sam2
11-02-2009, 06:56 PM
war, how & why does it start?
at one time we all loved each other. we did. no we did. proof of the pudding us. the irish always sleep with then bomb the british (there is other ways, other ways.) & i know myself the jewish muslim passion. the tibets after a slug full of whiskey will whisper words of ooee to china. oh please half a bottle of scotch i don't care what nation you are, i'll make a pass as i throw up over you. i'm always fair.
so how can such closeness lead to dis-array, actual war, death of a line?
i do not know all i can do is share not over-share there is a differance. an over-share is something that just maybe you did not need to know. i can cope in life without knowing your bowel movements. an over-share.
but this is a share a royal share that yes quickly & ruthlessly effected the illumanti. the illumanti you cry they are not people, they are monsters.
once once they were people then...
picture this early 70's england summer. pretty. flowers, countryside a nation worthy of honour. inflation low, i remember the pretty dresses.
the afternoon tea with bruce lee, standards heightened, boundaries set. no more alliance with outdated cultish behaviour by one member of the family. her life changed. she was the keeper of the peoples belongings that alone was her jewels her gems. she needed nothing.
she was the beautiful one of the family & had a brain. she could entertain maybe be worthy of another community, make her own cash, buy her own gems, EVEN TOOTHPASTE. (is that such a crime?) she maybe was born into title but she knew times were changing.
i liked her even loved her. we thought the same. she had helped me as we both had been attacked. she was a remarkable woman.
however dame elizabeth taylor flew in to comfort a child & that's where according to some-one i can't quite remember it all went horribly wrong. WRONG.
i was an innocent to it all. a human fluffy purring cat arrived just being blatently beautiful. nobody knew what to do. do we look the other way, do we tell her. i didn't know. all i knew this beautiful was another mr bruce lee & as long as there was no cheney graspings i just might be diamonded. & i was.
when dame eliazabeth found out certain attacks the most beautiful woman in the world went straight to the not so hidden camera & spoke.
she was loud she was concise & she went off, i mean she hollored, she laughed, she sneered she did not need to threaten. we all believed every word & to me as that 7yr old girl back then when a womans rights were my husbands job, she just didn't wish me hope she handed it to me on a plate. if she could say those things so could i. she bought & brought her own hope you know. literally. as she hollored she spoke of dumping the men that hurt her & the men that hurt them. she was god to me. who was she? how did she know all those things & not be scared? & her hair eyes body clothes & rocks how could i get all that, did that all come with her moxy? where did she get it all? could that be just her? she told me dump them if they are not kind. there's plenty more fish in the sea baby & there is, infact it's brimming. always was, churches forget to tell you that one.
she was a mother too. that i can remember foremost.
she offered us new dwellings, she really did. she is such a woman of honour & real warmth. & yes my baby boyfriend & i played with her diamonds. she even did a skit. she threw in a skit too. she is a female bruce lee.
except not knowing of the strains of royal behaviour & the earnest willing to help the people she hoped to the wrong one at the wrong time.
is that the real core of war, timing?
cousin m had kissed her life her youth away. she had wanted more children, she too would have liked to adopt, had a movie career, actually dump a husband without scandle, woulda been nice to actually choose yourself a mate right, i mean you have to wake-up to them, the people aren't in the room always, i mean the waiving of the people has to stop sometimes, you know just be real. she too wanted to set up foundation(s) (did ya really have to go for 2 dame elizabeth 2, bit mean bit showing off.) & it was something that even within the hidden illumanti they couldn't help admire her thinking. we shared hope i was always on her side.
but then there was the play i think backstage. gems were admired, a failure in stealing, (do remember cousin m at that time could not even afford her own toothpaste, so the hope shoved near a borrowed tiara could be considered a tad over-board, another time goldie another time.) i mean in acknowledging & things went from bad to worse.
mis-heard words who knows? so many things she could have said. so the illumanti said them all. she looked at you wrong, she wanted your gems not the people's yours. she had your movie career you know. we wanted to give you cleopatra but it's her she scares us. you should do something about all that, our hands our tied. they cried in that time. they were blameless. why did dame elizabeth taylor flaunt her toothpaste smile, the fresh mint breath was just plain bitchy.
she had made a fool of us. cousin m destroyed, she hit the bottle.
what could i do? dame elizabeth had given me hope but the end line, i'll give you a ring... what the #$%^ was that? she knew we didn't have a phone.
so we all moved on only wih the help of mr bruce lee. nobody told cousin m of the skit with mr bruce lee. she went to her grave not knowing. we all loved bruce lee, i know the hope, the skit, it goes on & on. she had her own choices too.
you can't say that to a member of a illumanti. how can you?
so we all ignored her. well we tried. more marraiges, i err' she cousin m tried to arrange 9 men, we'll marry that ring off but oh no they all fell in love with her. we. sorry they tried every yr to give her a title. get that ring in the room, the sword slipt, i thought but she declined. she was impossible. impossible. of course every meeting starts with mz taylors demise but there's always some-one who brings up the whole dame eliazabeth taylor is so fantastic spiel. WE KNOW IT ALRIGHT. when will it be any different.
