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twitteringfolly@aol.com - 09 Sep 2005 15:29 GMT ~ * ~ _________________________________________ !Morning Wood Continues Public Education ~ _________________________________________ ~ * A Morning Wood Very Special Public Service Announcement * ~ _________________________________________ ~ * STOP A Suicide Today * ~ _________________________________________ ~ * WORLD SUICIDE PREVENTION DAY ~ 10 September 2005
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"Each year in America almost 30,000 People commit suicide, and 70% of those people Tell someone or give warning signs Before taking their own life.
Stop A Suicide, Today!
Can teach you how to recognize The WARNING signs of suicide in family, Friends, co ~ workers, and patients,
And why
You need to respond As you would do with any medical emergency."
The Life ~ Enhancing Power of Caring ~ !
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"Tragically, Suicide is a fatal response to a treatable illness, Usually depression."
~ Douglas Jacobs, MD, Associate Clinical Professor, Psychiatry, Harvard Medical School
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Just see ~ http://www.stopasuicide.org
~~~ *~ _________________________________________ A Morning Wood Recognition Of ~
Aunt Helen Fisher
~ * Wit, Cleverness, & Classy Outrage * ~
Helen, A really hot chick, Who wore really kewl golf socks, Read first to me ~
"Alice In Wonderland"
~ * Drowned late one night, Her backyard lake, La Grange, Georgia, 1970
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Twittering One - 09 Sep 2005 16:03 GMT NYU Medical Center ADHD Adult Clinic Cocksucking Professionals ~
I hope you lose your license, Because you stink At your job.
http://www.mentalhealthscreening.org/index.aspx
Twittering One - 09 Sep 2005 16:06 GMT My name is Virginia H. Hooper.
I think healthcare professionals Who egregiously fail or abuse patients Should lose their license.
That happened to me.
http://groups.google.com/group/sci.med/browse_frm/thread/74333f7d4adf2db2/c811d9 116b7df944#c811d9116b7df944
$$ Jinn $$ - 09 Sep 2005 16:52 GMT > My name is Virginia H. Hooper. My name is Virginia H. Hooper.
> I think healthcare professionals > Who egregiously fail or abuse patients > Should lose their license. I think wealthy professionals Who neuter their pets Should lose their lice.
> That happened to me. Fleas happened to me.
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Twittering One - 09 Sep 2005 18:51 GMT "I think wealthy professionals Who neuter their pets Should lose their lice. Fleas happened to me." ~ Jinn
"Still working overtime On RidX ~ ?" ~ Folly
Twittering One - 09 Sep 2005 18:53 GMT ~ * ~ ________________________________________ ~ * Just One of The Morning Wood Matinee Dancing Performances * ~ ________________________________________ ~ * The Flea Market
Tics, Hiccups, & Tea Cups & Performing Fleas Swing Both Ways on the Trapeze * ~
[Not Le Cirque Soleil]
A forthcoming Morning Wood High Tea Time Ballet
~ * ~ ~ ~ ~ "...hardly a vocabulary left to wonder, uncertain as we are of so much in this existence, this botched, cumbersome, much-mended, not unsatisfactory thing."
~ Amy Clampitt, "A Hermit Thrush,"
>From "The Collected Poems" _________________________________________ * Dogging Arts * Fogging Minds * It's a Star * _________________________________________ * ~ * ~
$$ Jinn $$ - 09 Sep 2005 16:11 GMT Birth's first, Death's best. - Dale Houstman
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>~ * ~ > _________________________________________ [quoted text clipped - 84 lines] > _________________ > http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo John Evans - 09 Sep 2005 20:39 GMT Typical AOL/Google/WebTV idiocy.
Turn off your computer, go outside, and die.
> ~ * ~ > <Morning Wood(!)> Dennis M. Hammes - 10 Sep 2005 12:56 GMT > Typical AOL/Google/WebTV idiocy. > > Turn off your computer, go outside, and die. Save an oily bird, and it'll take care of the woim.
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mournenwould@aol.com - 09 Sep 2005 23:49 GMT YOU ARE A LIAR AND THEY HARMED ME AND YOU ARE NOT DOING YOUR f.cking GODDAMN JOB YOU ARE A LIAR AND THEY HARMED ME AND YOU ARE NOT DOING YOUR f.cking GODDAMN JOBYOU ARE A LIAR AND THEY HARMED ME AND YOU ARE NOT DOING YOUR f.cking GODDAMN JOBYOU ARE A LIAR AND THEY HARMED ME AND YOU ARE NOT DOING YOUR f.cking GODDAMN JOBYOU ARE A LIAR AND THEY HARMED ME AND YOU ARE NOT DOING YOUR f.cking GODDAMN JOBYOU ARE A LIAR AND THEY HARMED ME AND YOU ARE NOT DOING YOUR f.cking GODDAMN JOBYOU ARE A LIAR AND THEY HARMED ME AND YOU ARE NOT DOING YOUR f.cking GODDAMN JOB
$$ Jinn $$ - 09 Sep 2005 23:55 GMT b zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
My kitten typed the above.
