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BrownBomber
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![[*]](./images/Pinky/default_icon.gif) posted on 4.9.2013 at 07:50 PM |
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Love the Lounge...But lately it seems half full.....It used to be a rousing place.Let's hope that the warm approaching weather kickstarts her again.
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Tea_Honey
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| posted on 5.7.2013 at 01:43 PM |
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Sometimes I wonder why I even deal with black folk. 
ADDENDUM:
Laughing at my 'shaking my head' - I'm so weary of the craziness, the black insanity, I can't even get indignant.... A few of us were talking.
White guy comes up, says some racist crap. A couple folk laugh at him (when my mouth finally closed, I laughed,too). One 'sistah', however, gets
huffy, plays the Noble Savage and tells us we'd betta not say anything else to him or we'll have to go through her.....
I'm kinda surprised at my reaction, i.e, weary. Didn't get upset. Didn't holla, scream, call her every kind of Tomasina, handkerchief head,
ig'nant Yt-lover, etc., etc., etc. Nope. Just, all of a sudden, bone weary.
A luta continua.
Out of Love, you can speak with straight fury
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it
Choose your hypnotist well.....
Ergo, the blue pill (illusion), or the red pill (reality)
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Tea_Honey
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| posted on 5.7.2013 at 04:07 PM |
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Wow. This is turning out to be "a" day. Just got a call from my son. A close relative's son texted him, said (in effect) they're at death's door.
Am awaiting my call.
Strange. This relative has been a pain in MY butt since we were kids, almost. They've been sick for a while - years. Even left their job on
disability. We're cool when we meet, but I don't go out of my way to see them (some people change; 99% don't. You wanna be happy?
Keep away from miserable people). Still, it's unnerving.... to the point of feeling like jelly inside.
Talk about feeling your mortality....
 If only that were all that it was....
I know this person's backstory. I know their hopes, their yearnings, even. I know they will die, unfulfilled. Perhaps that's what has me in
a grip. I've known the backstories of several people who died.... and their yearnings.... who died, unfulfilled. Several were women looking for,
reaching out, grasping at dead wood, scratching, biting, trashing, wailing, sobbing.... for the love of a man. One man to truly love them. They
searched for a lifetime and died, unfulfilled.
Not to mention the folk who couldn't accept that their mothers/fathers didn't love them and spent a lifetime of futility trying to
make them love them. I knew a woman that even decades after her mother was dead carried out a program of hatred for the people her
mother hated while alive. Her mother who tried to abort her and never loved her but whose approval she sought even after death.... She, too, died
unfulfilled (brings to mind Stephen King's "Monsters are read. Ghosts are real, too. They live inside us and sometimes they win").
Whomever wrote the Alcoholics Anonymous motto: "God grant me the serenity to change the things I can and to accept the things I can't" was right on
the money. If you want to happy, that is.
And I'm not talking about happy happy/joy joy, either. I'm talking about living a decent, productive life and being satisfied with the gifts and
wonders God gave you. Do that, and the 'peace beyond understanding' is your reward. You can't find that man, that woman who will love you forever
that you fantasized about as a child? Love is love. You won't get the same "feeling" but you will get the same warm, fuzziness from a child's
love. And when that child grows up (unless they're just a complete a-hole!), anything that man/woman can do for you materially, they'll go out of
their way to provide for you. And even IF they turn out to an ingrate, accept it and know you've done your best.
Gotta go. The calls are coming in. **sigh** It ain't good.
Out of Love, you can speak with straight fury
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it
Choose your hypnotist well.....
Ergo, the blue pill (illusion), or the red pill (reality)
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Tea_Honey
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| posted on 5.11.2013 at 10:12 AM |
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Off to a funeral.
Man, sometimes it doesn't pay to get out of bed. Out-of-town folk already left. Went to pick up some friends. I should be half-way out the door,
but....
I'm supposed to do a eulogy. I don't want to. Dayum! I'll be glad when this day is over.
Well.... gotta do what a woman's gotta do. 
