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Post by lavender1 on Aug 31, 2010 23:32:34 GMT -5
You have been banned from this forum. Until 11/09/2010 For the reason : Screwing around with another admin's handle and account. --Quirk you can shove a correspondence like this! there must the the right legal channels to deal with a bunch of mischiefs like you. openly. and fairly. darn cowards! handling! www.ilovephilosophy.com/viewtopic.php?f=1&t=172604that's right. no tech lie detector can do anything about that. with trustworthiness like this .......  whose feet needed kissing and still do? ban now reduced by 4 days, as if that would undo anything. as if that would justify any compromise with cowardice: unfortunately, it seems not sufficiently known that pm's cannot reach just like carrots dangling in front of a donkey's nose. |
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 1, 2010 11:56:37 GMT -5
the unavoidable schopenhauer crossing my path \!! today: brave heart above all knows: we both are twain, and i will be done!  www.youtube.com/watch?v=V_tkl2-fFDc&feature=related_________×§×§×§×§× _________
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 3, 2010 20:20:59 GMT -5
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 4, 2010 16:31:41 GMT -5
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 4, 2010 19:21:32 GMT -5
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 4, 2010 21:31:46 GMT -5
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 5, 2010 20:09:17 GMT -5
www.youtube.com/watch?v=H_i3ERPsLzYpass it on like the primitive ego having acquired privileges to the detriment of one's fellows like sharing that became a weakness wow how your titles make you seem a good catch  and me the next best inferior www.youtube.com/watch?v=nASMNYM8tn8inferior enough to keep exploitation going and death its reward! boy, what a karma to carry and ferry over to any possible "next" incarnation 6.5 billion souls strapped into the straight jackets of "education" "legally" sanctioned and in communion with their deluded "selves" because your communication does not match the intelligence of "their" understanding: such was man's invention of god but certainly not the "knowledge" of a truly divine intervention to begin with..... \!! the derivatives of "virtues", no? en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Derivative
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 7, 2010 3:27:29 GMT -5
\!! thank you. you may not know how much. irony, sarcasm, and cynicism are the medodies such a voice sings. youthful and resistant to healing. you, who are you? justifying anything? \!!  happy birthday, even if it's to prostitution, and compassion can no longer be adequately expressed. wow! it takes all my goodwill to believe this comes from good intent. www.wienerzeitung.at/DesktopDefault.aspx?TabID=3938&Alias=wzo&cob=462818fine, thank you, my loving shrink is doing the best s/he can. i am only the stubborn donkey refusing much of the water s/he offered so far. every morning of my worthless life i thank the creators for making me inferior to their giving (yes: inevitable future giving) powers. oh, it appears now that little thorough-bred caltrops may have every right to classify me as recalcitrant! |
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 9, 2010 15:01:58 GMT -5
 it had its extras. suffice that to mention. |
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 11, 2010 7:03:00 GMT -5
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 11, 2010 11:30:22 GMT -5
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Post by lavender1 on Sept 11, 2010 16:57:56 GMT -5
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Post by lavender1 on Oct 3, 2010 12:28:49 GMT -5
Wind at Tindari by Salvatore Quasimodo (1901-1968) Tindari, I know you mild between broad hills, overhanging the waters of the god’s sweet islands. Today, you confront me and break into my heart. I climb airy peaks, precipices, following the wind in the pines, and the crowd of them, lightly accompanying me, fly off into the air, wave of love and sound, and you take me to you, you from whom I wrongly drew evil, and fear of silence, shadow, - refuge of sweetness, once certain - and death of spirit. It is unknown to you, that country where each day I go down deep to nourish secret syllables. A different light strips you, behind the windows clothed in night, and another joy than mine lies against you. Exile is harsh and the search, for harmony, that ended in you changes today to a precocious anxiousness for death, and every love is a shield against sadness, a silent stair in the gloom, where you station me to break my bitter bread. Return, serene Tindari, stir me, sweet friend, to raise myself to the sky from the rock, so that I might shape fear, for those who do not know what deep wind has searched me.
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Post by lavender1 on Oct 9, 2010 12:21:38 GMT -5
\!! it may be that i find this indulgence light years apart from current "reality" on this planet. where words are insufficient, thoughts unstable, emotions refuse measure, and suffering is far from ceasing. www.youtube.com/watch?v=byqgpRASGWUthe worst kind of indulgence always starts with not wanting to know. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN24_CFstHM 
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Post by lavender1 on Oct 10, 2010 17:32:24 GMT -5
if summer had actually returned, that would be apparent. and ascribing an "incredible adaptability" to the human shortsightedness in its current shaping of sustainable living conditions should actually mean it became less remarkable.nothing is more apparent! www.youtube.com/watch?v=L6sln-SeAKc\!! oh, squirrel.. 
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