utmost important survey
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
suggestions, etc....
If your Doctor told you that you had 6 months to live.....what in the f*ck
would you do? Would you just sit around and watch oprah , etc, do your usual
thing OR
would you break bad....shoot for the moon, try to screw evereything hot
and hollow from a stove pipe to a mule's collar?.......do things like muff
diving.....er er er opps.....I mean sky diving....( ooh....got egg on my
face....at least I hope it's egg)........ sail around the world? would you
go on a drunk? take up bank robbery?.....Take the ultimate revenge trip and
off someone (kill) that you had always dispised in the knowing ya gonna be
dead soon?....etc,
etc.
What would YOU do ?
always your pal,
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
St. Alicia Erisdaughter
well I imagine I have always viewed my life as having 6 monthes, 6 day, 6
hours, minutes seconds to live.
I also believe we are all born dead and it only gets worse there on in.
Goddess simply asks..how much can you take??? For those who truely know me
these lyrics below about say it all...and so here we go...my last 6 months.
Erisdaughter
Month #1 The Diagnosis and Deeper Meanings
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself cum -
world serves its own needs, don't misserve your own needs. Feed it up a
knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me
alternatives
and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St.
Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
Month #2 Taking it to the grave...
Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse
Where Peewee sits to prove a sage to teach
Peewee gathered up his proof
Reached up and scratched his head
Fell down and hit the ground again
Firehouse. Firehouse.
Why do the heathens rage behind the firehouse
Where Peewee sits upon the wall to preach?
This boy and girl that gather pearls
Of wisdom falling from his mouth
Wash off the blood, wash off the rum
Firehouse. Firehouse.
Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse
Where Peewee sits upon the wall to preach.
This boy and girl that gather pearls
Of wisdom falling from his mouth
Wash off the blood, wash off the 151.
Firehouse. Firehouse.
Firehouse. Firehouse.
Month #3 Death Reflections
Stand in the place where you live
Now face North
Think about direction
Wonder why you haven't before
Now stand in the place where you work
Now face West
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you haven't before
If you are confused check with the sun
Carry a compass to help you along
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
If wishes were trees the trees would be falling
Listen to reasons
Season is calling
If wishes were trees the trees would be falling
Listen to reason
Reason is calling
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
So Stand (stand)
Now face North
Think about direction, wonder why you haven't before
Now stand (stand)
Now face West
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you haven't
Stand in the place where you are (Now face North)
Stand in the place where you are (Now face West)
Your feet are going to be on the ground (Stand in the place where you are)
Your head is there to move you around, so stand.
STAND!!!
Month #4 Reflections and Truth
If I could hold on to just one thought
For long enough to know
Why my mind is moving so fast
And the conversation is slow.
Burn off all the fog
And let the sun through to the snow
Let me see your face again
Before I have to go
I have seen you in the movies
And those magazines at night
I saw you on the barstool when
You held that glass so tight.
And I saw you in my nightmares
But I'll see you in my dreams
And I might live a thousand years
Before I know what that means
Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths
His life was filled with parasites
And countless idle threats
He trusted in a fatal world
And on this he made his bets
Once there was a friend of mine
Who died a thousand deaths
Month #5 Inevitable Desease
had this dream where i relished the fray and the screaming filled my head
all day. it was as though i had been spit here, settled in, into the pocket
of a lighthouse on some rocky socket, off the coast of france, dear. one
afternoon, four thousand men died in the water here and five hundred more
were thrashing madly as parasites might in your blood. now i was in a
lifeboat designed for ten and ten only, anything that systematic would get
you hated. it's not a deal not a test nor a love of something fated. the
selection was quick, the crew was picked and those left in the water got
kicked off our pantleg and we headed for home. then the dreams ends when the
phone rings, you doing alright he said it's out there most days and nights,
but only a fool would complain. anyway Erisdaughter, if you like, our
conversation is as faint a sound in my memory, as those fingernails
scratching on my hull.