9 hours later and BACK FROM THE FUNERAL
I did what I had to do and 3 people thanked me! 
Why, you ask? Well, you know how you wish you'd said something but the moment passed and now you can't? The moment passed YEARS ago, but today I
revisited it in the eulogy.... and 3 people who felt as I did, thanked me for saying out loud what they have been feeling in silence for lo those many
years. In fact, the people who were NOT in the know, looked at them wierdly when they "clapped."
As for the rest, MOST were happy to see me while a few, well, the old saying held true: You can pick your friends but not your family. And since
anyone who ever had a family knows EXACTLY what I'm talking about, 'nuff said.
Whew! Just glad it's over.
Out of Love, you can speak with straight fury
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it
Choose your hypnotist well.....
Ergo, the blue pill (illusion), or the red pill (reality)
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MrAdams
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| posted on 5.14.2013 at 03:19 PM |
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Just moved my confessions site to another server... With that just chilling... 
Note: Beyonce pregnant ?? 
Helping Patrol The CL Lounge...
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NY_writer
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| posted on 5.15.2013 at 05:19 PM |
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i miss this place.
I'm ready to go home to Jesus.
We must be ready when Jesus returns Matthew 24
. . .I heard
. . . that you
. . . wanted to come for but I don't believe it's true
. . . it's true? Bitch you'll gag. . .
-Jay Penda'vis
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Tea_Honey
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| posted on 5.30.2013 at 05:58 PM |
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Man! Rain and the hail! Normally, I love to hear the sound of quick-falling rain, but with the tornadoes in Oklahoma and a couple
setting down in Illinois, when I heard all that seeming golf ball sized hail clacking off my awnings, sounding like they were punching holes in them,
scared me no end!
Out of Love, you can speak with straight fury
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it
Choose your hypnotist well.....
Ergo, the blue pill (illusion), or the red pill (reality)
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NY_writer
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| posted on 6.1.2013 at 09:06 PM |
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my partner made these templates for the homeless ministry that God has started in Dade City. I want to begin to hand them out as bible tracts but I do
not know where to begin.
. . .I heard
. . . that you
. . . wanted to come for but I don't believe it's true
. . . it's true? Bitch you'll gag. . .
-Jay Penda'vis
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Tea_Honey
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| posted on 6.3.2013 at 09:18 PM |
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I just saw the most remarkable PBS show. Seems plants are not the passive beings we think they are. They pretty much do everything animals do, e.g.,
they fight each other, they cooperate with each other  they have family groups - trees in forest actually take care of their sapling offsprings - they "scream" when under attack (using pheronomes, a scent - also the way they "alert" each other to
danger from insects, animals, US picking those pretty flowers, etc.).
Oh, family groups? They actually KNOW their brothers and sisters! They exhibit ALTRUISTIC behavior (helping out another at a cost to themselves) when
for instance, allowing a "brother" to eat some nutrients in the earth they could easily eat themselves..... that if they didn't, they would grow
bigger and stronger and the brother would die. Or moving their leaves over to allow a "sister" to get the sunlight she needs to live. And they
don't exhibit this type of altruism, this type of cooperation with plants NOT in their families, i.e., that didn't come from the
same mother plant.
"Screaming?" They're screaming for help when they send out those scents. To whom? you might ask.  Usually to insects to come and eat the insects eating them! And they can determine WHAT insects are
attacking them. Because of this, they can modify their "screaming" scents to atttract precisely the other insect that eats the
insect munching down on them.... or even tiny ground animals (one of the animals they showed looked like a lizard only a little bit bigger than a
catepillar). And guess what? We KNOW how those "screaming" scents smell, i.e., they smell like 'fresh mown grass.'
Now you know - everytime you mow your lawn, the grass screams. 
I think the name of the program is "The Secret Life of Plants." If it comes on in your area, you should check it out. It's fascinating. And they
PROVE everything they say.
Out of Love, you can speak with straight fury
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it
Choose your hypnotist well.....
Ergo, the blue pill (illusion), or the red pill (reality)
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