| August 6th, 2004 12:49 PM |
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| Some Guy |
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Lambchop* wrote:
No - I'm quite certain it was you...you mentioned it felt like a finger.
your mammas finger |
| August 6th, 2004 12:54 PM |
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| Lambchop* |
quote:
Some Guy wrote:
your mammas finger
You may have been dreaming about that - but I'm quite certain it was Bloozehound's petite trigger of luv.
I miss your old avatar. I could smell the BO through my screen...
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| August 6th, 2004 01:00 PM |
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Lambchop* wrote:
You may have been dreaming about that - but I'm quite certain it was Bloozehound's petite trigger of luv.
I miss your old avatar. I could smell the BO through my screen...
what's wrong with the world mama?
people livin like they ain't got no mamas.
i think the whole world's addicted to the drama,
only attracted to things that'll bring the trauma.
overseas, yeah, we trying to stop terrorism,
but we still got terrorists hear livin
in the USA, the big CIA the blood through the cripts of the KKK.
but if you only have love for your own race,
then you only leave space to dicriminate,
and to discriminate only generates hate,
and when you hate then you're bound to get irate.
madness is what you demonstrate,
and that's exactly how anger works and operates.
man, ya gotta have love to set it strait.
take control of your mind and meditate.
let your soul gravitate to the love ya'll
{chorus-justin}
people killin, people dyin,
children hurtin, you hear them cryin.
can you practice what you preach,
and would you turn the other cheek?
father, father, father help us
send some guidance from above.
these people got me, got me questionin,
where is the love?
(where is the love,
where is the,
where is the love,
the love, the love)
it just ain't the same.
all ways have changed.
new days are strange.
is the world still the same?
if love and peace are so strong,
why are there pieces of love that don't belong?
nations dropping bombs.
chemical gases fillin lungs of little ones,
with ongoing suffering as the youth die young.
so ask yourself, is the lovin really caused
so i can ask myself, really what is goin on
in this world that we livin in
people keep on givin in
makin wrong decisions,
only visions of a different end
not respectin each other
i and my brother
a war's goin on but the reason's undercover
the truth is kept secret
and swept under the rug
if you never know truth then you never know love
where's the love ya'll? (i dunno know)
where's the truth ya'll? (i dunno know)
{chorus}
i feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
as i'm gettin older ya'll people gets colder
most of us only care about money-makin
selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
wrong information always shown by the media
negative images is the main criteria
infecting the young minds faster than bacteria
kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
what ever happened to the values of humanity?
what ever happend to the fairness and equality?
instead of spreading love we spreading animosity
like us understanding leading us away from unity
that's the reason why sometimes i'm feelin under
that's the reason why sometimes i'm feelin down
there's no wonder why some times i'm feelin under
gotta keep my faith alive till love is found
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| August 6th, 2004 01:06 PM |
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| August 6th, 2004 01:09 PM |
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| Some Guy |
Don't-cha know that I love you
Honest I do
I'd never place no other above you
Don't-cha know that I love you
Stop drivin' me mad
When I woke up this mornin'
I never felt so bad
Don't tell me you love me
Stop drivin' me mad
You're the sweetest little woman
that I ever had
Please tell me you love me
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| August 6th, 2004 01:09 PM |
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| Bloozehound |
quote:
Lambchop* wrote:
but I'm quite certain it was Bloozehound's petite trigger of luv.
lmao
some very interesting topics going on at RO's today |
| August 6th, 2004 01:10 PM |
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| Some Guy |
quote:
Bloozehound wrote:
lmao
some very interesting topics going on at RO's today
Bloozer, I got your back, my nizzle. |
| August 6th, 2004 01:10 PM |
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| not bound to please |
Brits Say 'Blues Brothers' Best Soundtrack
2 hours, 34 minutes ago
LONDON - "The Blues Brothers" was rated the best movie sound track in a British straw vote. It nipped the sound tracks of "Pulp Fiction" and "Trainspotting" in a vote conducted for British Broadcasting Corp. digital radio.
