384 Forum Posts by "MarijuanaClock"
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No you'll never see that, you see Daddy bought him out of real military services a long time ago.
Well not in the bars, but in a resturant or any other public place. Also When you drink you don't damage the liver of the guy sitting next to you, just yourself.
I'm a socialist and a athiest.
NOTHING! Why the fuck would I support christianity, commercialism, and the mob mentality?
What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?
What with some driver as I ride on the seat by his side?
What with some fisherman drawing his seine by the shore as I walk by
and pause?
What gives me to be free to a woman's and man's good-will? what
gives them to be free to mine?
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The efflux of the soul is happiness, here is happiness,
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times,
Now it flows unto us, we are rightly charged.
Here rises the fluid and attaching character,
The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of
man and woman,
(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day
out of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet
continually out of itself.)
Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the
love of young and old,
From it falls distill'd the charm that mocks beauty and attainments,
Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.
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Allons! whoever you are come travel with me!
Traveling with me you find what never tires.
The earth never tires,
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first, Nature is rude
and incomprehensible at first,
Be not discouraged, keep on, there are divine things well envelop'd,
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can
tell.
Allons! we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however convenient this dwelling
we cannot remain here,
However shelter'd this port and however calm these waters we must
not anchor here,
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted
to receive it but a little while.
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Allons! the inducements shall be greater,
We will sail pathless and wild seas,
We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper
speeds by under full sail.
Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements,
Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity;
Allons! from all formules!
From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests.
The stale cadaver blocks up the passage-the burial waits no longer.
Allons! yet take warning!
He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance,
None may come to the trial till he or she bring courage and health,
Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself,
Only those may come who come in sweet and determin'd bodies,
No diseas'd person, no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted
here.
(I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes,
We convince by our presence.)
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Listen! I will be honest with you,
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin'd, you hardly
settle yourself to satisfaction before you are call'd by an
irresistible call to depart,
You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those
who remain behind you,
What beckonings of love you receive you shall only answer with
passionate kisses of parting,
You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach'd hands
toward you.
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Allons! after the great Companions, and to belong to them!
They too are on the road- they are the swift and majestic men- they
are the greatest women,
Enjoyers of calms of seas and storms of seas,
Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,
Habitues of many distant countries, habitues of far-distant
dwellings,
Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary toilers,
Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore,
Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of
children, bearers of children,
Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lowerers-down of
coffins,
Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years, the curious
years each emerging from that which preceded it,
Journeyers as with companions, namely their own diverse phases,
Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days,
Journeyers gayly with their own youth, journeyers with their bearded
and well-grain'd manhood,
Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass'd, content,
Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that
would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are
mine.
I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
All seems beautiful to me,
can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me
I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.
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Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear it would not amaze me,
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear'd it would not
astonish me.
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.
Here a great personal deed has room,
(Such a deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,
Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law and mocks all
authority and all argument against it.)
Here is the test of wisdom,
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools,
Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it to another not having it,
Wisdom is of the soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own
proof,
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities and is content,
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the
excellence of things;
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes
it out of the soul.
Now I re-examine philosophies and religions,
They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the
spacious clouds and along the landscape and flowing currents.
Here is realization,
Here is a man tallied-he realizes here what he has in him,
The past, the future, majesty, love-if they are vacant of you, you
are vacant of them.
Only the kernel of every object nourishes;
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me?
Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?
Here is adhesiveness, it is not previously fashion'd, it is apropos;
Do you know what it is as you pass to be loved by strangers?
Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?
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Here is the efflux of the soul,
The efflux of the soul comes from within through embower'd gates,
ever provoking questions,
These yearnings why are they? these thoughts in the darkness why are
they?
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me the sunlight
expands my blood?
Why when they leave me do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious
thoughts descend upon me?
(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees and always
drop fruit as I pass
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The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is
not wanted,
The cheerful voice of the public road, the gay fresh sentiment of
the road.
O highway I travel, do you say to me Do not leave me?
Do you say Venture not-if you leave me you are lost?
