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IT's the end....

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posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 08:07 AM
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That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes and airplanes....




posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 08:09 AM
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its the end alright but the begining is after it.... i know this becuase it atleast the 3rd time its happened.



posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 08:11 AM
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and Lenny Bruce is still not afraid??



posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 09:21 AM
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Originally posted by Art0_Saar1
i know this becuase it atleast the 3rd time its happened.


Actually this will be the second. First was with the great flood.



posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 09:23 AM
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Got a link?


The end comes everyday to those who die. The rest of us remain behind to enjoy another dinner.--- A quote from grandma.



posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 09:29 AM
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every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end.


to every season, turn turn turn

this is the end, my only friend, the end.



posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 09:30 AM
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What a great post, reminded me of the following tune:

www.oldielyrics.com...



posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 03:58 PM
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not every man lives, every man dies - braveheart

yup, i agree with you guys, every end sparks a new begining Just know that you WILL die eventually. So dont be afraid.. cuz life is just another stage, a stage that we must pass through.



[edit on 16-6-2006 by theTRUTHtheWAY]



posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 09:10 PM
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Has anyone else noticed all the birds lately? just wondering...........



posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 09:17 PM
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The eastern world it is explodin',
Violence flarin', bullets loadin',
You're old enough to kill but not for votin',
You don't believe in war, what's that gun you're totin',
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
Can't you feel the fears that I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
And marches alone can't bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin',
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
But when your return, it's the same old place,
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
Hate your next-door-neighbour, but don't forget to say grace,
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.

Holds true today.



posted on Jun, 16 2006 @ 09:47 PM
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All the world 's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard; Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.



posted on Jun, 17 2006 @ 11:27 AM
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"the most astounding adventure in the whole universe begins when the world ends.."

[edit on 17-6-2006 by hingus]



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