Month #6 The End
As far as my eyes can see
There are Shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to Know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go
And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn Winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be Lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise
As far as my Eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always Shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go
And oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like Autumn winds that will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that You were a frined of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm Old and wise
As far as my eyes can see
Erisdaughter
nenslo
>
> ok, I am in need for some insight here, not to mention some ideas ,
> suggestions, etc....
> If your Doctor told you that you had 6 months to live.....what in the f*ck
> would you do?
Oh what's the difference.
MSM
cloning T-helper cells at the early onset of HIV for reintroduction to the
patients *after* the virus itself has run its course, so as to rebuild the
broken immune system chain... Next, well, I wouldn't fuck *everything* I
could (that wouldn't do much good, considering how very little fucking I
manage to accomplish as it is), but I'd sure waste a lot less time sleeping
after each fuck I *do* get. Oh, and I'd redecorate.
-Michael!
Joe Cosby
>gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah wrote:
>>
>> ok, I am in need for some insight here, not to mention some ideas ,
>> suggestions, etc....
>> If your Doctor told you that you had 6 months to live.....what in the f*ck
>> would you do?
Either die or prove the doctor wrong, fairly soon.
Now, if a doctor told me YOU had 6 months to live, I would make a note
in my calender to delete the killfile in July.
--
Joe Cosby
http://joecosby.home.mindspring.com
That is not dead, which can eternal lie.
Yet with strange eons, even death may die.
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
"St. Alicia Erisdaughter" <ver...@nemi.com> wrote in message
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GG
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
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redecorate? ya are the kinky type, ain't ya? cool
Let me make sure on this though....are you speaking of redocorating your
house or the catholic church down the street?
gotta be sure on this, don't ya know...
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
> -Michael!
>
>
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
"Joe Cosby" <joec...@SPAMBLOCKmindspring.com> wrote in message
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>
> >gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah wrote:
> >>
> >> ok, I am in need for some insight here, not to mention some ideas ,
> >> suggestions, etc....
> >> If your Doctor told you that you had 6 months to live.....what in the
f*ck
> >> would you do?
>
> Either die or prove the doctor wrong, fairly soon.
>
> Now, if a doctor told me YOU had 6 months to live, I would make a note
> in my calender to delete the killfile in July.
actually, most of my stuff ain't for the lowest common demominator brain
ebbs .My advice is to keep me kilfiled........if I remember correctly, Joe,
you're the dude with the cute lines that come close to being mimic copy for
"you got mail" and "pretty woman".....yeah, love ya stuff....
yeah, me sure do... top notch pose, maybe the best I ever had the honor of
reading......kinda like benny and celil jive but without the substance....or
the intellect.....or the propeller.....'cept if you're counting your
twirling tounge attached to a rim job as a propeller....and in that case...
well, Radar says I got incoming....isn't korea lovely this time of year?
Hawkeye sends his VERY best....
l0v3,
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
bob needs the 30
I need a box of cheer
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
"nenslo" <nen...@yahooX.com> wrote in message
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duh, the cable t.v. bills
GG
nu-monet v5.0
>
> ok, I am in need for some insight here, not to
> If your Doctor told you that you had 6 months
> to live...
Fake 'em out. Unless you've planned for whopping
big insurance to some loved one.
Set it up so that for years, people you vaguely
know who think you are dead, like your dentist,
get postcards from "you", from all over the world.
Pictures of you with Osama. Pictures of you in
Red Square with a large briefcase. Pictures of
you in a phone booth looking suspicious in Lebanon.
Some obvious fakes, some realistic looking.
And, last but not least, arrange it so they never
find your body. So they will never know for sure.
Like Ambrose Bierce.
Oh yes, and make sure your assets are depleted so
the government doesn't get squat.
--
Anyone with a gun pointed
at you is the government.
--nu-monet
chaosisrael
> ok, I am in need for some insight here, not to mention some ideas ,
> suggestions, etc....
> would you do?
Send postcards, emails, phone-tag, etc. to all the women I've secretly
and not so secretly lusted after:
"Now or never. You've got till July to make up your damn mind. Unless
you're a necrophile."
Unless I was contagious, of course, in which case I'd just message the
ones I dislike.
