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#51
I paint a picture of the days gone by
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Can't cope with the world
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#52
of course the world is a difficult place to cope. The Fires of the World are difficult to extinguish -- Greed, Anger and Desires, which we all exhibit to some degree or another. The key is to stay the middle path, you may stray to the right or left but you must always come back to the center. Your mind becomes calmer and clearer and your life shall run more smoothly than before.
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Posted:
#53
Quote Originally Posted by dytide:
I paint a picture of the days gone by
https://youtu.be/zCUxJFtTFNk
I paint a picture of the days gone by
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Great video, I watched it twice.
Posted:
#56
Proto, Go to your local bank get a lone for as much as possible, put your home up or whatever you have to do. Call your parents and any other loved ones and borrow to the hilt. Find some local wise guys and take out the biggest loan possible, who gives a fuck what the vig is! Spend a couple days panhandling and begging on off ramps and outside the mall. Once you have every dollar together go back to them same wise guys and tell them you want to lay every penny on LOTUS in the FORMULA 1 CONSTRUCTORS CHAMPIONSHIP 2011 on Friday May 6th at +150000! If you only get +100000 or even +50000 fuck it, still place the bet. In the mean time think about how your going to spend all that cash!!! If you lose tell everyone to go fuck themselves and jump off a tall building! Good luck buddy!
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#60
Crying my eyes out still but I have found a retreat in an old abandoned house. I had to go there because a new guy named biscuit told me he was gonna turn me into a lettuce head! I don't know what that means but it sounds like he may be a bully and may try to hit me with a billy stick. He is mad but I don't know why.
You see this is why I am losing the game of life and why I can't cope with the world. My good friend Ricardo turned on me and others like Biscuit are turning on me. I came to Covers to find acceptance and now you see people are starting to push me around. I've been thinking about this and yearning for a day when people are sweet to me. I posted a song for Mr. Biscuit maybe he will accept that as a peace offering.
In the mean time I have taken the appropriate steps to obliterate myself. Swift and fast lashes to the back with a pool skimmer have been applied. I pay a homeless guy to apply the lashes. Hard to accept that life has become this tough but at least I am punishing myself for it.
I'm thinking about becoming a trucker. Maybe attend a trucking seminar to learn how to go about it. Sounds like a good idea to me, just to get away from it all. If I could be a trucker it would be very easy to punish myself in my truck. I know that you can survive crashes better in those trucks so 1 way to punish would be to strap a helmet on and roll the truck sideways into a ravine. That would teach me. I can only hope that it will also please EBB.
Tender Love
You see this is why I am losing the game of life and why I can't cope with the world. My good friend Ricardo turned on me and others like Biscuit are turning on me. I came to Covers to find acceptance and now you see people are starting to push me around. I've been thinking about this and yearning for a day when people are sweet to me. I posted a song for Mr. Biscuit maybe he will accept that as a peace offering.
In the mean time I have taken the appropriate steps to obliterate myself. Swift and fast lashes to the back with a pool skimmer have been applied. I pay a homeless guy to apply the lashes. Hard to accept that life has become this tough but at least I am punishing myself for it.
I'm thinking about becoming a trucker. Maybe attend a trucking seminar to learn how to go about it. Sounds like a good idea to me, just to get away from it all. If I could be a trucker it would be very easy to punish myself in my truck. I know that you can survive crashes better in those trucks so 1 way to punish would be to strap a helmet on and roll the truck sideways into a ravine. That would teach me. I can only hope that it will also please EBB.
Tender Love
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Posted:
#63
No problem 29. I love the song it reminds me of days long past, days where I was relevant and could be myself and be free. The days before free base cocaine became the norm. I remember running through the fields of flowers, skipping through the fields. I smiled and caressed the flowers.
Those days were special to me. 29 I hope you find some peace in that song. I listen to it often. It makes me feel easy going and sometimes I caress myself. Let's not let anyone else know about this 29, it is somewhat embarrassing.
