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May I take this opportunity to wish you all well in both health and wealth and happiness.

If the politicians don't get you first the rats and worms will!

Returns to hermitage.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N9sGd-JLvNA

Goodbye!!!!!

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"With every decision, think seven generations ahead of the consequences of your actions" Ute rule of life.
“We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children”― Chief Seattle
“Those Who Have the Privilege to Know Have the Duty to Act”…Albert Einstein

Bollocks to goodbye.
Breakfast is for wimps..

Everyday that is slept upon is a day wasted.
Mothy

The shadows that forfeit their bodies are a false shrine to the money mongrels that create war.

Mothy

The day was to be felt not persevered.

Mothy


Make money over man and you are as bad as the bankers.

Mothy

Birth is the start of bullsh*t , death is the end of it.

Mothy

compassion is often hindered by industrial steel works.

Mothy

Don't you clap your hands that is very rude.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gbxfe7DMxVo

The dead seagull industry at night the smell of wood and the crab set alight on the fire.

Magical mystical moon. I know!

You can't do anything about your length of your life but you can do something about its depth and its width.


So long as they tell you otherwise. eh!

"The dead seagull industry at night the smell of wood and the crab set alight on the fire."
You are a mentally ill person who should not be allowed on a computer, and put in a padded cell until the meds start working. You SHOULD be BANNED!!!!

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"With every decision, think seven generations ahead of the consequences of your actions" Ute rule of life.
“We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children”― Chief Seattle
“Those Who Have the Privilege to Know Have the Duty to Act”…Albert Einstein

I remember quite vividly when I was seven years old and having a fear of industry at night.
The coldness, lack of compassion and people becoming shadows to this dark giant machine that was so much in control in its blind progress. Suppressing the workers creativity and making them a dead clog in its monstrous mechanism.

Anyway on this particular Sunday night, it was dark, when we came across this dead seagull. I juxtaposed this death with the creative death of the worker.

A few years later me and some mates were fishing next to a wood yard, when one caught a live crab and threw /he/she onto this fire we built. The intensity of this reality has stayed with me to the present.

Sorry for the obscurity.

Those who keep their childhood qualities keep a certain integrity in adulthood.