stories started filtering through. look just look at the public women her age, some don't even wear their hard earned gems in public. one wave of that hope & it all gets a little belittling. she could hide behind her children & grandchildren that's all i'm saying, like most oh no not her, why doesn't she sell out her children like the normals of hollywood? it just doesn't seem correct.
there is a very cruel photo of her with a homeless child at the time, maybe it was just for an hour but still she was feeling wretched. you can see dame elizabeths taylor brushing away her own hair, it seems but we know it was shoving hope into a homeless childs face.
if cousin m could not afford it, i could not afford it, explain how one hour homeless child could?
when dame elizabeth started to sketch we didn't like it.
anything left for us? yet we came to terms with her actions, when are we given a choice?
the illumanti actually got excited what would she design? dresses clearly, curtains, maybe kitchens, the ring, hope, she's got to look good there too. i mean it is the place where the butter is stored surely all females temple? she doesn't need butter, the final kick to the poor dejected illumanti we thought but no she had to go that one shove further she designed jewelery we call that war. wouldn't you? course you would, how could you not?
illumanti, dame elizabeth we speak to the fishes who speak to the birds we watch as we sit by the phone. we will get our ring.
but i don't think no that's them. to me you're it baby. i cherish you i worship you i adore you. i expect you to live for at least the next hundred yrs. i do because that's how long it's gonna take to sort out this war she declared on us, i mean them.
the war of the roses is nothing compared to the 35 yrs we have had to endure.
just remember when hubby is a pratt & yet again you take the crap dame elizabeth taylor 8 times managed what you couldn't do. she left got on with her life, embraced life & love & helped others.
see see she gets you each time. tell yourself that as you swig the scotch bottle as you make eyes at china as you throw up on india. even countries she make us all feel so bad.
not me have you actually read my page, she left some of her moxy i had no choice but to use it.
yes there has been talk of cloning her but when. if she's cloned now how will we know how to be tomorrow. each time we somehow fail.
why pie why?
squidnote; i was part-blind too weak barely breathing yet dame elizabeth saw past that & dare i say trampled with my emotions, she made me the fighter i am today. i'm blind & in intensive care, for the last 20 yrs, how did that exactly work for me? i'd ask her but i am unable to see her or breathe. all i ask is for MY sparkle back.
at one time we all loved each other. we did. no we did. proof of the pudding us. the irish always sleep with then bomb the british (there is other ways, other ways.) & i know myself the jewish muslim passion. the tibets after a slug full of whiskey will whisper words of ooee to china. oh please half a bottle of scotch i don't care what nation you are, i'll make a pass as i throw up over you. i'm always fair.
so how can such closeness lead to dis-array, actual war, death of a line?
i do not know all i can do is share not over-share there is a differance. an over-share is something that just maybe you did not need to know. i can cope in life without knowing your bowel movements. an over-share.
but this is a share a royal share that yes quickly & ruthlessly effected the illumanti. the illumanti you cry they are not people, they are monsters.
once once they were people then...
picture this early 70's england summer. pretty. flowers, countryside a nation worthy of honour. inflation low, i remember the pretty dresses.
the afternoon tea with bruce lee, standards heightened, boundaries set. no more alliance with outdated cultish behaviour by one member of the family. her life changed. she was the keeper of the peoples belongings that alone was her jewels her gems. she needed nothing.
she was the beautiful one of the family & had a brain. she could entertain maybe be worthy of another community, make her own cash, buy her own gems, EVEN TOOTHPASTE. (is that such a crime?) she maybe was born into title but she knew times were changing.
i liked her even loved her. we thought the same. she had helped me as we both had been attacked. she was a remarkable woman.
however dame elizabeth taylor flew in to comfort a child & that's where according to some-one i can't quite remember it all went horribly wrong. WRONG.
i was an innocent to it all. a human fluffy purring cat arrived just being blatently beautiful. nobody knew what to do. do we look the other way, do we tell her. i didn't know. all i knew this beautiful was another mr bruce lee & as long as there was no cheney graspings i just might be diamonded. & i was.
when dame eliazabeth found out certain attacks the most beautiful woman in the world went straight to the not so hidden camera & spoke.
she was loud she was concise & she went off, i mean she hollored, she laughed, she sneered she did not need to threaten. we all believed every word & to me as that 7yr old girl back then when a womans rights were my husbands job, she just didn't wish me hope she handed it to me on a plate. if she could say those things so could i. she bought & brought her own hope you know. literally. as she hollored she spoke of dumping the men that hurt her & the men that hurt them. she was god to me. who was she? how did she know all those things & not be scared? & her hair eyes body clothes & rocks how could i get all that, did that all come with her moxy? where did she get it all? could that be just her? she told me dump them if they are not kind. there's plenty more fish in the sea baby & there is, infact it's brimming. always was, churches forget to tell you that one.