Isn't he talented?
I live in an artist community.
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> YOU ARE A LIAR > AND THEY HARMED ME [quoted text clipped - 19 lines] > AND YOU ARE NOT DOING YOUR f.cking > GODDAMN JOB Dennis M. Hammes - 10 Sep 2005 12:58 GMT > b zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz > [quoted text clipped - 3 lines] > > I live in an artist community. Yes. You clean their catboxes. Too bad you take your lessons from them. All but the part about burying your own sh.t.
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twitteringfolly@aol.com - 09 Sep 2005 23:57 GMT ~ * Hatch of That ~ Of Thee * ~
Hour they are not. Hatred yours foutues of the interiora. Hatred. They are hurt to me. I hate your entrails foutues. I hate. I wounded. I never before did not always wound like this. My head wounds me too much. I hate your entrails foutues. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I am not. I want to die. My life was never ever like this Front ~ Door of Hell. Hatred yours foutues of the interiora. I wish to die. I wish to die. I wish to die. They are not. I wish to die. My life was not never ever like The Front Hatch of That ~ Of Thee Hell. Yes, they are, with the reason much good ones. They have been damaged. A lot has been violato. Nearly they are died. I have lost my spirit. I have lost my line of life, also. I was unarmed. Yes, I am, with the very good reason. I was harmed. I was very violated. I almost died. I lost my spirit. I lost my life line, too. I was unarmed. Nobody worried, nobody knew. I lost happiness, too. I lost much more, also, but nobody gives one nothing or knows which I am. I was accustomed to being a happy person. Now I hate you. Now I wish that I be died. I was accustomed to being a happy person. Now I hate my principal evils so much. I hate you. I wish that I be died. My head wounds too much. I was accustomed to being a happy person. Now I am not. I hate your entrails foutues. I hate. I wounded. I never before did not always wound like this. My head wounds me too much. I hate your entrails foutues. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I am not. I want to die. My life was never ever like this Front ~ Door of Hell. Yes, I am, with the very good reason. I was wronged. I violated very. I died almost. I lost my spirit. I lost my line of life, too much. I age unarmed. Nobody worried, nobody knew. I lost the happiness, too much. I lost much more, also, but nobody does not give to a nothing or knows which I is. I was accustomed to be a happy person. Now I hate it. Now I desire that I is died. I was accustomed to be a happy person. Now I hate mine evils main thus very. I hate it. They are died almost. I lost my spirit. I lost my line of the life, also. I age unarmed. Nobody ciao, nobody knew. I lost the happiness, also. I desire that I is died. My head wounds too much. I was accustomed to be a happy person. Now I am not. Hour they hatred. Desire of hour I that is died. Accustomed to be a happy person. Hatred of the hour my main pipe of malvagità consequently very. They hatred. I desire that is died. My head for too much. Accustomed to be a happy person. Hour is not. Hatred its foutues of the interiora. Hatred. Me they are wounded. I hate its foutues of entrails. I hate. I wounded me. I had never before not been gotten hurt always as this. My head wounds me too much. I hate its foutues of entrails. I want to die. I want to die. I want to die. I am not. I want to die. My life was never always as The Front Door Of ~ Of The Hell. Hatred its foutues of the interiora. I desire to die. I desire to die. I desire to die. They are not. I desire to die. My life was not never always as the front vestibule Of This ~ Of The Hell of Thee. Hour hatred my malvagità main therefore a lot. Them hatred. I wish that it is died. My head fer too much. Accustomed to being one happy person. Hour they are not. Hatred yours foutues of the interiora. Hatred. They are hurt to me. It has before not been hurt never always like this. My head the fer too much. Hatred yours foutues of the interiora. I wish to die. I wish to die. I wish to die. They are not. I wish to die.
My life was not never ever like The Front Hatch of That ~ Of Thee Hell.
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Renay - 10 Sep 2005 00:04 GMT twitteringfo...@aol.com wrote:
> ~ * Hatch of That ~ > Of Thee * ~ [quoted text clipped - 55 lines] > > ~ * ~ How do you feel about the your new poetry hobby?
Does it give you a reason to live?
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Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 09:08 GMT "How do you feel about the your new poetry Hobbyhorse ~ ? Does it give you a reason to live ~ ?" ~ Renay
"Raison d'etre, I possessed always. Poetry ...