Do you say I am already prepared, I am well-beaten and undenied,
adhere to me?
O public road, I say back I am not afraid to leave you, yet I love
you,
You express me better than I can express myself,
You shall be more to me than my poem.
I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all
free poems also,
I think I could stop here myself and do miracles,
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever
beholds me shall like me,
I think whoever I see must be happy.
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From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master total and absolute,
Listening to others, considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that
would hold me.
I inhale great draughts of space,
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are
mine.
I am larger, better than I thought,
I did not know I held so much goodness.
All seems beautiful to me,
can repeat over to men and women You have done such good to me
I would do the same to you,
I will recruit for myself and you as I go,
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go,
I will toss a new gladness and roughness among them,
Whoever denies me it shall not trouble me,
Whoever accepts me he or she shall be blessed and shall bless me.
Walt Whitman is the my favorite poet. I love this poem; it's quite inspiring. Anyway I thought I'd post it. It'll be a nice chage from gaming, spam, biggest topics, and anime.
Song Of The Open Road, Walt Whitman
Best poet ever, Walt Whitman.
I love this poem. Just felt like sharing that lol.
AFOOT and light-hearted I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me leading wherever I choose.
Henceforth I ask not good-fortune, I myself am good-fortune,
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms,
Strong and content I travel the open road.
The earth, that is sufficient,
I do not want the constellations any nearer,
I know they are very well where they are,
I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens,
I carry them, men and women, I carry them with me wherever
I go,
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them,
I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)
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You road I enter upon and look around, I believe you are not all
that is here,
I believe that much unseen is also here.
Here the profound lesson of reception, nor preference nor denial,
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas'd, the
illiterate person, are not denied;
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar's tramp, the
drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person's carriage, the fop, the eloping
couple,
The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the
town, the return back from the town,
They pass, I also pass, any thing passes, none can be interdicted,
None but are accepted, none but shall be dear to me.
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You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings and give them
shape!
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I believe you are latent with unseen existences, you are so dear to
me.
You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!
You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined
side! you distant ships!
You rows of houses! you window-pierc'd facades! you roofs!
You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!
You doors and ascending steps! you arches!
You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!
From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to
yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,
From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive
surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable
with me.
I really don't like him; however, I would not make an unintelligible statement like "Bush Sux."
No he would desimate Iraq, secure oil, and show militarism does work as long as your able to kill enough people.
Lung Cancer?
Smoking does cause a serious threat to the people around you. I don't smoke tobaco, but whenever I smoke mj I ask the people around me if it's ok with them.
It's not my place to say. It's the womens choice, whatever moral or ethical implications she will face are no concern of mine. She and she alone will have to deal with it. Whatever it may be.
Who cares? Are you telling me they actaully pay people to watch gay sheep?
What a waste of money, who could give a damn?
Eh, anyway my belief in personal freedom draws me to the libretarian ideology, yet my belief in economic regulation draws me back away.
At 12/2/02 09:08 PM, Commander-K25 wrote: nix the nationalism
Then I ask you again:
Religion, Nationalism, Capitalism.
If we eliminate these things what will we have?
Conservatives and Liberals must be united in there belief in freedom. Often I hear conservatives blaming liberals for loss of freedoms, and often I hear liberals blaming conservatives for loss of freedoms. The fact is a totalistarian state can occur on the right(Facism) or Left(communism). The only thing bickering will do is aid those who seek to limit are our freedoms. Only by being solid and firm in our resolve will we protect what makes America great. Now I'm a leftist, but I'm also a realist. I realize a communist state won't work any better then a facist state. Sure I disagree with conservatives, but when it comes down to it I will fight with them to protect true democracy. Within democracy, well thats another issue, but on this issue we most stand united. We must not allow those whould would destroy the bill of rights and freedoms of America to do so.
MJC
At 12/2/02 08:59 PM, Commander-K25 wrote: Stalinist Russia
Khmer Rouge
Red China
all of the above
So you're saying those places aren't Nationalistic?
