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Originally posted by galadofwarthethird
reply to post by ButtUglyToad
Fatuous = Tau of Us
And yes, eYe is Silly! Why aren't you?
Silly is kNot Stupid, so maybe that's why you aren't Silly too?
Ribbit
Ps: If you don't know about the Tau of Us, since it goes to the HEART of your thinking, here ya go:
Tau of Us
The tao is everywhere its everything, including nothing. And the tau? It's around as well.
Fatuous might= Tau of Us.
But it can also= Uu so fat.
Dew you kNot understand English?
Beyond a shadow of doubt: An insignificant portion or amount; a trace.
Studid is as Stupid does and Stupid hates!
Stupid is as Stupid does and Stupid sucks at math!
Stupid is as Stupid does and Stupid does Stupid better than anything else but doesn't know they're Stupid.
You are trying to make a mountain out of a toad hill and toads don't make hills, we make puddles so your hands are kNot covered in dirt, that's pee. Now go wash your hands!
Originally posted by galadofwarthethird
reply to post by ButtUglyToad
You know if you turn a circle on its side...It disappears, and becomes a line. Now can you draw me a circle from its side?
Now a sphere on the other hand, might have no end, and completes itself....But it to can disappear if you but knew how. Everything is eternal in that it eternally will change its form or manifestation of its energy.
Expressions is all we are, expressing ourselves and viewing that expression.
Only the complacent believe in the eternal circle and its cycle, and only because there eternity is oh so short lived.
Originally posted by galadofwarthethird
reply to post by ButtUglyToad
Studid is as Stupid does and Stupid hates!
Hey! I am not a hater, I'm like way cool. Like totally cool ice cube cool, fridge cool, north pole cool. Your just jealous of my awesomeness.
Don't be a hater, player.
Originally posted by galadofwarthethird
reply to post by Eidolon23
Ruin our slapstick with your educational and useful informational posts now will you.
So were is the button to make the milk come out?
educational and useful informational posts now will you.
But those are some really tiny cows, for any family farm that is not trying to become a giant conglomerate it seems they would be ideal milking cows.
You might want to show this to them survivalist SHTF out in the bush peoples, because like you know it takes more then a tent some guns and bullets, to survive if it really does come down to that. Just one of these tiny cows would sustain them with milk for a long long time, on dam little intake or forage that would be require to feed them and keep them.
So were is the button to make the milk come out?
Or was it some sort of pulling mechanism under the belly!
Complicated stuff.
You know where that button is, and who's been stabbing their finger down on it like it owes them money. Right?
I'ts a good thing you put that question mark there because NO I dont know were the button is or who would be so impatient and rude as to continuously stab there finger down on it like it owes them money. In some things you see I am afraid that I am prety clueless. And so I have to ask.....?
When Mr. Evans took out his latch key and let himself into his little Antique Shop, he was disturbed by a particular sadistic image he had not been troubled by since he saw John Crow embrace the Hele Stone at Stonehenge. Mechanically he closed the street door; mechanically he lit a candle; mechanically he met the marble gaze of an alabaster bust of Dante; mechanically he ascended the flight of narrow stairs to his bedroom above... He saw nothing of the massive chimney across the way. He saw nothing of the carved Gothic doorways. He caught no floating essences from the bed of Jonquils in the little gardens beyond these houses. The mystical breath of sleep rising from the summit of the Tor and from the pinnacles of St. John's Church and from the broken cornices of the ruined Abbey arches passed him by untouched. One single image of homicidal violence, at once a torment of remorse and a living temptation, wiped out completely all these impressions...
"If only I could see it once... just once... with my own eyes... what Merlin hid... what Joseph found... the Cauldron of Yr Echwyd... the undying Grail... this madness would pass from me... but.... but..."
"But," Mr. Evans screamed in his twanging, quivering, twitching nerves; and although no sound but a lamentable sigh passes his open lips it would have been hard for anyone watching him not to believe he was shouting, "but... but... I...don't...want... to see it!"