Real-time Mind Control Zombie Zot

http://www.MindControlUSA.com ^ | 12/23/06 | BibleBabe1

[BibleBabe1]

Remote detection satellites are used by the intelligence branch of the military to conduct mind control exercises in the theater of war. All this technology is dependent upon the higher branches of particle physics and quantum mechanics. The array of satellites safe in deep space cover the entire earth making the mind control intelligence program widely successful. Be amazed as you view this military program break out of the box. Go to the following web site that shows a real-time mind control zombie being manipulated by satellite and the military. www.MindControlUSA.com

[Professional Engineer]

All this technology is dependent upon the higher branches of particle physics and quantum mechanics.

Speaking of quantum mechanics.

[sionnsar]

2008????? What the heck happened to 2007???)

Go back to the original post?

[sionnsar]

LOL!!

[Soaring Feather]

So you've been to Roswell too.
The interview was very intimidating, Green men and all.

[NicknamedBob]

"What is time? That is the question."

Oh, that's an easy one:

Time Is A River

Time is a river. We watch it go by,
A current event that our memories try.
But upstream it branches, again and again,
And which is the true course, is hard to know then.

And downstream the eddies, will hold you a tad,
Until you’ve forgotten, the purpose you had.
We all end up going, along with the flow,
Just checking out where all that stuff has to go.

It’s turbid, this water, with sediment laced,
Betokening troubles and woes it has faced.
The end of its worries, released to the sea,
In final surrender, just like you and me.

So meantime we tarry, and ponder the way,
That all of these tears have arrived here today,
The clouds that have cried them, no longer are seen,
The sadness surrendered, just to make the grass green.

But laughter awakens the music and song,
And even the river, joins in chuckling along.
The birds pipe a melody, tender and sweet,
The wind plays the brushes, emphasizing each tweet.

And lifting our spirits, like kites on a string,
As we loll by this river, which was born in the Spring.
This river may carry, all of us to our fate,
But I’m going somewhere, before it’s too late.

I’ll float with the clouds, leave behind the kite’s string,
Mosey on up to Heaven, see what that journey brings.
I won’t ask no questions, I’ll just look around,
And when I return, I won’t say what I found.

You all have to answer, the questions you need,
For the form of your blossom, is the shape of your seed.
And the thing that you’ll find, will depend where you look,
I found lots of answers, over there in that brook.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . . April 11, 2005

[Das Outsider]

Re: the poem

You've done it once again, NnB! Very entertaining.

[Das Outsider]

Mama don’t ‘llow that!

She also didn't allow us to throw spaghetti on the ceiling, but we did it anyway!

For all of the wise guys out there: Yes, we were standing on the ceiling. Why do you think I have this seemingly insatiable passion for putting anti-gravity devices in every American home?

[ThomasThomas]

Hello,

My sister in-law is trying to start some family traditions, this year she cooked boiled cabbage and lentils. Hopefully boiled cabbage won't stick. They finally almost finished remodeling their host so they could have people over. If the food has a good story behind it is a plus. What else is traditional severed new years day. Anything to replace cabbage.

[NicknamedBob]

"Re: the poem

You've done it once again, NnB! Very entertaining."

Um ... which poem?

I know you don't mean The Poem, because I haven't posted that one today.

[Das Outsider]

I know you don't mean The Poem, because I haven't posted that one today.

I should read the entire thread before responding to an apparently time-specific post. You've posted a few poems in the last day or so, I know, but I was talking about the one which referenced E.T.--though you really haven't produced a stinker yet. Yet. ;)

[rottndog]

Just call it a “thread knock-out.”

Howabout a thread flatliner....

[darkangel82]

They’re probably sleeping off their hangovers.

[rottndog]

Well, it was just so quiet in here....


I'm not digesting much of anything today. One heck of a cold has had me laid out horizontally all day. I didn't want to take the day off today...

[rottndog]

I wish I just had a hangover.

Maybe enough alcohol will kill my cold?

[darkangel82]

It might, but it would also make you worse than you already are.

[rottndog]

You’re probably right....better to just sleep it off, after I suck down a couple more Theraflus.

[NicknamedBob]

"... though you really haven't produced a stinker yet.

Yet."

Working on it ...

Bob’s Bad Poem

Someone said my poems,
Were all so very good,
I couldn’t write a bad one so,
I guess I thought I should.

I’ll start by saying orange,
That doesn’t rhyme with squat.
So if you speak of oranges,
A poet you are not!

Another thing I hate to see,
Is words that don’t quite rhyme,
So if you happen on such things,
You’ll know they aren’t mine.

And meter is important too,
The rhythm of the pome,
I try to keep mine steady on,
And not wandering too very far from home.

The essence of a poem,
At least where I’m concerned.
Is that you have a point to make,
Not clever phrases turned.

Anyone can write a poem,
Free verse is free-for-all,
But it takes art to have them shown,
Somewhere other than a wall.

NicknamedBob . . . . July 14, 2005

[Cvengr]

Tunneling

[sionnsar]

One of us (mi) got tied up with online business.

But that's done, for all that work looms a bit over 10 hours hence...

[NicknamedBob]

I think I

I see what is

is five cats.