"It's a 'Sound of Music' for hipsters, a film that lives and breathes music," said Andrew Collins, who drew 10,000 voters for his survey.
The stars of the 1980 film, John Belushi (news) and Dan Aykroyd (news), sang several of the songs including "Everybody Needs Somebody to Love" and the theme from "Rawhide." Guest appearances included Ray Charles in "Shake Your Tailfeather," James Brown in "The Old Landmark," Aretha Franklin in "Think" and Cab Calloway with "Minne the Moocher."
Not one of the top 10 in the BBC vote placed in a similar survey done three years ago by British radio station Classic FM, in which "Star Wars" came in first, followed by "Gone with the Wind" and "Lawrence of Arabia."
The BBC vote for best film sound track (with vote share):
1. "The Blues Brothers" (19 percent)
2. "Pulp Fiction" (18)
3. "Trainspotting" (17)
4. "Saturday Night Fever" (11)
5. "Dirty Dancing" (10)
6. "Grosse Point Blank" (8)
7. "Kill Bill" Vols. 1&2 (6)
8. "The Royal Tenenbaums" (4)
8. "Lost In Translation" (4)
10. "Fight Club" (3)
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| August 6th, 2004 01:11 PM |
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| Lambchop* |
quote:
Some Guy wrote:
Bloozer, I got your back, my nizzle.
get a room!
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| August 6th, 2004 01:12 PM |
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| Some Guy |
Good effort, nbtp |
| August 6th, 2004 01:14 PM |
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| jb |
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Some Guy wrote:
Good effort, nbtp
 Go Big Blue!!!! |
| August 6th, 2004 01:17 PM |
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| Lambchop* |
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jb wrote:
Go Big Blue!!!!
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| August 6th, 2004 01:19 PM |
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[quote]jb wrote
Today is just the same as any other day to me.
Walking wall to wall to pass the time, i picture what it's like on the other side.
Because i'm here on the inside of blue, without you.
Day in day out on and on ... i'm missing you.
Nothing seems to work as well, my face in the mirror looks like hell. i think i need to see a doctor.
I watch the slow hand move line by line. i can't even think of the words that rhyme.
Day in day out on and on ... i'm missing you.
Some days it feels, just like falling down.
Some days it's easy, just like falling down.
Some days it's real, just like falling down.
Some days it's easy, just like falling down.
Day in day out on and on ... i'm missing you |
| August 6th, 2004 01:20 PM |
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| Bloozehound |
how is the weather there today someguy ? |
| August 6th, 2004 01:29 PM |
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| Some Guy |
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Bloozehound wrote:
how is the weather there today someguy ?
I can't get over it. It is perfect! A low of 58! Sunny! A cold front moved all up in here.
Tomorrow partly horrible with a chance of dangerous in the city. |
| August 6th, 2004 01:40 PM |
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quote:
Some Guy wrote:
I can't get over it. It is perfect! A low of 58! Sunny! A cold front moved all up in here.
Tomorrow partly horrible with a chance of dangerous in the city.
A Chicken in Every Driveway
Fri Aug 6, 7:55 AM ET Add Top Stories - Los Angeles Times to My Yahoo!
By Ellen Barry Times Staff Writer
FITZGERALD, Ga. — At the end of the day in Fitzgerald, when shop owners hang up "closed" signs and the fierce heat fades a little, chickens come out of the shadows. They hop across Main Street, tail feathers arching delicately behind them. They scratch and scratch on lawns, with one ropy foot cocked in the air. Roosters, their wattles electric red, chase hens around azaleas.
It's been 30 years since wild chickens began roaming the streets here, the unintended result of an experiment by the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. As their numbers increased, people learned to accommodate and even appreciate them: Traffic stops while rows of fluffy chicks cross to safety and hop up on the curb, one by one. "Love Dem Wild Chickens," reads a bumper sticker distributed by the city's tourism office.
But this summer, residents have split over the chickens. Some hail the chickens as the last genetic link to the red jungle fowl, the revered pets of the Egyptian pharaohs, and demand that they be protected.
