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Sociology > Depression |
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"Teilhard Knight" |
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03 Jul 2003 02:12:40 PM |
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So what do you mean |
When you say you fel like *****? ***** doesn't feel, as far as I know. And if
you mean feeling like you being *****, well, I do not think ***** gives a damn
for being *****.
I feel like *****.
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Teilhard Knight
The Extraterrestrial
Who ate my sandwich?
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| User: "Alan Harding" |
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| Title: Re: So what do you mean |
03 Jul 2003 02:38:42 PM |
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In article <be1v7a$df03$1@ID-140630.news.dfncis.de>, Teilhard Knight
<teilhk@yifan.net> writes
When you say you fel like *****? ***** doesn't feel, as far as I know. And if
you mean feeling like you being *****, well, I do not think ***** gives a damn
for being *****.
I feel like *****.
I feel like ***** would feel if it felt like me.
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Alan@harding.demon.co.uk = Alan Harding =
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The opinions given above may be mine. They might also
just be what I feel like saying right now, okay?
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| User: "Criswell The Psychic Weatherman" |
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| Title: Re: So what do you mean |
03 Jul 2003 05:58:33 PM |
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Teilhard Knight wrote:
When you say you fel like *****? ***** doesn't feel, as far as I know. And if
you mean feeling like you being *****, well, I do not think ***** gives a damn
for being *****.
I feel like *****.
--
Teilhard Knight
The Extraterrestrial
Who ate my sandwich?
Do you *really* want this explained?
OK. Scroll down.
Nobody likes *****. Nobody talks about *****. ***** is a necessary body
by-product, but nobody, other than a nurse, will ever ask you about your *****.
"Did you have a bowel movement today?" "So, what color was your log today?"
When was the last time anyone asked you such a question? In your baby pee-pee
ca-ca days? Did anyone discuss it in school? At work? Of course not. Nobody
talks about *****, because nobody wants to acknowledge the existance of *****.
[Apart from the fact that nature makes it a great fertilizer and recycler, but
do you proudly tell your co-workers, "I sold my feces to a farm and recycled it
today!"? Could you tell your family at the dinner table, "My log was green
today. What color was yours?"
Do you remember the scene in "The Littlest Emperor" where his advisors said,
"The Emperor needs more iron in his diet"? Of course, since he was the Emperor,
his ***** was worth studying and analyzing for his health. But, how many of us
get that kind of treatment? Who looks at your ***** and determines what you need
in your diet? Do you even look at your own *****? Or do you blindly flush it
away without looking?
So, when I say I feel like *****, I mean something that everyone would prefer to
be rid of, and that nobody will talk about, the most shunned, least important
biological waste product known to exist. When you feel like *****, there isn't a
lot of room to feel much worse. To feel like ***** is to be as significant as
what you flush down the toilet, what passes through your cesspools and your
sewers, what breeds rats, diseases, vermin, and all manner of creatures you
would prefer not to think of, let alone encounter.
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"A belief is not merely an idea the mind possesses;
it is an idea that possesses the mind." Robert Bolton
Criswell The Psychic Weatherman
ssenate@mindless.com
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