Long ago before humans walked the earth a star fell from the sky.

As it fell it split in two, each half falling to earth in human form, each landing in a different place in the world.

Each half searched for the other, longing to find that which it had lost.

And, then, one day... they found each other and once again became one.

The other stars saw this whole process and were so touched that one by one they too began to fall to the earth splitting in half as they fell, knowing... hoping that they will one day find the other part of themselves.

And, so even today they search longingly.

wideawake74 is a UK hack who has NO BUSINESS as a mod.

Everyone needs to complain to NN and let them know.

wideawake74 doesn't believe in free speech, he doesn't think that anyone but HIM has the right to speak.

Visa agrees with me. No pennies to NN until he's gone.

"Hey, buddy... got a dime? Eh? Ya know... cause it don't mean a thing if it ain't got got that swing..."

Lucy says, "Hi, everyone. I'm cuter than you are."

Just an eye to the future.

I guess pretty much most of the people that I really care about are here.

So, when I'm gone... this is what I want read. Start and finish of the whole mess. Then pitch me in a hole and forget about me.

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No Tears For Me

Shed not thy tears for me
For, all life is never owned
It is only borrowed

I am only returning to that from whence I came
To where I belong
But -- I am no not gone away

I am still here
I will still be here with you
Each and every day

You will hear me each time the wind blows
You will know me each time the rain falls
You will feel me each time you walk without shoes on the fresh green grass

So, forget the me you thought you knew
Now you get to see the real me
Now you get to find out who I really am

Look at that which is all around you
That is the real me
Not some lump of flesh

I am the sky
The moon
The stars... so many of which are entire galaxies.
You just have to know how to look.

So, shed no tears for me
For I am finally happy again
At long last

---

Kev

A couple because they seem to be enjoyed by those I have shared them with.

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Forgotten
(for Tamara)

Before you I had forgotten.

I had no eyes to see,
I had no ears to hear.

I had forgotten how to see that someone can be beautiful inside as well as outside, how to see the tip of your smile, the secret wink in your eyes.

I had forgotten how to hear the lilt of your words.

Before I bent my knee and kissed your hand that first time.

I had forgotten.

I had forgotten what it was like to secretly giggle at our inside joke while holding hands.

I had forgotten what it was like to hold someone and quietly smell the faintest perfume on your shoulder when you were sleeping.

I had forgotten the thimble and Hook's watch.

I had forgotten.
... How to live.
... ... Until I bent down on one knee and kissed your hand that
very
first
time.

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Dragons

Where Shall You go?

Where shall you go, shining knight?
With no princess to rescue, no dragons left to slay?

Where shall you go?

Where shall your lance fall?
With no contenders to press the fight?

Where shall you go?

From whence shall your flags come?
With no ladies to represent in battle?

Where shall you go?

From whence shall her hand come?
With none shall a lady desir'ed be?

Where shall you go?

You may be the last.
With the last lady.
The last knight true.

You may be the last.
The last slayer of dragons of old.
The last heart true.

You may be the last.
Can it possibly be true?

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Tornado

A tornado whipped into my room tonight.

I was sleeping and it whipped in... and then gently held me in her giant, gentle hand.

She was... beautiful. Powerful, like a Valkyrie... yet gentle, like Venus' most tender touch. Like Athena, smiling with her logic and knowledge, or Sparta, the ultimate defender. Like Guinneverre... perfect in every way... and yet, perfectly flawed.

Her simple gaze as she sat with me for that moment made my soul melt... made me desire to dream what others dare not dream, made me want to know the simple pleasures that they dare not know.

... But... that dream is not mine. It is not for me, no matter how deeply I may desire it.

Call me not Lancelot for I am not that. More Merlin am I.

And, then I woke up. Longing.
The tears running down my face tell me only what they cannot know.

Yet.
... But, they will. They will. And, I would do ANYTHING to keep them from that.

Or me.

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I have so many more, but I suspect that you guys don't want to see most of them.

Kev.

This has protected me so many times. Thank you Frank Herbert.

"I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain."

Speaking of cute pics that don't really belong in our posted photos...




The free and the brave (you decide which is who)...


And...



"La-la-la-LAAAAA!"

This is our kitten, Doolittle. He's the result of a cute bomb exploding in a confined space. I wonder if being that cute is undignified for a male.

The PMS cure that everyone raves about (and has for hundreds of years):


What we call Bitchwort (because it... well, does what it says) is a 50/50 blend of two herbs put into size 0 capsules (but 00's will work if that's what you have).

The herbs are:
Viburnum opulus (common name "Cramp Bark", powdered.
Mitchella repens (common name "Squaw Vine", powdered.

Two or three capsules at the onset of symptoms. Repeat in 4 to 6 hours if needed.

Don't take more than 12 capsules in a day (it shouldn't be toxic even at 10 times that, but... just to err on the extra safe side).

Disclaimer:

This is offered as anecdotal documentation, only. Your milage may vary. See your doctor or other suitable health care professionals before taking any herbal supplement.