Fuck the Parkinson's, the Dr just gave me a reason to smoke MORE!

fluffhead

Recovering Idealist
Oh, I am TOTALLY sure. :brow:
Is this you? :smug:
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Bob Loblaw

Astralnaut
you know when you've heard, sung, screamed, etc. - the lyrics to a song that you're not a huge fan of, but is catchy, around a lot when you were young, and never paid a single bit of attention to the actual words and then you do and realize that you were drunkenly singing about cyclical alcoholism the whole time? damn you weezer, say it ain't so.
 

Tweek

Well-Known Member
I know MoM hates the double posts, but I would feel bad putting this in the same box as bad prostate exam jokes...you can whip me later :whip:


Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Mary Elizabeth Frye
 

grokit

well-worn member
Mary Elizabeth Frye (November 13, 1905 – September 15, 2004) was a Baltimore housewife and florist, best known as the author of the poem Do not stand at my grave and weep, written in 1932.

She was orphaned at the age of three and moved to Baltimore when she was twelve. She was an avid reader with a remarkable memory. In 1927 she married Claud Frye, who ran a clothing business, while she grew and sold flowers. The poem for which she became famous was originally composed on a brown paper shopping bag. Because people liked her twelve-line, untitled verse, she made many copies and circulated them privately. She never published or copyrighted the poem.

The identity of the author of the poem was unknown until the late 1990s, when Frye revealed that she had written it. Her claim was confirmed in 1998 after research by Abigail Van Buren.
 

Tweek

Well-Known Member
Don't blow that load
my lover
I just got the sheeeets laundered
Is it so hard
to keep control?
Baby you don't
understand this woman
no more

So dont blow that load
or you can hit the roaaad
and I'll do just fine
with this vibrating friend
of miiiine
 

mvapes

Scratchin' Glass!
Accessory Maker
i'm starting to come to grips with the fact that oils are changing the game. It's hard not to love everything about the oil. My consumption has changed so much, flowers aren't being used as much around here.

Cool, but sad at the same time.
 

Tweek

Well-Known Member
i'm starting to come to grips with the fact that oils are changing the game. It's hard not to love everything about the oil. My consumption has changed so much, flowers aren't being used as much around here.

Cool, but sad at the same time.

I love oils. Used to be weirded out by them, but they are the best for being discreet. Just wish I had better access to them here...perhaps one day, we will catch up.

Wax is still my favourite though.
 

mvapes

Scratchin' Glass!
Accessory Maker
I love when people start a thread with like a 1000 word post asking for advice on something. I would love to follow their post with 1 word answers like "yes" or "meh" or "nope"

:lmao:

And tweek - here butter is another consistency of oil. It almost looks like jam but spreads really easy. (giggity)
 
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