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rbb

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No sign of live.

Jeremy H. Donovan

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Scotty's not here.

Arcturus_The 30Th

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-No sign of Usama
- Where is the god of fascism.


32:37
And he shall say, Where are their gods, their rock in whom they
trusted, 32:38 Which did eat the fat of their sacrifices, and drank
the wine of their drink offerings? let them rise up and help you, and
be your protection.
32:39
See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me: I
kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither is there any that
can deliver out of my hand.
32:40
For I lift up my hand to heaven, and say, I live for ever.
32:41
If I whet my glittering sword, and mine hand take hold on
judgment; I will render vengeance to mine enemies, and will reward
them that hate me.
32:42
I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, and my sword shall
devour flesh; and that with the blood of the slain and of the
captives, from the beginning of revenges upon the enemy.
32:43
Rejoice, O ye nations, with his people: for he will avenge the
blood of his servants, and will render vengeance to his adversaries,
and will be merciful unto his land, and to his people.


00:00
He is dead I hath slayed him.
The fatted calf of the fascist that sleeps
one and third measure nnne from the bitter
scribe who loosed the unknown dragon zool.
Display the reach of my diamond sword and
its wrathful titans crescendo on their wretches torch.

91:1
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the most High shall abide
under the shadow of the Almighty.
91:2
I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God;
in him will I trust.
91:3
Surely he shall deliver thee from the snare of the fowler, and
from the noisome pestilence.
91:4
He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt
thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.
91:5
Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the
arrow that flieth by day;
91:6
Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the
destruction that wasteth at noonday.
91:7
A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right
hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
91:8
Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the
wicked.
91:9
Because thou hast made the LORD, which is my refuge, even the
most High, thy habitation;
91:10
There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come
nigh thy dwelling.
91:11
For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in
all thy ways.
91:12
They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot
against a stone.
91:13
Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the
dragon shalt thou trample under feet.
91:14
Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver
him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.
91:15
He shall call upon me, and I will answer him: I will be with him
in trouble; I will deliver him, and honour him.
91:16
With long life will I satisfy him, and shew him my salvation.

.


33:18
Thine heart shall meditate terror. Where is the scribe? where is
the receiver? where is he that counted the towers?
33:19 T
hou shaltnot see a fierce people, a people of a deeper speech than thou canst
perceive; of a stammering tongue, that thou canst not understand.
33:20
Look upon Zion, the city of our solemnities: thine eyes shall
see Jerusalem a quiet habitation, a tabernacle that shall not be taken
down; not one of the stakes thereof shall ever be removed, neither
shall any of the cords thereof be broken.
33:21
But there the glorious LORD will be unto us a place of broad
rivers and streams; wherein shall go no galley with oars, neither
shall gallant ship pass thereby.
33:22
For the LORD is our judge, the LORD is our lawgiver, the LORD is
our king; he will save us.
33:23
Thy tacklings are loosed; they could not well strengthen their
mast, they could not spread the sail: then is the prey of a great
spoil divided; the lame take the prey.
33:24
And the inhabitant shall not say, I am sick: the people that
dwell therein shall be forgiven their iniquity.
34:1
Come near, ye nations, to hear; and hearken, ye people: let the
earth hear, and all that is therein; the world, and all things that
come forth of it.
34:2
For the indignation of the LORD is upon all nations, and his fury
upon all their armies: he hath utterly destroyed them, he hath
delivered them to the slaughter.
34:3
Their slain also shall be cast out, and their stink shall come up
out of their carcases, and the mountains shall be melted with their
blood.
34:4
And all the host of heaven shall be dissolved, and the heavens
shall be rolled together as a scroll: and all their host shall fall
down, as the leaf falleth off from the vine, and as a falling fig from
the fig tree.
34:5
For my sword shall be bathed in heaven: behold, it shall come
down upon Idumea, and upon the people of my curse, to judgment.
34:6
The sword of the LORD is filled with blood, it is made fat with
fatness, and with the blood of lambs and goats, with the fat of the
kidneys of rams: for the LORD hath a sacrifice in Bozrah, and a great
slaughter in the land of Idumea.
34:7
And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with
the bulls; and their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust
made fat with fatness.
34:8
For it is the day of the LORD's vengeance, and the year of
recompences for the controversy of Zion.
34:9
And the streams thereof shall be turned into pitch, and the dust
thereof into brimstone, and the land thereof shall become burning
pitch.
34:10
It shall not be quenched night nor day; the smoke thereof shall
go up for ever: from generation to generation it shall lie waste; none
shall pass through it for ever and ever.
34:11
But the cormorant and the bittern shall possess it; the owl also
and the raven shall dwell in it: and he shall stretch out upon it the
line of confusion, and the stones of emptiness.
34:12
They shall call the nobles thereof to the kingdom, but none
shall be there, and all her princes shall be nothing.
34:13
And thorns shall come up in her palaces, nettles and brambles in
the fortresses thereof: and it shall be an habitation of dragons, and
a court for owls.
34:14
The wild beasts of the desert shall also meet with the wild
beasts of the island, and the satyr shall cry to his fellow; the
screech owl also shall rest there, and find for herself a place of
rest.
34:15
There shall the great owl make her nest, and lay, and hatch, and
gather under her shadow: there shall the vultures also be gathered,
every one with her mate.