Others say they have had enough: Enough dead-of-night crowing, enough scratching and enough defecating. They describe an occasion when a chicken — the breed can fly whole city blocks — hurtled through a plate-glass window in the office of a prominent local lawyer.
Fed-up homeowners have petitioned city and state officials for humane ways to reduce the population; methods discussed include spraying eggs with mineral oil to prevent them from hatching, or distributing a medication that would reduce the sex drive of roosters.
No easy solution has emerged, and over the course of the summer the rhetoric has turned caustic.
Among the proposals presented to the City Council was one to donate the chickens to homeless people, who "might appreciate more protein in their diets."
"We don't hate chickens," said Diana Pate of the Fitzgerald Citizens Committee for Wild Chicken Deportation. "Chickens are here for a purpose. God planted chickens here to feed people."
No one ever intended to settle hundreds — some say thousands — of wild chickens around the front porches and scattered palm trees of this south Georgia city, population 8,700.
In the late 1960s, a government biologist named Gardiner Bump asked to use a fish hatchery in the woods nearby to introduce an exotic bird to the Georgia forest — one that he thought could become a craze among hunters, like the runaway success of the ringneck pheasant, a bird from China that was propagated in North Dakota.
The bird in question was the Burmese red jungle fowl, native to central India. The ancient progenitor of all breeds of domestic chickens, the red jungle fowl is small, brilliantly colored, audacious, flighty and erratic.
Under the Raj in India, British officers had considered them prime hunting birds. They raved about them — when flushed, the birds "blasted into the air with a flurry of wings," said I. Lehr Brisbin Jr., a professor of biology at the University of Georgia, an authority on the bird.
Bump had heard that "a man could hunt them with pride," Brisbin said.
The experiment in Georgia, however, was disastrous. When released, the birds exploded into the air as expected — but they perished in the woods, and their chicks were gobbled up by raccoons and foxes.
By the mid-1970s, the results were so discouraging that the remaining birds were killed, their eggs destroyed and the experiment shut down, said Frank Parrish, 74, who retired from the Georgia Department of Natural Resources after 30 years.
"Poor Dr. Bump," Brisbin said. "He tried hard. He meant well."
Not all the birds died — that much is clear — but residents have competing explanations for how they wound up on the streets. Some think that a few survived, unbeknownst to state authorities, in the dark of Georgia's pine forest.
The more commonly accepted explanation is Parrish's: that a well-connected Fitzgerald man — whose name has remained a secret — persuaded the hatchery superintendent to give him a few red jungle fowl eggs, which he slipped under a bantam hen to raise. The chicks bonded with their adoptive mother and went on to breed with bantams, and were allowed to roam free, Parrish said.
The descendants settled on the west side, among the stately houses of the city's leading families. Nesting in rain gutters and shade trees, they wake before dawn and spend the day hopping from one yard to another, scratching for bugs in the dirt. They have little apparent fear of humans or animals.
"You know, cats are kind of scared of them," said Gerald Thompson, 69, Fitzgerald's mayor.
The size of the population is a matter of debate. Jan Gelders, 56, a local activist and founder of the For the Birds Campaign, estimated its size at a few hundred.
Pate, 56, a former high school classmate, disagreed.
"A couple hundred my foot," Pate said. "We probably have 10 to 12,000 chickens."
To Brisbin, the flock offers a tantalizing opportunity for scientists to study the ways of the chicken. The Fitzgerald flock may well be unique in the world, he said; without medical care, it has apparently overcome diseases and parasites that kill off free-ranging chickens everywhere. Safe from predators, the birds are flourishing in something close to a pure chicken society.
Roosters joust for dominance, hens coolly assess potential mates, and chicks scramble to survive infancy.
If the residents or poultry industry were willing to pay a stipend of $30,000, an enterprising graduate student could "get to know them, live with them, become the Jane Goodall of chickens, and write a thesis," Brisbin said. But residents seem to be looking for a more direct plan of action.
Some of them have long since taken matters into their own hands, despite laws against using firearms and laying out poison within city limits. An item on last week's police blotter, printed in the local paper, read simply: "Someone shoots wild chickens, 100 block Savannah Street, July 21, 9:23 p.m."
