Vanir Thunder Dojo Tan

I'd have to say: Because he cannot have realized the cause of weeping...

Re-read that as literal, not as referential; war (regardless of art) is caused only by wicked pursuits. weather war is the cure for wicked karma or initiated by a wicked pursuit, it is irrelevant. War cannot come about without wicked intent in the before or the during... and often harbors a lot of wickedness in the aftermath. THE BOOK, yeah, read that shit!

you just beat that quote at its own game!!!

To take up a position of empire, statehood, nationality, or dominion is to become assailable. The art of war is in and of itself null and void. War has no value for the humane, the humble and correct, the meek and the sacred; war only serves to promote false premise, for the truth is self evident and needs not fight for supremacy.

well I've confirmed that the bums is the only place it does that... if it's just me it's also just ttb so that's weird...

the art of war, for all I care, is reserved only for the wicked of heart.

"my" art is... yeah, terrible. at best... constant struggle between reality acceptable, and reality "fantasy"... perpetually lost in thought, no adobe. http://rjthorwip.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-priestess-of-righteousness.html

to come and join us would be to throw it away; let us eat, instead

An emptiness; reflecting.

I am... but i can only speak for myself. then again, I cant "just fuck" anyways

Yes, I do, but I came back just to tell you so!

might "just be" my tinnitus... but half of it I can "control" and "listen to music" whenever I damn well please and the other half is a constant droning hum/om/tone which sometimes fluccuates and often times includes a long reverberation of an infinitesimally distant "piiinnnnnnnnnnnn-------g" which can last anywhere from a few seconds to whole minutes. but the hum is eternal. edit: added 'which'

or water boarding. Oar, I mean. In the water. Fantasy for you. punctuates our lives. Lacking mental clarity: Awareness Drifts off... To fill with haiku; golden words woven in repairing loose threads.

I'm not a yogi yet, but I guess I can follow that... since I can hear exactly that... I came in thinking "its the deepest sound you can make and would resonate with your whole being, shaking your roots" but what you said is probably better.

I wish I understood the purpose of the comment box!

hence "just making fun" it's like a racist joke... butr im not racist, just a jester no offense to anyone I hope!!!

wow, I rally like this thread! I wantto learn more! Especially about a/the lunar calendar!! Isnt it a 13 month calendar? I would love to learn more

Cat deprived, dogless. Such is the Asian cuisine... I'm just makin' fun...

Yes it was, that was the first time it was blatantly obvious... there were other times before that but I wasn't paying as much attention... it's how I started noticing. Im using IE, with absolutely no addons... no toolbars or anything. But if no one else has had this problem, I might have a virus/trogan

Been there, done that, already gone... i have no life. i am merely alive.

No kidding?? I just got mine all set for recording music to MP3!

come sit gently down we're mixing up languages! Diese gute Bratwurst!

I think the proper phrase to relate to this with is: "Work in progress"

I tried "Salvia" once... I was told it was smoked and had a metallic taste... I smoked it, had no taste, got a mild headache, but experienced nothing out of the ordinary. When I compress a simple breath in my core, I get better highs than I do from alcohol or tobacco... or apparently salvia. When I compress a toke of the weed, I can see through reality... or maybe I am hallucinating.

I'll exhale for the frogs. but I hope you don't mind the smell of goat poo...