51:6
Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look upon the earth
beneath: for the heavens shall vanish away like smoke, and the earth
shall wax old like a garment, and they that dwell therein shall die in
like manner: but my salvation shall be for ever, and my righteousness
shall not be abolished.
51:7
Hearken unto me, ye that know righteousness, the people in whose
heart is my law; fear ye not the reproach of men, neither be ye afraid
of their revilings.
51:8
For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worm shall
eat them like wool: but my righteousness shall be for ever, and my
salvation from generation to generation.
51:9
Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the LORD; awake, as in
the ancient days, in the generations of old. Art thou not it that hath
cut Rahab, and wounded the dragon?
51:10 Art thou not it which hath
dried the sea, the waters of the great deep; that hath made the depths
of the sea a way for the ransomed to pass over?
51:11 Therefore the
redeemed of the LORD shall return, and come with singing unto Zion;
and everlasting joy shall be upon their head: they shall obtain
gladness and joy; and sorrow and mourning shall flee away.
51:12
I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou
shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man
which shall be made as grass;
51:13
And forgettest the LORD thy maker,
that hath stretched forth the heavens, and laid the foundations of the
earth; and hast feared continually every day because of the fury of
the oppressor, as if he were ready to destroy? and where is the fury
of the oppressor?
51:14
The captive exile hasteneth that he may be
loosed, and that he should not die in the pit, nor that his bread
should fail.
51:15
But I am the LORD thy God, that divided the sea, whose waves
roared: The LORD of hosts is his name.
51:16
And I have put my words in thy mouth, and I have covered thee in
the shadow of mine hand, that I may plant the heavens, and lay the
foundations of the earth, and say unto Zion, Thou art my people.
51:17
Awake, awake, stand up, O Jerusalem, which hast drunk at the
hand of the LORD the cup of his fury; thou hast drunken the dregs of
the cup of trembling, and wrung them out.
51:18
There is none to guide her among all the sons whom she hath
brought forth; neither is there any that taketh her by the hand of all
the sons that she hath brought up.
51:19
These two things are come unto thee; who shall be sorry for
thee? desolation, and destruction, and the famine, and the sword: by
whom shall I comfort thee?
51:20
Thy sons have fainted, they lie at
the head of all the streets, as a wild bull in a net: they are full of
the fury of the LORD, the rebuke of thy God.
51:21
Therefore hear now this, thou afflicted, and drunken, but not
with wine:
51:22
Thus saith thy Lord the LORD, and thy God that
pleadeth the cause of his people, Behold, I have taken out of thine
hand the cup of trembling, even the dregs of the cup of my fury; thou
shalt no more drink it again:
51:23
But I will put it into the hand of
them that afflict thee; which have said to thy soul, Bow down, that we
may go over: and thou hast laid thy body as the ground, and as the
street, to them that went over.
00:00
As it was written it has come to be known upon the day before the day.

rbb

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Aug 8, 2006, 5:33:54 PM8/8/06
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Jeremy H. Donovan wrote:
> Scotty's not here.
>

What are you doing on the mothership?


the_patron_saint_of_anomalies

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Aug 8, 2006, 10:52:55 PM8/8/06
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rbb wrote:
> No sign of live.

scotty is DEAD, you are stuck for now

Arcturus_The 30Th

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Aug 10, 2006, 3:35:30 AM8/10/06
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rbb wrote:

- No sign of live.