Those days were special to me. 29 I hope you find some peace in that song. I listen to it often. It makes me feel easy going and sometimes I caress myself. Let's not let anyone else know about this 29, it is somewhat embarrassing.
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Posted:
#67
I forgot to tell about how I have tried to turn things around recently. I went for a jog, yes I was going for exercise. As I was running some punks rode by and yelled at me. I didn't think anything else about it, typical alpha male behavior I though, until they came back by and were holding a pole vaulting pole out the window. They were behind me so I didn't see them and they blind sided me. I was knocked senseless by this senseless act of aggression.
Pissed at myself I pulled out the pepper spray I keep attached to my keys and pepper sprayed my eyes and inside my mouth. Screaming for help I ran faster than ever but the problem is I couldn't see from the pepper spray. So the punks had free shots at me. As I ran toward a the nearest store, they simply rode by over and over with the pole vault pole. They would sweep my legs out and laugh, then the next time they would hit me in the stomach and laugh. The third time was a shot to the head. Over and over they repeated this until I reached what I thought was the store.
However it was the man's house who caught me in the tree and shot me down with his shotgun. I wrote about this in another thread. It wasn't long ago. I gained my sight back just in time to see him swinging a ball and chain above his head, gaining momentum for some kind of stunning blow he had planned for me. He unleashed the blow and it hit me flush in the sternum. I tried to cry but couldn't. He had knocked me into the street and so I rolled to the other side of the street and off the cliff on the other side, just to get away from him. I tumbled down the ravine and screamed inside. I couldn't scream out loud, the blow had punished me too bad. I ended up catching a ride with a trucker back to my house. This is where I got the idea of maybe becoming a trucker. He gave me a pamphlet on trucking and wished me luck. As he was driving off I could hear him laughing.
So there it is, I did try to get exercise and look what happened. A peaceful journey turned into a hellish experience filled with pain. What doesn't kill us makes us smarter though. Once in the house I rolled myself in a rug and let myself roll down the long stairs in the rug. Once the rug ran out it was just me and the stairs. Oh how I hollered. I had punished myself for losing again though. Maybe I learned for next time. Time will tell if I am worth my salt but things aren't looking good.
If you leave me now *that is me under the bridge*
What a life
Pissed at myself I pulled out the pepper spray I keep attached to my keys and pepper sprayed my eyes and inside my mouth. Screaming for help I ran faster than ever but the problem is I couldn't see from the pepper spray. So the punks had free shots at me. As I ran toward a the nearest store, they simply rode by over and over with the pole vault pole. They would sweep my legs out and laugh, then the next time they would hit me in the stomach and laugh. The third time was a shot to the head. Over and over they repeated this until I reached what I thought was the store.
However it was the man's house who caught me in the tree and shot me down with his shotgun. I wrote about this in another thread. It wasn't long ago. I gained my sight back just in time to see him swinging a ball and chain above his head, gaining momentum for some kind of stunning blow he had planned for me. He unleashed the blow and it hit me flush in the sternum. I tried to cry but couldn't. He had knocked me into the street and so I rolled to the other side of the street and off the cliff on the other side, just to get away from him. I tumbled down the ravine and screamed inside. I couldn't scream out loud, the blow had punished me too bad. I ended up catching a ride with a trucker back to my house. This is where I got the idea of maybe becoming a trucker. He gave me a pamphlet on trucking and wished me luck. As he was driving off I could hear him laughing.
So there it is, I did try to get exercise and look what happened. A peaceful journey turned into a hellish experience filled with pain. What doesn't kill us makes us smarter though. Once in the house I rolled myself in a rug and let myself roll down the long stairs in the rug. Once the rug ran out it was just me and the stairs. Oh how I hollered. I had punished myself for losing again though. Maybe I learned for next time. Time will tell if I am worth my salt but things aren't looking good.
