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#81
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...now that Marley's gone. ;)
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I demand his ressurection for one last poem!
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#83
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He's gotta point! Maybe I can right my own...
Milktoaste was so little known, That beneath the radar he had flown, Till the strategy he had sown, Reaked of apathy and alliances blown. Now all celebrate his doom, The unworthy sealed deep in his tomb, "Will he make the effort?" no longer assumed, His death easily could have come one too soon.;)
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"The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, that whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin" Stephen Mitchell |
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It's spelled 'milquetoast'. Everybody keeps getting it wrong:rolleyes:
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"The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, that whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin" Stephen Mitchell |
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I guess you got it wrong when you signed up then too.
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Actually mispelling it is a play on the word itself, really I do that just for me. I am signed up with the same spelling on every thread I'm on.
It originated from a conversation regarding racial slurs aimed towards white people. And it seems to fit me personaly. So no, I didn't got it wrong when I signed up then too.
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"The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, that whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin" Stephen Mitchell |
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Well, we aren't getting it wrong when we spell it the same way as you then- really that's a but much to say you're going to spell it one way, but we're supposed to spell it another way
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#88
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No no, I was just kidding because you spelled it "milkytoaste", with a 'y'. Now I guess I could consider that a playful jab or an insult depending on upbringing. I like to believe you were trying to insult me, but only because that's more interesting. However, my thread name 'milktoaste' is a purposeful mispelling, and you can keep on misspelling it however you like as long as it makes you happy.
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"The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, that whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin" Stephen Mitchell |
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I still think Marley needs to come give you a proper burial.
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I can agree with that, but he's like twice dead now isn't he? Maybe you could write alittle sweet goodbye for me NE. :) I was laughing while I wrote it, but now I'm kinda interested in what you'd come up with.
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"The physical body is acknowledged as dust, the personal drama as delusion. It is as if the world we perceive through our senses, that whole gorgeous and terrible pageant, were the breath-thin surface of a bubble, and everything else, inside and outside, is pure radiance. Both suffering and joy come then like a brief reflection, and death like a pin" Stephen Mitchell |
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