered somethin' under my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And everyone of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul
From me to you
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue
So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters' wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point
Of view
Tangled up in blue
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Quote by mranonymous7
Pang Gai Noon Ryun sounds like a Japanese style
Okinawa. There were two schools in the U.S. Somewhere between a Japanese linear style and a Chinese Kung Fu Style. It stresses body toughness, counterpunching and we're willing to kick legs. I am actually a bad body type for it being tall and slender. Part of the black belt test was kicking through two baseball bats with your shin. Not sure I can do that today, though.
Though my kicks kept anyone from grappling me. The short stocky Okinawans were formidable. They'd kick the hell out of your legs.
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Asian chicken skewers, rice and wild rice , and green beans. Simple and easy
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Spiders, snakes, heights, etc... don't bother me.
But I am claustrophobic. You won't catch me crawling through tight caverns.
But I am claustrophobic. You won't catch me crawling through tight caverns.
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I love pumpkin. Pumpkin muffins, pumpkin bread, or pumpkin pie - all great. Just keep it out of my coffee!