(you see, I ran away from my mother... when my Dad died I was scared she would put her enormous expectations on the male of the species on me.. people who know me well say I have a mother complex.. maybe I do, but I still think I read her correctly.. not that I am ungrateful.. she gave me a perfect childhood till the age of 10. So did my Dad. Couldn't have had it better in retrospect).
So now I'm here in Germany. Behind the wheel of a large automobile. Good mustard in Germany. .. I am actually very very happy with the way my life has turned out, and yep, I've lived enough to know where you are coming from. With relish.
Definitely. And the seed. Roots and music. How else will we persevere? Each bringing the best of what they have forward...
In all the horrors that I can imagine, I cannot imagine the horror set to my existence were it not for a loving and praying Mother. Not a perfect human being was she, but with perfect love did she accept me, defend me, feed me faith to balance my fears; not only in and of this world, but in any or no world at all; past, present, or future. If I were as fierce with my gifts as she knew me to be with my stubborn resolve, I would have succeeded long ago, and been lost along the way. What does this wordplay mean? It means that when I gravitated here it was for reasons of music, not to express my deepest thoughts or emotions, or craziness or bad poetry, or offer memories of experiences, though I do so with relish. (and occasionally mustard) I'm here, not by accident nor coincidence; but because My Mother taught me to believe in Love...
In all the horrors that I can imagine, I cannot imagine the horror set to my existence were it not for a loving and praying Mother. Not a perfect human being was she, but with perfect love did she accept me, defend me, feed me faith to balance my fears; not only in and of this world, but in any or no world at all; past, present, or future. If I were as fierce with my gifts as she knew me to be with my stubborn resolve, I would have succeeded long ago, and been lost along the way. What does this wordplay mean? It means that when I gravitated here it was for reasons of music, not to express my deepest thoughts or emotions, or craziness or bad poetry, or offer memories of experiences, though I do so with relish. (and occasionally mustard) I'm here, not by accident nor coincidence; but because My Mother taught me to believe in Love...
ok, so can I have the mustard?
(you see, I ran away from my mother... when my Dad died I was scared she would put her enormous expectations on the male of the species on me.. people who know me well say I have a mother complex.. maybe I do, but I still think I read her correctly.. not that I am ungrateful.. she gave me a perfect childhood till the age of 10. So did my Dad. Couldn't have had it better in retrospect).
So now I'm here in Germany. Behind the wheel of a large automobile. Good mustard in Germany. .. I am actually very very happy with the way my life has turned out, and yep, I've lived enough to know where you are coming from. With relish.
In all the horrors that I can imagine, I cannot imagine the horror set to my existence were it not for a loving and praying Mother. Not a perfect human being was she, but with perfect love did she accept me, defend me, feed me faith to balance my fears; not only in and of this world, but in any or no world at all; past, present, or future. If I were as fierce with my gifts as she knew me to be with my stubborn resolve, I would have succeeded long ago, and been lost along the way. What does this wordplay mean? It means that when I gravitated here it was for reasons of music, not to express my deepest thoughts or emotions, or craziness or bad poetry, or offer memories of experiences, though I do so with relish. (and occasionally mustard) I'm here, not by accident nor coincidence; but because My Mother taught me to believe in Love...
In all the horrors that I can imagine, I cannot imagine the horror set to my existence were it not for a loving and praying Mother. Not a perfect human being was she, but with perfect love did she accept me, defend me, feed me faith to balance my fears; not only in and of this world, but in any or no world at all; past, present, or future. If I were as fierce with my gifts as she knew me to be with my stubborn resolve, I would have succeeded long ago, and been lost along the way. What does this wordplay mean? It means that when I gravitated here it was for reasons of music, not to express my deepest thoughts or emotions, or craziness or bad poetry, or offer memories of experiences, though I do so with relish. (and occasionally mustard) I'm here, not by accident nor coincidence; but because My Mother taught me to believe in Love...
A wet book, if it hasn’t soaked for a long time, can be rescued fairly well by being placed in a freezer. Once frozen, the ice crystals can just be brushed off the pages. Next time you accidentally drop a book in the tub or leave one out in the rain, pop it in the freezer for a couple of hours. If it hasn’t been too thoroughly soaked you may not have any signs of water damage at all. Sometimes the pages remain somewhat wavy or wrinkled.
No, just kidding. I understand where she is coming from. My grandparents were also young parents during the depression (my mum was born in 1934 and my dad in 1928) and my maternal grandfather had what you guys would call a homestead and was pretty much self-sufficient. My mum washed out and reused plastic bags for years, etc.
TBH, I was kind of glad I could move to the city and pig out on croissants and lattes when I got the chance. Pretty sure they were appalled at my profligacy. Things go full circle I guess, if you give it enough time. Slowly I'm coming back to what my grandparents taught me, but with a ton of other riches to boot, stuff that would probably make their toes curl.
I need to do better myself in this regard which means the less you hear from regarding things that do not involve music, the better. Good news for most of you as well.
even tho i may not agree with your opinion/thoughts on certain subjects i'd still like to hear them
I need to do better myself in this regard which means the less you hear from regarding things that do not involve music, the better. Good news for most of you as well.
Location: 543 miles west of Paradis,1491 miles eas Gender:
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Aug 24, 2021 - 7:18pm
miamizsun wrote:
steeler wrote:
Who was that masked man? And he wore that mask. We never saw him without it. At a time when masks were associated with bad guys who robbed banks and stage coaches, his mask filled villains with dread and good-hearted citizens with hope. Wearing that mask, Clayton Moore became one of the most recognizable characters on the planet. Until the end of his life, he wore it with honor. If he were alive today, I bet he’d be wearing not one but two masks — both designed to save lives and help others.
but would he put one on trigger Silver too? because if he would...
Who was that masked man? And he wore that mask. We never saw him without it. At a time when masks were associated with bad guys who robbed banks and stage coaches, his mask filled villains with dread and good-hearted citizens with hope. Wearing that mask, Clayton Moore became one of the most recognizable characters on the planet. Until the end of his life, he wore it with honor. If he were alive today, I bet heâd be wearing not one but two masks â both designed to save lives and help others.
but would he put one on trigger too? because if he would...
Location: 543 miles west of Paradis,1491 miles eas Gender:
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Aug 24, 2021 - 6:32pm
steeler wrote:
And he wore that mask. We never saw him without it. At a time when masks were associated with bad guys who robbed banks and stage coaches, his mask filled villains with dread and good-hearted citizens with hope. Wearing that mask, Clayton Moore became one of the most recognizable characters on the planet. Until the end of his life, he wore it with honor. If he were alive today, I bet he’d be wearing not one but two masks — both designed to save lives and help others.
Location: Perched on the precipice of the cauldron of truth
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Aug 24, 2021 - 6:30pm
Who was that masked man? And he wore that mask. We never saw him without it. At a time when masks were associated with bad guys who robbed banks and stage coaches, his mask filled villains with dread and good-hearted citizens with hope. Wearing that mask, Clayton Moore became one of the most recognizable characters on the planet. Until the end of his life, he wore it with honor. If he were alive today, I bet heâd be wearing not one but two masks â both designed to save lives and help others.
