Your Idea . . .
- Thread starter Lanzman
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Also you could buy stock in Apple.
eh, better to look forward. Heck many of us wouldn't be born if our parents had the opportunity to look back and make different choices.
That's in the job requirements for those age groups I think.
I look at this way.. I did some really stupid things with lifetime consequences but if I hadn't done those particular stupid things I would have just done some other stupid things with different lifetime consequences. The point really is to look at today and think on how one could be less stupid both in the moment and for the future.
shhhh I am not of the body...? ahhhhhh... Landru forgive me! take me back ahhhhh hehehehe...
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sitting here with a friend listening to
[yt]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBumsaimh0A[/yt]
oh darn, friends, yep I actually have them..
asking my friend what paradise is ---
two answers first answer..
being in- rio de janeiro
https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipe..._Flamengo_visto_a_partir_do_morro_da_Urca.jpg
but what is paradise for my friend ---
having an orchestra perform with him while he plays his electronic music that he has written...
now me... think ing think ing..
nope there is not paradise so I have none.
I live life without that delusion better is not better greener grass is not greener grass and then you die die die.. hehehehe
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Water your grass today! It's the only grass you get!
A romantic vision of England, with lush fields, rolling hillsides dotted with sheep, with tidy little villages that you can get about in completely on foot, and travel between on a bike. Everyone has their own business or farm, no one goes without, and the days are filled with talk of literature, the drinking of Scotch, and gambols in the countryside.
The only made-man contraption making noise would be windmills, church bells, and bicycle gears. No attention-obsessed phones or cars.
The only made-man contraption making noise would be windmills, church bells, and bicycle gears. No attention-obsessed phones or cars.
What's my idea of Paradise?
How I'd always felt, ab ovo, with Judith. She was/is an Artiste (not like myself). She was so charming and articulate and sweet and adorable - beautiful, really. Just being around her was intoxicating - and not just for me. I remember the way she'd call out, sweetly "... garçon!" at the Bistrot La Minette, and he would practically trip over his own feet, in answer to her summons. Of all my features, some of which, I'd naturally expect her to find quite wonderful, it was my "sensitive eyes," as she called them, that had won her over. So, when she'd given me one of her rings one day, I didn't understand, what it meant, or why she'd done it. I would've taken it for a mere Token of Affection, except for her solemn expression. But from then on, she was out of my Life. The ring itself is in a jewel case, stored somewhere, with other Odds & Ends™ from elsewhere. I still think about her, sometimes. It's been so long now, that I can't say that I even know her, anymore, really. I do know that I've never felt like I did around her with anyone else, since then. But if I could find that, again ...
that would be my idea of Paradise.
How I'd always felt, ab ovo, with Judith. She was/is an Artiste (not like myself). She was so charming and articulate and sweet and adorable - beautiful, really. Just being around her was intoxicating - and not just for me. I remember the way she'd call out, sweetly "... garçon!" at the Bistrot La Minette, and he would practically trip over his own feet, in answer to her summons. Of all my features, some of which, I'd naturally expect her to find quite wonderful, it was my "sensitive eyes," as she called them, that had won her over. So, when she'd given me one of her rings one day, I didn't understand, what it meant, or why she'd done it. I would've taken it for a mere Token of Affection, except for her solemn expression. But from then on, she was out of my Life. The ring itself is in a jewel case, stored somewhere, with other Odds & Ends™ from elsewhere. I still think about her, sometimes. It's been so long now, that I can't say that I even know her, anymore, really. I do know that I've never felt like I did around her with anyone else, since then. But if I could find that, again ...
that would be my idea of Paradise.
... you are wise... <small bow>
I'm down for that.
A nice, large Andrew Lloyd Wright house in the woods. Beyond that, a grassy field. The house has an art studio, a library, a gym, a computer room, and an awesome kitchen. Two cats. Few visitors.
Yeah, Andrew Lloyd Wright is a much better architect than Frank Lloyd Webber is a composer.
Think of the music coming from the woods.