~ * Opera Noir, Twisted Notes * ~
Kept me sane, If rather lame." ~ Twittering
$$ Jinn $$ - 10 Sep 2005 13:31 GMT > "How do you feel about the your new poetry > Hobbyhorse ~ ? > Does it give you a reason to live ~ ?" > ~ Renay "Zappy!" ... "Whoa Baby!"
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> "Raison d'etre, > I possessed always. > Poetry ... As though bees knew the brevity of best.
> ~ * Opera Noir, Twisted > Notes * ~ > > Kept me sane, > If rather lame." > ~ Twittering Noted scores pour forth. Lame games flame blame.
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Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 19:59 GMT "Noted scores pour forth. Lame games flame blame." ~ Jinn
"Lame may not walk, or battle, But lame sees, even if unable, Sruck dumb, mute, powerless." ~Twittering
Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 20:08 GMT "Struck dumb, by pain, left powerless Grains of sand counted, an hour glass, An eternity witnessed.
Lame, O, yes, but able to bear witness, Another's pain, or my own reflection, My own image, reversed, a clear
Pool brimming, Sparkling." ~ Folly
Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 20:25 GMT "Folly, I am SICK and TIRED Of hearing about your pain! GET your OWN DAMN self out of IT! And stop blaming your PAST. Read a BOOK. You GO OVERBOARD EVERYTHING YOU DO! YOU JUST cannot leave ANYTHING ALONE! getyourwondamnselfoutofit.
It takes a tough man to make a tender chicken." ~ Mr. Perdue, The Poultry Farmer
"Folly, get back ~ ! Stay very far away from him, please. I am very serious." ~ Twittering
Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 20:34 GMT "Twittering ~ Pain's my business, Remember ~ ? Afraid, I am not. Your Mum sent me to protect you.
If your pain I witness, I warn you, as you do for me. You protect me, I protect you.
I am not afraid of Mr. Perdue. Pain is my business, As God, your Mum, my witness
Knows well. Surely, this you know, For many times now, I have said So. Your Mum knows, too.
Your Mum, My Mum, c'est la vie ~ Flora, Fauna, minerals, too ~ !" ~ Folly
Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 20:46 GMT "What family would allow Thirty years to pass?
What did I ever do So horrible to you?
Folly, thank you. You are my family.
But no kidding, stay Away from Perdue. That's my job, too.
Further, stay very far
>From NYU Medical Center. Evil people granted the gift To heal, there do harm
Upon the unarmed, the disarmed, Upon the disenfranchised.
Perdue, yes, a very famous Brand, well advertised.
But trust me, Perdue Will hurt you. Perdue kills
Byrds such as you. Stay very far away, my order.
You must obey. I love you." ~ Twittering
Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 20:54 GMT Meanwhile, Somewhere else, over there ~
"A Mars a day helps you work, Rest and play." ~ Merlot
"Betcha can't eat just one." ~ Kibbles
"If you want to get ahead, Get a hat." ~ Tyche
"Nothing runs like a Deere." ~ Leonardo
"We answer To a higher authority." ~ Master Minor Byrd
$$ Jinn $$ - 10 Sep 2005 20:48 GMT > "Folly, I am SICK and TIRED > Of hearing about your pain! > GET your OWN DAMN self out of IT! > And stop blaming your PAST. > Read a BOOK. You GO OVERBOARD EVERYTHING YOU DO! I had yachts for years, and only one serious OVERBOARD. Funny story.
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> YOU JUST cannot leave ANYTHING ALONE! > getyourwondamnselfoutofit. [quoted text clipped - 7 lines] > I am very serious." > ~ Twittering $$ Jinn $$ - 10 Sep 2005 20:42 GMT > "Struck dumb, by pain, left powerless > Grains of sand counted, an hour glass, [quoted text clipped - 7 lines] > Sparkling." > ~ Folly Decaying Wonder
As you've wound down to that water hyacinth garden among the reeds
I painted slower stars the colors of the moon and comets.
The gypsy planet dance is ending. Orbits halting, collisions counterpointed on the hills.
Another moon blue from the loss and choosing two simple crosses waits.
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Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 21:02 GMT "Decaying Wonder
As you've wound down to that water hyacinth garden among the reeds
I painted slower stars the colors of the moon and comets.
The gypsy planet dance is ending. Orbits halting, collisions counterpointed on the hills.
Another moon blue from the loss and choosing two simple crosses waits." ~ Jinn
"An intersection, paths crossed, A path laid?
Or a burial plot, Graves, side by side, overlooking Glittering Pensacola Bay,
Winding down a snaking scenic Highway,
A child's garden of Braille, Touchstones, heartfelt, a pattern
Fingers follow, Fingers knows.