Oh, yeah...I'd also rack up a fucking huge credit card debt. Not as if
I have any next-of-kin for them to send the legbreakers after.
--
Duh.
John Starrett
I would run up all my credit cards, and I would put the
doctor's bill on American Express.
--
John Starrett
nenslo
>
> "Joe Cosby" <joec...@SPAMBLOCKmindspring.com> wrote in message
> news:90qf1vohrq9t5rorr...@4ax.com...
> >
> > >gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah wrote:
> > >>
> > >> ok, I am in need for some insight here, not to mention some ideas ,
> > >> suggestions, etc....
> > >> If your Doctor told you that you had 6 months to live.....what in the
> f*ck
> > >> would you do?
> >
> > Either die or prove the doctor wrong, fairly soon.
> >
> > Now, if a doctor told me YOU had 6 months to live, I would make a note
> > in my calender to delete the killfile in July.
>
> actually, most of my stuff ain't for the lowest common demominator brain
> ebbs .My advice is to keep me kilfiled........if I remember correctly, Joe,
> you're the dude with the cute lines that come close to being mimic copy for
> "you got mail" and "pretty woman".....yeah, love ya stuff....
> yeah, me sure do... top notch pose, maybe the best I ever had the honor of
> reading......kinda like benny and celil jive but without the substance....or
> the intellect.....or the propeller.....'cept if you're counting your
> twirling tounge attached to a rim job as a propeller....and in that case...
> well, Radar says I got incoming....isn't korea lovely this time of year?
> Hawkeye sends his VERY best....
>
I hate Joe Cosby as much as anybody but this is the stupidest post I
have ever read. EVER. IN MY LIFE.
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
"nenslo" <nen...@yahooX.com> wrote in message
oh really, good sir....?
then you must be quasi new to the world of gurdjieff, for I can assure you
that I have written far far far MO stooopidiEr post. This compaired to some
would rival War and Peace or
Lolly, Lolly Get Your Adverbs Here.
keep on reedin'
l0v3,
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
William Barwell
Start building the biggest damned bomb since the Texas City explosion, 1947.
Take some assholes with me.
You can thank me when we meet someday in Valhalla.
--
Cheerful Charlie
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
"John Starrett" <jsta...@carbon.cudenver.edu> wrote in message
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excellent idea !! my good fellow, but I am a kinda rob as....er er typo
pay as you go, dude.... the only people who have ever given me credit are
Sadie's Drive-Thru Message Parlor and Lucky's Head Shop.
and I owe Lucky a cool Franklin.
l0v3,
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
> --
> John Starrett
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
"William Barwell" <wbar...@mylinuxisp.munged.com> wrote in message
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fu*k that....me thx ya now...! damn, ya got fine spirit, a solid
constitution, did ya gradulate from Remitance University also?
ya wouldn''t have a twin sister, btw? one with the ssame excellent qualities
as you....? ahhh....Valhalla ! the stuff of wet dreams and poe's nightmares
It'z been My pleasure meeting you, Cheerful Charlie
l0v3,
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
> --
> Cheerful Charlie
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
"chaosisrael" <fossi...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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> "gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah" <jamf...@comcast.net> wrote in message
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> > ok, I am in need for some insight here, not to mention some ideas ,
> > suggestions, etc....
> > If your Doctor told you that you had 6 months to live.....what in the
fuck
> > would you do?
>
> Send postcards, emails, phone-tag, etc. to all the women I've secretly
> and not so secretly lusted after:
>
> "Now or never. You've got till July to make up your damn mind. Unless
> you're a necrophile."
actually, I would probably be helping to make the karma more
even-steven.... Jah/Bob/Eris knows, I have had my share of motionless/lame
dead-fu*ks in my life...maybe, it is time to give back to the kosmic pool of
still-life sex and woodpecker.
DISCLAIMER:
no tom robbins were harmed in the production of this post
but next time, tom if ya reading this..... surreal boy, we gonna try much.
much harder....dat a promise...
l0v3,
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
where does l0v3 go ?
