Sorry if I offended Buffy!!![]()
Sorry if I offended Buffy!!![]()
Small and dangerous with a sting in my tail!!
my first answer would be a gram of Charlie or a couple of pills.. but the thought of how much $$ it costs over here makes me decidely unhappy![]()
so.. kids, mrs, bike and knowing i'm not in blighty and in this lovely country ..even though the happy drugs cost too much![]()
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Mr Motu and I are the resident cynics. We are both old and grumpy. And by no means convinced that happiness exists, and quite certain that if it does, it is wasted on the young. I distrust happiness, it's just a malevolent trick by those three ghastly old biddies ('tis OK, I'll wait while you find your Greek lexicon) to lure you into a false sense of security - before they drop the boom on you.Originally Posted by BuFfY
Karma, you see, if you are happy in this life , you may be sure that you'll pay for it, with compound interest, in the next. Whereas, making sure you stay miserable in THIS life, maybe means you get to feature in the next one as something that's an improvement on humankind
And look how *he* ended up!Were I (who to my cost already am
One of those strange, prodigious creatures, man)
A spirit free to choose, for my own share,
What case of flesh and blood I pleased to wear,
I'd be a dog, a monkey or a bear,
Or anything but that vain animal
Who is so proud of being rational.
Originally Posted by skidmark
Originally Posted by Phil Vincent
I thought Karma worked the other way round Ixion.. until you find teh zen of happiness you'll keep coming back until you get it right... and each time teh experiences get harder with the stuff you struggled with last time!Originally Posted by Ixion
Fuckin Hippy!!!! Best thing they can do with grumpy old men is send 'em back to 'Go" and don't give 'em $200
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You *optimist*, you
Originally Posted by skidmark
Originally Posted by Phil Vincent
pass the doobie and skin up!!!
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OI!!!!!! boopmer share and share alike I say... Wheres mine.???
We are long term married men - we helped Happyness pack her bags and wing her way into the sunset....then we mowed the lawns.
Doing something she doesn't approve off....and getting away with it makes me happy.....
As soon as i get a toke and you make sure your on me left she's all yours... Now Ixion.. HURRY up!!!
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* Just knowing that the people I care about are happy/safe/healthy/doing well.
* To be loved and cared about (which I am, hence I'm on top of the world!!)
* Going for a blast with my close mates.
* Achieving the goals that I set for myself.
* Helping people.
Aye Indeed. And yet -- sometimes, doing something she does approve of - and getting caught- makes me happy. I'm sorry, I'm working on that weakness.Originally Posted by Motu
Happiness?? M'Andrew knew the secret as few men else
Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream,
An', taught by time, I tak' it so -- exceptin' always Steam.
From coupler-flange to spindle-guide I see Thy Hand, O God --
Predestination in the stride o' yon connectin'-rod.
John Calvin might ha' forged the same -- enorrmous, certain, slow --
Ay, wrought it in the furnace-flame -- ~my~ "Institutio".
...
"~Better the sight of eyes that see than wanderin' o' desire!~"
Ye mind that word? Clear as our gongs -- again, an' once again,
When rippin' down through coral-trash ran out our moorin'-chain;
An' by Thy Grace I had the Light to see my duty plain.
Light on the engine-room -- no more -- bright as our carbons burn.
I've lost it since a thousand times, but never past return.
. . . . .
...
They're all awa'! True beat, full power, the clangin' chorus goes
Clear to the tunnel where they sit, my purrin' dynamos.
Interdependence absolute, foreseen, ordained, decreed,
To work, Ye'll note, at any tilt an' every rate o' speed.
Fra' skylight-lift to furnace-bars, backed, bolted, braced an' stayed,
An' singin' like the Mornin' Stars for joy that they are made;
While, out o' touch o' vanity, the sweatin' thrust-block says:
"Not unto us the praise, or man -- not unto us the praise!"
Now, a' together, hear them lift their lesson -- theirs an' mine:
"Law, Orrder, Duty an' Restraint, Obedience, Discipline!"
Mill, forge an' try-pit taught them that when roarin' they arose,
An' whiles I wonder if a soul was gied them wi' the blows.
Oh for a man to weld it then, in one trip-hammer strain,
Till even first-class passengers could tell the meanin' plain!
But no one cares except mysel' that serve an' understand
My seven thousand horse-power here.
Eh, Lord! They're grand -- they're grand!
Uplift am I? When first in store the new-made beasties stood,
Were Ye cast down that breathed the Word declarin' all things good?
Not so! O' that warld-liftin' joy no after-fall could vex,
Ye've left a glimmer still to cheer the Man -- the Arrtifex!
~That~ holds, in spite o' knock and scale, o' friction, waste an' slip,
An' by that light -- now, mark my word -- we'll build the Perfect Ship.
I'll never last to judge her lines or take her curve -- not I.
But I ha' lived an' I ha' worked. 'Be thanks to Thee, Most High!
An' I ha' done what I ha' done -- judge Thou if ill or well --
Always Thy Grace preventin' me. . . .
Originally Posted by skidmark
Originally Posted by Phil Vincent
Originally Posted by BuFfY
Never opening the sad, depressing or crash threads.
Riding inbetween somewhere and somewhere else on a fine day with my visor open ... the feeling of going fast, air up my nose with nobody in front of me (and no where to be might i add).
Eating chocolate, drinking Jack and rooting in the back of the ute.![]()
(Good kiwi gal).
Mrs.
It's unreal here. Use to get Mitsubishis for $30, thats the cheapest i could them. The last micros i had were crap.. back to picking mushrooms..Originally Posted by boomer
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