If you leave me now *that is me under the bridge*
What a life
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Posted:
#69
Mods feel free to combine this thread with the troubled waters thread. Now that I have thought about I think biscuit may be right. Maybe 2 threads are a bit too much 
PokinSmot earlier I stared at your avatar for 17 minutes straight. What a problem I have. It's like a yearning I have WTF????? Maybe I need a good flogging. Does anyone know a good flogger?
Smot that is a good idea. If I do volunteer work maybe I will feel better about myself and maybe I will be worth my salt.
PokinSmot earlier I stared at your avatar for 17 minutes straight. What a problem I have. It's like a yearning I have WTF????? Maybe I need a good flogging. Does anyone know a good flogger?
Smot that is a good idea. If I do volunteer work maybe I will feel better about myself and maybe I will be worth my salt.
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Posted:
#72
Quote Originally Posted by drJ:
youre an idiot if you dont go rich cougar hunting. you dismiss my grand muff dive in to the meat curtains of rolls and rolexes as if youre all that and a bag of chips. you think youre better than me because you have both your testicles...wait ive said too much.
youre an idiot if you dont go rich cougar hunting. you dismiss my grand muff dive in to the meat curtains of rolls and rolexes as if youre all that and a bag of chips. you think youre better than me because you have both your testicles...wait ive said too much.
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Posted:
#73
Quote Originally Posted by ProtoStar:
Mods feel free to combine this thread with the troubled waters thread. Now that I have thought about I think biscuit may be right. Maybe 2 threads are a bit too much
PokinSmot earlier I stared at your avatar for 17 minutes straight. What a problem I have. It's like a yearning I have WTF????? Maybe I need a good flogging. Does anyone know a good flogger?
Smot that is a good idea. If I do volunteer work maybe I will feel better about myself and maybe I will be worth my salt.
Mods feel free to combine this thread with the troubled waters thread. Now that I have thought about I think biscuit may be right. Maybe 2 threads are a bit too much
PokinSmot earlier I stared at your avatar for 17 minutes straight. What a problem I have. It's like a yearning I have WTF????? Maybe I need a good flogging. Does anyone know a good flogger?
Smot that is a good idea. If I do volunteer work maybe I will feel better about myself and maybe I will be worth my salt.
this is waht i been sayin all along proto ... why abondon that tourbled waters ... seems like u up to the same ole shit bud. proving your salt
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Posted:
#74
There was a Prince born in India long ago and he gave up all of his worldly possessions and status of his clan, the Sakya clan. His name was Prince Sakyamuni. Like you Proto, he saw the sufferings of the world and he left behind all of his worldly comforts to seek out answers. He even left behind his wife and son. His truths and universal laws are documented in The Three Fold Lotus Sutra. It would take years for me to divulge all of the teachings found in this book. Suffice it to say that if you learned even from one chapter, you would be on your way.
Your encounter with those thugs who hurt you with the pole vault implement was dramatic. I only wish I could have been there with my friend who is a Kendo expert. He would have hurt them pretty bad if he saw what they did to you. At the very least he would disable them so they could not hurt you or anyone else. At the worst they would all be dead. In Kendo you are trained to hit all vital areas with a wooden sword because you would be using a real in actual combat. The wooden sword can be just as deadly in the hands of an expert. A real sword, those hooligans would be running after one of their buddies fingers or hands or limbs woould be flying through the air. Maybe a head rolling on the ground would teach them a lesson.
Your encounter with those thugs who hurt you with the pole vault implement was dramatic. I only wish I could have been there with my friend who is a Kendo expert. He would have hurt them pretty bad if he saw what they did to you. At the very least he would disable them so they could not hurt you or anyone else. At the worst they would all be dead. In Kendo you are trained to hit all vital areas with a wooden sword because you would be using a real in actual combat. The wooden sword can be just as deadly in the hands of an expert. A real sword, those hooligans would be running after one of their buddies fingers or hands or limbs woould be flying through the air. Maybe a head rolling on the ground would teach them a lesson.
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