My Folly knows, Too, Folly, O, very wise.
She smiles, follows Me around, O, my Folly
Protects me, Sees what my eyes are blind
To ...
Who stands of the far hill Watching me, seeing
I am lost, So alone?" ~ Twittering
Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 21:04 GMT "The decay of Eco, Or a meeting face to face?" ~ Twittering
Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 21:19 GMT "Wooden crate pulled deftly apart, Thin paper set loose. This While the tome is balanced Between your wife and not your wife, while The requiem doles out illusions of return. Sanctus. Curious. Delirious. Double scar in the far sky: star, star.
... 'Only for a certain amount of time are wanted.'
Then? Well then We have it in mind to climb something steep And to wear a hat. We have it in mind To cross paths ..."
~ Ann Lauterbach,
>From "Second Descent, Again," >From "Before Recollection" [p. 47]
Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 21:30 GMT "Wooden crate pulled deftly apart, Downy feathers, chick set loose. This While the tomb is balanced
Between your life and not your life, while The requiem doles out illusions of no return. Peep. Peep. Peep. Cogito,
Ergo ~ ! Quack! Quack! Quack!
Sanctum Sanctorum. Sanctus Bell. Sand casting. Sand dollar. Sandalwood. Sanctus. Curious. Delirious.
Sandbar. Sand box. Sandglass. Double scar in the far sky: star, star. Sandy Sandman sprinkles star dust,
Principally, in your eyes, a starry Principality ~ ! Don't get mesmerized ..." ~ Twittering
"Peep. Peep. Peep. Cogito, Ergo ~ ! Quack! Quack! Quack! Sanctum Sanctorum. Sanctus Bell." ~ Duckhorn
"Golly ~ You're pretty Peeper." ~ Folly
$$ Jinn $$ - 10 Sep 2005 21:36 GMT > "Decaying Wonder > [quoted text clipped - 20 lines] > "An intersection, paths crossed, > A path laid? A Wonder?
> Or a burial plot, > Graves, side by side, overlooking [quoted text clipped - 26 lines] > So alone?" > ~ Twittering Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 22:00 GMT "An intersection, paths crossed, A path laid?" ~ Twittering
"A Wonder?" ~ Jinn
"Herringbone stitch torn asunder, Or burial's plot to unravel me, plunder My mind, my grave, put me underground, Nothing left above of my own Life but hollowness?
Solid ground, I request ~ Nothing more, nothing less, unless,
Wings, too, you grant me, or sailing ship, But nevertheless, ground, my wish, A room of my own I require,
However much, However lovely,
To travel, To visit A Wonder Land as an esteemed guest.
Poised to wonder, The wait's begun." ~ Twittering
Twittering One - 10 Sep 2005 22:07 GMT "The Waiting Room Near the ER. My Magic Tree, My leafy tree I stood under, next to the ER, Contemplating, wondering ~
Do I go in?
O, my Magic Tree, A beautiful irreplaceable tree chopped Down, October, While I wasn't looking." ~ Twittering
"!STOP
!Nursing! !Home! !Abuse!
TOO." ~ Folly
$$ Jinn $$ - 11 Sep 2005 00:39 GMT > "An intersection, paths crossed, > A path laid?" [quoted text clipped - 4 lines] > > "Herringbone stitch torn asunder, The fabric of life frayed?
> Or burial's plot to unravel me, plunder > My mind, my grave, put me underground, > Nothing left above of my own > Life but hollowness? My life was empty, she poured the coffee and death --- so hollow the death. Her life tasted better than coffee. I was stirred.
> Solid ground, I request ~ > Nothing more, nothing less, unless, > > Wings, too, you grant me, or sailing ship, You can borrow my Zappy when I'm not defending the world from Minnesota poetry.
> But nevertheless, ground, my wish, > A room of my own I require, With a view of the Atlantic or Pacific?
> However much, > However lovely, However...
> To travel, > To visit A Wonder Land as an esteemed guest. Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed, The dear repose for limbs with travel tired; But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind, when body's work's expired: For then my thoughts, from far where I abide, Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee, And keep my drooping eyelids open wide, Looking on darkness which the blind do see Save that my soul's imaginary sight Presents thy shadow to my sightless view, Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night, Makes black night beauteous and her old face new. Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind, For thee and for myself no quiet find. -S
> Poised to wonder, > The wait's begun." > ~ Twittering
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$$ Jinn $$ - 10 Sep 2005 20:11 GMT > "Noted scores pour forth. > Lame games flame blame." [quoted text clipped - 4 lines] > Sruck dumb, mute, powerless." > ~Twittering Kitten Roe Beach
That cat swam grandly, gills glistening in the grunion.
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