My brother inlaw studied eyes in college and confirmed my suspicions.
White is an odd thing that we are blind to, our rods pick up the primary colors which turn into white looking light or white paper ect..
Then I asked him about a dim corner in his house. Places we see all the time where the solidity of the physical material seems questionable. Wtf is that? He saw it as well, but failed to explain it when he tried. So please help if you can?
Then I asked him about a dim corner in his house. Places we see all the time where the solidity of the physical material seems questionable. Wtf is that? He saw it as well, but failed to explain it when he tried. So please help if you can?
Charles Baudelaire.(1821-1867) Condemned Women (Femmes Dmnees) Imitated from the French - Fragment
Like moody beasts they lie along the sands;
Look where the sky against the sea-rim clings:
Foot stretches out to foot, and groping hands
Have languors soft and bitter shudderings.
Some, smitten hearts with the long secrecies,
On velvet moss, deep in the bowers' ease,
Prattling the love of timid infancies,
Are tearing the green bark from the young trees.
Others, like sisters slowly walk and grave;
By rocks that swarm with ghostly legions,
Where anthony saw surging on the waves
The purple breasts of his temptations.
-tr. John Gray, Silverpoints (1893)
* The title of this poem is often translated as "Lesbians"
Look where the sky against the sea-rim clings:
Foot stretches out to foot, and groping hands
Have languors soft and bitter shudderings.
Some, smitten hearts with the long secrecies,
On velvet moss, deep in the bowers' ease,
Prattling the love of timid infancies,
Are tearing the green bark from the young trees.
Others, like sisters slowly walk and grave;
By rocks that swarm with ghostly legions,
Where anthony saw surging on the waves
The purple breasts of his temptations.
-tr. John Gray, Silverpoints (1893)
* The title of this poem is often translated as "Lesbians"
I saw a new better TV at the donut shop with a science channel so.
Maybe the world is getting better.
Also pulling out of Afghanistan means money and energy freed up for making a difference in the war on terrorism with out using outdated models of dealing with confict and social problems. I say this because the super violence we are capable of is very different then the Korean War for example. As times change we adapt so human rights violations are not commited. Learning with a more complex understanding of what is meant by modern military equipment is helpful. Doing good in war torn countries should be natural. I am for a better world. Lets do it.
Also pulling out of Afghanistan means money and energy freed up for making a difference in the war on terrorism with out using outdated models of dealing with confict and social problems. I say this because the super violence we are capable of is very different then the Korean War for example. As times change we adapt so human rights violations are not commited. Learning with a more complex understanding of what is meant by modern military equipment is helpful. Doing good in war torn countries should be natural. I am for a better world. Lets do it.
It seems so but no no no
I have that right to walk away
To do what I want
As my life is my own
I am no animal
Leave me alone.
To do what I want
As my life is my own
I am no animal
Leave me alone.
This is real life not a video game. No rioting.
I would rather an earthquake happened. Selfish, crazy, and now the mess is really a year or more to heal, including police who are people, have families and are connected by degrees just like the entire bay area is. The ptsd is already a reality. You guys got to chill out.
My love for her is like a nice stab wound.
Then I am laughing and feeling good
Waking naked on furs there is no her
Lost of clothes it is challenging
But the business suit fits nicely
Time passes
And I wake again feeling great
Upon my king sized bed.
I thought it was the mens bathroom
Oh what a fool I was
To go where no man has gone before
Right through the door
And into the women's bathroom
A most unwise thing to do
A place even poets fear to tread
Clueless I was on the tiolet seat
With no idea of my predicament...
To be continued if I survive!
To go where no man has gone before
Right through the door
And into the women's bathroom
A most unwise thing to do
A place even poets fear to tread
Clueless I was on the tiolet seat
With no idea of my predicament...
To be continued if I survive!
Better than disco!!!
Sand covers your life
To go nowhere
I hide.
And the fields widen
With my imagination
Love entire
Love entire
If you can
In wonderland
A safe place idealy.
Not a joke.
I am not into giving sage advise on my blogs. There are at least 1000000 other wise people online to chose from, plus spituality and self help has billions of titles to bring you to perfect enlightenment!
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