- Aye Aye transporter engaged Left-tenant

rbb

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Aug 10, 2006, 5:08:08 PM8/10/06
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Well one could hardly call that an anomalie.
You sure about your position as Saint?

skenn3

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Aug 12, 2006, 6:11:49 PM8/12/06
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I am here now, though I've never been here before.
Wait... 5...4...3...2...1... Here come the "co-incidences". Everything
starts talking, showing me the way. Even If I am still so caught up in some
silly folly.
Damn it Cap'n, I giving it all she's got.

"Arcturus_The 30Th" <Connundru...@Org.Org> wrote in message
news:gaydnShxPYOAf0fZ...@comcast.com...

the_patron_saint_of_anomalies

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Aug 14, 2006, 12:46:23 AM8/14/06
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the space ship wont come and save you/us/anyone, the maission changed
and we cant get off till we do that which we have to do. you are stuck
here to complete an anomolous the mission.
yes Im sure of my position as saint, I clearly remember appointing
myself.

here is a poem for you.


the pointy birds

here they come
all pointy pointy
anoint my head
anointy nointy

Jeremy H. Donovan

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Aug 14, 2006, 1:02:26 AM8/14/06
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the_patron_saint_of_anomalies wrote:
> rbb wrote:
> > the_patron_saint_of_anomalies wrote:
> > > rbb wrote:
> > >
> > >>No sign of live.
> > >
> > >
> > > scotty is DEAD, you are stuck for now
> > >
> > >
> > Well one could hardly call that an anomalie.
> > You sure about your position as Saint?
>
> the space ship wont come and save you/us/anyone, the maission changed
> and we cant get off till we do that which we have to do. you are stuck
> here to complete an anomolous the mission.
> yes Im sure of my position as saint, I clearly remember appointing
> myself.

I clearly remember that too.

> here is a poem for you.
>
>
> the pointy birds
>
> here they come
> all pointy pointy
> anoint my head
> anointy nointy

The birds aren't here either. West Nile and Avian Influenza got most
of those pollution and electricity generation didn't get. But there's
still plenty of people, and I'm pretty sure several would love to
"anoint" you.


-Jeremy

the_patron_saint_of_anomalies

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Aug 14, 2006, 4:38:44 AM8/14/06
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you dont like metaphors and things that are said just to sound like you
are saying something profound when there is no actual basis to it. nor
do I. so here is a synopsis of the letter to rbb
translated the poem is actually from a steve martin film, he fell in
love with this womans mind, only her brain was all there was in a jar
kept alive be an evil doctor. they shared a love for poetry and this
was one of the poems they liked.

the thing I was getting at with the poem is the connection with the
war, birds = planes pointy = missiles anointing = holy / idiot war

it was a saintly joke for rbb so she would know Im THE REAL THING
ha ha.


>
>
> -Jeremy

rbs

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Aug 14, 2006, 9:54:04 AM8/14/06
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Let me put it that way:
People who don't like metaphors don't use their rights brains.
Reason dominant leftbrainers always complain about the use of metaphors.
They have no neural circuits to process them.
Well I am not going to play the violin just because someone got stuck in
his frontal lobe and linguistic barriers.

However I do prescribe bellydancing:

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8727982958432422589&hl=en


Jeremy H. Donovan

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Aug 14, 2006, 11:38:58 AM8/14/06
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Eh? I've been writing poems and songs for decades, and in my opinion,
the artistic use of metaphor and imagery has very little to do with
vaguely babbling in a semi-aggressive and self-indulgent fashion. But
I wasn't challenging anything you said just then, really.

> > so here is a synopsis of the letter to rbb
> > translated the poem is actually from a steve martin film, he fell in
> > love with this womans mind, only her brain was all there was in a jar
> > kept alive be an evil doctor. they shared a love for poetry and this
> > was one of the poems they liked.

I have a book somewhere filled with Steve Martin's odd poems and
stories.

> > the thing I was getting at with the poem is the connection with the
> > war, birds = planes pointy = missiles anointing = holy / idiot war
> >
> > it was a saintly joke for rbb so she would know Im THE REAL THING
> > ha ha.