she was a mother too. that i can remember foremost.
she offered us new dwellings, she really did. she is such a woman of honour & real warmth. & yes my baby boyfriend & i played with her diamonds. she even did a skit. she threw in a skit too. she is a female bruce lee.
except not knowing of the strains of royal behaviour & the earnest willing to help the people she hoped to the wrong one at the wrong time.
is that the real core of war, timing?
cousin m had kissed her life her youth away. she had wanted more children, she too would have liked to adopt, had a movie career, actually dump a husband without scandle, woulda been nice to actually choose yourself a mate right, i mean you have to wake-up to them, the people aren't in the room always, i mean the waiving of the people has to stop sometimes, you know just be real. she too wanted to set up foundation(s) (did ya really have to go for 2 dame elizabeth 2, bit mean bit showing off.) & it was something that even within the hidden illumanti they couldn't help admire her thinking. we shared hope i was always on her side.
but then there was the play i think backstage. gems were admired, a failure in stealing, (do remember cousin m at that time could not even afford her own toothpaste, so the hope shoved near a borrowed tiara could be considered a tad over-board, another time goldie another time.) i mean in acknowledging & things went from bad to worse.
mis-heard words who knows? so many things she could have said. so the illumanti said them all. she looked at you wrong, she wanted your gems not the people's yours. she had your movie career you know. we wanted to give you cleopatra but it's her she scares us. you should do something about all that, our hands our tied. they cried in that time. they were blameless. why did dame elizabeth taylor flaunt her toothpaste smile, the fresh mint breath was just plain bitchy.
she had made a fool of us. cousin m destroyed, she hit the bottle.
what could i do? dame elizabeth had given me hope but the end line, i'll give you a ring... what the #$%^ was that? she knew we didn't have a phone.
so we all moved on only wih the help of mr bruce lee. nobody told cousin m of the skit with mr bruce lee. she went to her grave not knowing. we all loved bruce lee, i know the hope, the skit, it goes on & on. she had her own choices too.
you can't say that to a member of a illumanti. how can you?
so we all ignored her. well we tried. more marraiges, i err' she cousin m tried to arrange 9 men, we'll marry that ring off but oh no they all fell in love with her. we. sorry they tried every yr to give her a title. get that ring in the room, the sword slipt, i thought but she declined. she was impossible. impossible. of course every meeting starts with mz taylors demise but there's always some-one who brings up the whole dame eliazabeth taylor is so fantastic spiel. WE KNOW IT ALRIGHT. when will it be any different.
stories started filtering through. look just look at the public women her age, some don't even wear their hard earned gems in public. one wave of that hope & it all gets a little belittling. she could hide behind her children & grandchildren that's all i'm saying, like most oh no not her, why doesn't she sell out her children like the normals of hollywood? it just doesn't seem correct.
there is a very cruel photo of her with a homeless child at the time, maybe it was just for an hour but still she was feeling wretched. you can see dame elizabeths taylor brushing away her own hair, it seems but we know it was shoving hope into a homeless childs face.
if cousin m could not afford it, i could not afford it, explain how one hour homeless child could?
when dame elizabeth started to sketch we didn't like it.
anything left for us? yet we came to terms with her actions, when are we given a choice?
the illumanti actually got excited what would she design? dresses clearly, curtains, maybe kitchens, the ring, hope, she's got to look good there too. i mean it is the place where the butter is stored surely all females temple? she doesn't need butter, the final kick to the poor dejected illumanti we thought but no she had to go that one shove further she designed jewelery we call that war. wouldn't you? course you would, how could you not?
illumanti, dame elizabeth we speak to the fishes who speak to the birds we watch as we sit by the phone. we will get our ring.
but i don't think no that's them. to me you're it baby. i cherish you i worship you i adore you. i expect you to live for at least the next hundred yrs. i do because that's how long it's gonna take to sort out this war she declared on us, i mean them.
the war of the roses is nothing compared to the 35 yrs we have had to endure.
just remember when hubby is a pratt & yet again you take the crap dame elizabeth taylor 8 times managed what you couldn't do. she left got on with her life, embraced life & love & helped others.
see see she gets you each time. tell yourself that as you swig the scotch bottle as you make eyes at china as you throw up on india. even countries she make us all feel so bad.
not me have you actually read my page, she left some of her moxy i had no choice but to use it.
yes there has been talk of cloning her but when. if she's cloned now how will we know how to be tomorrow. each time we somehow fail.
why pie why?
squidnote; i was part-blind too weak barely breathing yet dame elizabeth saw past that & dare i say trampled with my emotions, she made me the fighter i am today. i'm blind & in intensive care, for the last 20 yrs, how did that exactly work for me? i'd ask her but i am unable to see her or breathe. all i ask is for MY sparkle back.