"A lot of guys I know run over them," said Britt Benoit, 16. "The ladies will see them do it and call the police. I've heard of people shooting them with BB's. I've heard of people poisoning the chickens."
Melissa Burgess, 41, a hospital collections agent, said she had been charmed by the chickens, like everyone else, before she moved to a handsome home on Lee Street. Soon, she found herself devoting nearly an hour every day to replacing landscaping mulch the chickens had disrupted while she was at work. The crowing jerked her out of sleep at 3 a.m. and 4 a.m. morning after morning.
This spring, she began collecting signatures for a petition asking the Georgia Department of Natural Resources to take steps "to eliminate the wild chicken population."
About 700 residents signed the petition, but Burgess was pained to realize that many of her neighbors were unsympathetic. They did not seem to care "how many people were bothered" by the chickens, Burgess said. "Tormented is a better word. Some people are tormented."
Indeed, the push for population control has prompted a wave of support for the chickens. Under the auspices of her organization, Gelders and her supporters collected 1,300 signatures to protect the birds. A City Council meeting last month drew 80 people, evenly divided, said Tim Anderson, editor of the local Herald-Leader. As far as Anderson knows, it was the largest attendance at a council meeting ever.
Gelders tirelessly praises the birds' virtues — the two dozen excitable wild chickens roosting in her backyard, for example, more than adequately perform the function of a guard dog. She gives dark warnings about the surge in insect population that might result if the chickens were removed.
And she happily shares her research into the history of the Burmese red jungle fowl. To Gelders' annoyance, many people still consider them to be chickens, and mongrel chickens, at that.
"How do you inform south Georgia rural people that something that looks like a chicken and walks like a chicken, and sometimes clucks like a chicken, is something more than a chicken — it's special and rare?" she said.
A large number of Gelders' neighbors support her campaign out of simple affection.
"I love to hear them crowing early in the morning," said Alice Register, 67, who works at Holt's Bakery. "I love to hear them running in the alley. I love to see them jumping around with the squirrels."
Lately, when people recognize Gelders from news coverage, she takes a step back, waiting to hear what side they are on before continuing the conversation. Business owners tiptoe around the subject. "The birds have become too political," Gelders said.
From the sanctuary of his office, Thompson has watched the latest round of squabbling with the heavy-lidded gaze of a man who has won eight consecutive mayoral elections.
For the 36 years he has been mayor, Thompson has avoided taking any public position on the chickens, an issue that emerges and recedes every few years.
At public meetings, Thompson sets strict limits on advocates' speaking times, and he recently calmed the waters by appointing a committee to examine the problem. (The panel, which was engineered to include an equal number of pro- and anti-chicken advocates, has not held a meeting.)
Among his constituents are those who whisper that he is a chicken supporter; others say, with equal certainty, that he can't stand the birds.
Asked about it, he gives a little smile.
"A lot of folks would like to blame somebody and see it get all hostile," Thompson said. "But we just don't need that."
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| August 6th, 2004 01:47 PM |
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http://ladynwavsone.com/whenyouwalk.html |
| August 6th, 2004 02:23 PM |
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| Lambchop* |
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jb wrote:
http://ladynwavsone.com/whenyouwalk.html
That was brilliant Joshy!
Kenneth Anger would be proud...!
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| August 6th, 2004 02:27 PM |
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quote:
Lambchop* wrote:
That was brilliant Joshy!
Kenneth Anger would be proud...!
you took the words right outta my mouth |
| August 6th, 2004 03:29 PM |
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Exile is the most expansive of the stones album,mixing is very row and some people who likes albuns like Some Girls or Tattoo you doesnt like it sometimes .Its not a commercial album even in 72 when the soft rock was topping charts but it was sucesful because of the attitude of the songs.Exile is a great album and it doesnt compares with no other stones albuns because its the only double studio album of their career. |
| August 7th, 2004 06:00 AM |
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tumbling dice wrote:
Exile is the most expansive of the stones album
"expansive"
i KNEW I used the right word.
(Posted August 5th, 2004 11:42 PM) |
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