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Nope, I forgot.
Graham do you pursue this biological science thing bottoms up, tops down, or middle out?
I hope you can remember not to joke about a ladies Bottom again, hehehe
Nope, I forgot.
Graham do you pursue this biological science thing bottoms up, tops down, or middle out?
Aaaaaahhhhh, well ce la vie. Merci beau flew the coop.. hehehe...... So Micheal, and Austin, do you care to embark on a verbal dialogue? You know where to zone in to locate moi, toodle oooooski Dear Sir
They were on their way to the ‘Gathering’ at the Chateau Frontenac in the middle of the St. Lawrence River in Quebec City, waiting outside on a bench when some faint gleams of recognition sparkled in the wine that was their mind’s eye.
They could hear the sounds of the ice chunks crashing into each other. They happened to be sitting outdoors on the same bench, daydreaming away the time.
She opened her eyes and spoke at last: “Bonjour, monsieur.”
“C’est moi!” Austin replied.
“Avez-vous le temps de rester un moment?” she inquired?
“Oui, oui, mademoiselle.”
“La grande convention?”
“Oui, oui, une amie, tous les soirs! La collecte!”
“Je m’appelle Tarina,” she whispered softly.
“Salutations. Je suis tellement hapy de vous voir ici.”
“Allons-nous entendre les grands mots?”
“Oui.”
"Parlez-vous anglais?"
"Oui."
"Shall we continue in English?"
"Yes."
I have been waiting for so long for such a gentleman as yourself, Tarina replies to Austin. As Tarina looks into the depths of the windows to Austins' soul, sparks of understanding gather and connect with such a force that Austin and Tarina both abruptly rise up from the bench. Tarina was shivering, from the chill in the air as well as from the electicity of the moment. It was as if time itself had stopped.....
well, now that u asked ... as my avatar would imply being so low to the bottom ... perspectively of course,Originally Posted by austintorn@aol.com
ahhh bottoms up ... (my red tie spins but only carly knows that.) heh heh
1841, Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Over-Soul in Essays: First Series, It was a grand sentence of Emanuel Swedenborg, which would alone indicate the greatness of that man's perception, — "It is no proof of a man's understanding to be able to confirm whatever he pleases; but to be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false, this is the mark and character of intelligence."
The sense of liveliness and excitement glimmered and brought even more of a glow to the golden-haired angel Tarina which then fed on back through Austin and so on until space disappeared as well. He gave her his coat for her shivers, although he was still in it, and this kept them warm on the way to the hotel for dinner before the presentations of great ideas for this evening of the Gathering.
Many other ToeQuestors were arriving, too. for this fortnight of imagination's gleanings and meanings.
Graham was going bottoms up in the lounge, starting with a green quark.
as the quark took hold a strange transformation took over graham that austin quickly filmed.
1841, Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Over-Soul in Essays: First Series, It was a grand sentence of Emanuel Swedenborg, which would alone indicate the greatness of that man's perception, — "It is no proof of a man's understanding to be able to confirm whatever he pleases; but to be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false, this is the mark and character of intelligence."
Graham showed his quark around.
“Ahhh, what a ghastly glow from nature’s heart,” said TimeParticle, who’d just arrived with a book of photos of his many magical wives from the otherworld.
“Hi TP,” said Graham, as he eyed the waitress’s top quarks, then her gluons and around and downward to the bottom and then back up, almost forgetting to note her face, followed a navel expedition back to her belly button. She was full of a strange kind of charm.
TimeParticle was so strong that he couldn’t even shake hands without crushing bones.
Melanie appeared from nowhere and said, “Oh, it’s nothing! I'm not really here.”
Hopes were up that this Gathering would reveal All.
..as the quirks in the green quarks settled into ribbons of pulsing arcs all knew were just graham trying to communicate in his new form only michael could understand being he was always out laying around in the Sun and had such language skills the type down pat,
all graham could do was suffer not knowing where he was any more or what happened to his soda ...
1841, Ralph Waldo Emerson, The Over-Soul in Essays: First Series, It was a grand sentence of Emanuel Swedenborg, which would alone indicate the greatness of that man's perception, — "It is no proof of a man's understanding to be able to confirm whatever he pleases; but to be able to discern that what is true is true, and that what is false is false, this is the mark and character of intelligence."
"Ooooh, ew, Graham's soda has green stuff in it. Every kid knows that green stuff on food is an attempt to poison them. Some even bring a magnifying glass to inspect any minute green dots that could pose a danger.
Graham, you are lounging and lunging in the lounge for the French-looking chambermaid and glowing green. How did you get that quark past the atom bomb detector, not that you are anything but a normal scientist who lives in a floating magnetic house above the north pole.
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