-- tom robbins
Q: what does it all mean, mister natural?
Q: yes, what's life about? why are we here?
please, mister natural....what does it all mean?
A: mister natural " IT DON'T MEAN SHEET"
St. Alicia Erisdaughter
There's lots to be said for time....
6 months leaves a few doors open so I might exact my brand of justice on
those who have pissed me off in this lifetime. Now being that I have a
rather wickedly evil mind those who know me can well imagine what I might be
planning as I jump up and down on the bottom of your bed. The Evil Daughters
of Eris Cabal would be handed over to NightMist who is infact more evil and
lovely then I dare to confess. I would also get those tats an piercings I
have been planning for to ensure that I take my money with me and visit G.G.
so my ass would burn baby burn for the entire trip. I would seek out and
find the good Rev. Mayberry, have dinner with Zog and do lots of kinky
things with Hexar again.
Can I die twice??????
Erisdaughter
St. Alicia Erisdaughter
Now thats brilliant !!!!
Guy Norman Congito
Or myself. One of the two.
St Zog the etc...
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I think this one gets the prize !
This is what I was looking for....!!
a way to keep fu*kin' 'em for years to come...
the mind-fu*k, a way to become a limitless entity
and also, just like kennedy's enternal flame at gravesite, the
propetual -ageless-proverable turd in the punch bowl of life.
thx man....
l0v3,
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
gurdjieff_0f_gormorrah
sugar, put it into my hands....
you can die as much as you desire...
there's nothing , ya know, like those
little deaths.... those 'lil sharp deaths,
the ones that leave you in rank dark
but blissful catacombs on the outskirts
of places like Mount Calvery or Chucky
Cheese Parlors.
Ya know, sub-space has been described
as a sort of death.... I have also heard/read of
a sexual orgasim being described as a "little death"
as well as a sneeze....
ever sneezed while cumming, dear?
l0ve,
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
> Erisdaughter
>
>
>
>
nu-monet v5.0
Oh, and the ultimate. The last one
you do before you split. I mean, bags
packed and ready to leave town:
This one takes a little doing, but is
guaranteed to keep 'em dry humping for
years. Fake yer own *fake* funeral!
With some stupid "disguise" that doesn't
really disguise, get about 3-4 homeless
street teens in yer car and take them to
a drive-thru to get them something to eat
around dusk.
While they're muching, drive around a bit,
then end up at an isolated ordinary place
where you take them for a little hike.
You lead them to a shallow "grave", where
they can see a few black garbage bags at
the bottom covering something that *could*
be a body. You say that it is your "dad"
who was an Earth First guy and wanted to
be buried in "nature."
Then you act all religious and 'say a few
words' about the environment and shit.
Then you put the totally unnerved kids
back in your car and drive them back to
wherever in the dark as they frantically
try to remember the route.
Once you drop them off, return to the "grave"
and remove the plastic bags, then fill in
the hole. Now it is time for you to leave
town before the kids lose their marbles and
start blabbing like the little sons-of-
bitches they are to the cops. Hopefully it
will take a few days before they lose it and
start confessing to their rotten friends,
soon resulting in the police digging holes
all over town.
The worst that can happen is that you are
arrested for ???
St. Alicia Erisdaughter
Somehow I just knew you would understand and see it through..or through
it...
*smiles as she caresses her collar*
Respectfully Yours
Erisdaughter
GuranGuran
I think he's hittin' on you, Gurd. Count your nostrils.
...
'I don't know but I've been told
Jet fighters never die...'
- Butthole Surfers
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
"GuranGuran" <Nando...@hotmail.com> wrote in message
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hittin' onna 'lil 'ol me?
sh-eye-T, heem gotta be 1
bored MFer.....
then again, i've been known
to hit on me every blue moon or so...
I just put a bag over my mind, turn the lights off
and f*ck away....
l0ve,
gurdjieff 0f gormorrah
St. Alicia Erisdaughter
"gurdjieff 0f gormorrah" <jamf...@comcast.net> wrote in message
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Uhhhh...pick me..pick me...
Love
Erisdaughter