Whaaa??????
At 12/2/02 08:54 PM, Commander-K25 wrote: fascism has nothing to do with conservatism
try reading before you post plz
Whaaa? You asked what conservatism is, it's left of facism. I did not say it was facism, I said it was left of facism. Wheres the problem?
Communism-Socialism-Liberalism-Conservatism-Facism
If we eliminated these things what would we have?
What is Conservatism...Really?
One step left of facism?
She said what we're all thinking.
Militarily: America
Socialy: Canada
Racists they are!
Muslim hate crime hasn't gone up over 20% in America since 9/11, Pat Bucanon didn't say Islam is a evil religion, Americans have never abused the middle east, America did not flood the middle east with weapons to fight the soviets, America did not flood iraq full of weapons to fight iran! We are absolved of sin! We are rightous they are the haters! It is a one way street! </SARCASM>
Organized Religion was just a tool to control the masses. Sine we have evolved, we have the rule of law now. Weather our current laws are based on christianity or not, we no longer need the religion to support the laws. The laws can stand on there own. Organized religion is obsolete.
Religion is the opium of the people - Karl Marx
At 11/26/02 09:52 PM, iOcide wrote:
MarijuanaClock, wanna write something formal for my zine? IM me. Id like to see your work published in my local magazine.
sure
For someone who has never done any real military service Pressident Bush is really pushing for war. The UN has been trying to find a peaceful solution to Iraq for the past 6 months, yet all I hear from America is "War, War, War, War!" Really shouldn't war be a last resort? I'm not opposed to force when needed, yet why would he push so hard for war when there's a good chance the problem can be solved other ways? Now I'm not saying Iraq is not a threat, a threat created by past American foriegn policy, but the fact is if it were only about the weapons America would not be pushing this hard for war. America has a vested interest in war, oil. You know how it goes, "To the victor goes the spoils." It's hard for me to believe that of the countless wars, conflicts, and atrocities going on in this world right now our Pressident actualy gives a damn about liberating the Iraqia people. I mean call it what it is, we all know America needs oil to run. I really couldn't care what country America rapes for resources, it's what runs America. However, I can't stand this false image that our Pressident is presenting. It's about oil, pain and simple.
At 11/23/02 01:38 PM, Nightshadeplus wrote: So true, so true. And about Iraq, the speech mentioned about the dictators that the US has given weapons to. Saddam Hussein is one of the many dictators that the US has armed to the teeth with biological and military weaponry.
Over 50 to be exact. Not just arms though, capital, funds, training, arms, ect...
If you hand out weapons to the world do you expect them to play nicely?
Well isn't that grand, America can't hit 1960 soviet made scuds. American technology can't beat good old fashioned Soviet wobbly-ness. Good to know that Giant defense budget helps us combat old soviet relics from the 1960s ........... And America won the cold war how?
U.S. launches test Scud over Pacific
Monday, November 25, 2002 Posted: 5:42 PM EST (2242 GMT)
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VANDENBERG AIR FORCE BASE, California (AP) -- The U.S. military launched a Scud missile Monday to obtain data for use in developing missile defense systems.
The missile lifted off from a mobile launcher, reached an altitude of 281,000 feet and traveled 186 miles before it fell into the Pacific Ocean, Missile Defense Agency spokesman Chris Taylor said. The test was conducted to obtain flight data, and did not involve an intercept attempt, he said.
It was the military's second launch this month of a Scud, a ballistic missile that was developed by the Soviet Union in the 1960s and is now in the arsenals of at least 25 nations, including Iraq.
The launch was part of a $13 million program to help develop an advanced version of the Patriot anti-missile system and other defense technologies, officials said.
The Patriot was put to the test during the 1991 Gulf War, when Iraq fired about 90 Scuds. Forty-three landed in Saudi Arabia and 39 in Israel. One hit a U.S. barracks in Saudi Arabia, killing 28 soldiers. A congressional report found that Patriots downed only four Scuds.
The Scud is difficult to hit because it wobbles wildly in flight.