Although I am no saint, I was joking too (if using similarly serious
subjects). Just continuing the basic thread of the conversation.

Do you have any poems for a UN enforced cease fire? Probably not,
huh...

> Let me put it that way:
> People who don't like metaphors don't use their rights brains.
> Reason dominant leftbrainers always complain about the use of metaphors.
> They have no neural circuits to process them.
> Well I am not going to play the violin just because someone got stuck in
> his frontal lobe and linguistic barriers.
>
> However I do prescribe bellydancing:
>
> http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-8727982958432422589&hl=en

One of my old girlfriends was a bellydancer, so I used to go to belly
dancing parties occasionally. Good stuff... I'm more of a 'body and
soul' dancer. I prefer free-form improvisation - "crazy talk" done
with the body. And I still think it's best when NOT done as any kind
of "performance" - but done SOLELY for the sheer enjoyment of moving.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.


-Jeremy

rbs

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Aug 14, 2006, 12:40:21 PM8/14/06
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You know stories are no condoms.
Bellydancing is really an old form of magic.

No matter in what form it is great fun.
For men and women.
I have learned a bit of it from the women of Syria
pretty informal, never had lessons or anything.
Women entertain themselves with it, also when they party apart from
their men. They all dance, from young to old.
I still love it.

horseshit deluxe

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Aug 14, 2006, 12:50:29 PM8/14/06
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"rbs writes:

>
> You know stories are no condoms.
> Bellydancing is really an old form of magic.
>
> No matter in what form it is great fun.
> For men and women.
> I have learned a bit of it from the women of Syria
> pretty informal, never had lessons or anything.
> Women entertain themselves with it, also when they party apart from their
> men. They all dance, from young to old.
> I still love it.


Yeah I love it when the girls are naked.
Seems to make it more interesting.
But hey, that's just how I am.
Too late to change, sorry. :)


rbs

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Aug 14, 2006, 5:42:12 PM8/14/06
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Well you can put up all the horseshit you want.
I see you!!!

horseshit deluxe

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Aug 14, 2006, 10:35:20 PM8/14/06
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"rbs"

> Well you can put up all the horseshit you want.
> I see you!!!


Woo-woo! Amazing, Grace? :)


the_patron_saint_of_anomalies

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well I was using a metaphor as a metaphor due to being pedantic makes
me tired
an example of what I mean was the comment by one of the new breed of
person on adc coming up with "only he who is afraid hides in the dark'
or something to that effect a baseless statement, that to a person with
a pee sized brain, a brief glance may appear to mean something,
disectected there are many reasons a person my hide in the dark, hiding
from a stalker, they like the dark, they may be playing a game etc. so
the first part has no basis in any real world that I know of, but Im
already to tired to go on. its quicker and equally idiotic to call them
a donkey raper and at least I get a laugh out of it.


>
>
>
> > > so here is a synopsis of the letter to rbb
> > > translated the poem is actually from a steve martin film, he fell in
> > > love with this womans mind, only her brain was all there was in a jar
> > > kept alive be an evil doctor. they shared a love for poetry and this
> > > was one of the poems they liked.
>
> I have a book somewhere filled with Steve Martin's odd poems and
> stories.


>
>
> > > the thing I was getting at with the poem is the connection with the
> > > war, birds = planes pointy = missiles anointing = holy / idiot war
> > >
> > > it was a saintly joke for rbb so she would know Im THE REAL THING
> > > ha ha.
>
> Although I am no saint, I was joking too (if using similarly serious
> subjects). Just continuing the basic thread of the conversation.
>
> Do you have any poems for a UN enforced cease fire? Probably not,
> huh...

no I havent got a poem for a un enforced cease fire, Im not st
poindexter

the_patron_saint_of_anomalies

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Aug 15, 2006, 4:54:38 AM8/15/06
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thanks for the link. I believe in metaphors now.
um where do I sign up for your religion?

rbs

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Aug 17, 2006, 5:39:47 AM8/17/06
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the_patron_saint_of_anomalies wrote:

>
>
> thanks for the link. I believe in metaphors now.
> um where do I sign up for your religion?
>

You are in already.
But since you are a Saint like me, you too should have your own.
You can find inspiration here:

Too bad it is just an american thing again.
http://www.startyourownreligion.org/about.php

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