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Simon of the Playa
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Simon of the Playa
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- Joined: Thu Sep 06, 2007 6:25 pm
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- Camp Name: La Guilde des Hashischins
- Location: BRC, Nevada.
Pick Up the Eggshells
Mother has kept a period of chicken, each of the chickens hatched, squatting in the nest
eggs, you can hear a steady booming by the sound of voice. mother told me that is the chicks
began to pick eggshell. i saw a white eggshell a hole. a sharp tongue yellow cream to peck,
eggshell apart, bedraggled little chicken from the mouth struggled out of hull. before the
chickens was difficult to see that clinging to some sparse hair,oreo and big pore of the
skin, shook their take-over is the nineteen seventies the old man. it was only one night,
and the next morning to go to see them, have a night to complete the round, with thick with
soft beautiful like little round the body and dark eyes and the squeak babble, full of life
and loving and vitality. i have repeatedly to his mother asked, chickens at the hard shell
is too slow. as we help them eggshell broken and set it out.Mother smiled and said no,
artificial shelling out the chickens a not well fed. i don't believe in and quietly for a
just pecked at the chick gently peel off eggshell and give it a red string to tie the mark.
the next day, i've been tracked the "baby" only i have chicken, and she was tired and was a
flock of chickens were fit to drink water, food is whoever fails to the front row and weak
in after eating the cold. one day, it was found dead in a cage, the body is rigid,I weep for
several days. people have also be so, in the crucial which have to rely on our own strength
to pick up the eggshell. the savings energy challenge the will of course not to jump across.
if you consciously or not the forces, complete with the growth process will appear to be in breach of the weaknesses.
From the Most Sacred Scrolls of the Panda
eggs, you can hear a steady booming by the sound of voice. mother told me that is the chicks
began to pick eggshell. i saw a white eggshell a hole. a sharp tongue yellow cream to peck,
eggshell apart, bedraggled little chicken from the mouth struggled out of hull. before the
chickens was difficult to see that clinging to some sparse hair,oreo and big pore of the
skin, shook their take-over is the nineteen seventies the old man. it was only one night,
and the next morning to go to see them, have a night to complete the round, with thick with
soft beautiful like little round the body and dark eyes and the squeak babble, full of life
and loving and vitality. i have repeatedly to his mother asked, chickens at the hard shell
is too slow. as we help them eggshell broken and set it out.Mother smiled and said no,
artificial shelling out the chickens a not well fed. i don't believe in and quietly for a
just pecked at the chick gently peel off eggshell and give it a red string to tie the mark.
the next day, i've been tracked the "baby" only i have chicken, and she was tired and was a
flock of chickens were fit to drink water, food is whoever fails to the front row and weak
in after eating the cold. one day, it was found dead in a cage, the body is rigid,I weep for
several days. people have also be so, in the crucial which have to rely on our own strength
to pick up the eggshell. the savings energy challenge the will of course not to jump across.
if you consciously or not the forces, complete with the growth process will appear to be in breach of the weaknesses.
From the Most Sacred Scrolls of the Panda
The not too far
"Is playing hide-and-seek games. nearly sunset, and the four different groups of children
was to come. no, just finishing work at school, day in the leisure time early in the hands
of the lively children. a bungalow shahe city, and laughter. the adults find a flat stone
sat,to discuss the work of fun. really, the children played at hide-and-seek games. a
bungalow courtyard dwellilngs; quadrangle dwellings some hiding-place:liang fang,Aisle, even
th avenue 14th, the dog's kennel. they played the game to enjoy it, this is not the small
street, they cannot think of anything better to play. the traditional game has strong
vitality, the adults talk and keeps do they still repeatedly and a few tears. there was a
child does not know the night was deep, he was afraid that he is easily found and hid away
from the place.One was looking for other children, adults, or his back patted on the dust of
going home. his back, they scattered to find, shouted their confidants by nicknames. he kept
too long, and so secret, don't know what has happened outside. he cheerfully there waiting
for people to find, he got a good hiding place and thankful for. such a place of safety, and
he will not say to go out. however, Child is still a child, and soon they will get bored.
finally, a larger boy made a decision: return to their homes. it's no use of hands, and
everyone who has no objection, he was afraid that he had also separated and to return home.
time after a long time, he can't hold out much longer, they tried out look without seeing
another person. he thought it impossible to find him at once, and went quietly through the
back. after a long way to see a man, he began to fan di gu.They all gone? this is not to go
elsewhere to play? he began to fear, he pressed his voice to those children, no answer. he
quickened his pace, the heartbeat accelerated. he ventured to call them, still no answer. he
is frightened and his head buzzing, scalp pins and needles, stubborn and fell down in the
mire. he was frightened to cry, but not to cry aloud, he heard the people "in" dogs and the
top of the tree of the strange noise. he was sobbing and wailing.He somehow got home. then
he grew older. in this world, he began to combat it. we live in this group, some rules is no
need to be written in the face, the too far.
from the Most Sacred Writings of the Panda
was to come. no, just finishing work at school, day in the leisure time early in the hands
of the lively children. a bungalow shahe city, and laughter. the adults find a flat stone
sat,to discuss the work of fun. really, the children played at hide-and-seek games. a
bungalow courtyard dwellilngs; quadrangle dwellings some hiding-place:liang fang,Aisle, even
th avenue 14th, the dog's kennel. they played the game to enjoy it, this is not the small
street, they cannot think of anything better to play. the traditional game has strong
vitality, the adults talk and keeps do they still repeatedly and a few tears. there was a
child does not know the night was deep, he was afraid that he is easily found and hid away
from the place.One was looking for other children, adults, or his back patted on the dust of
going home. his back, they scattered to find, shouted their confidants by nicknames. he kept
too long, and so secret, don't know what has happened outside. he cheerfully there waiting
for people to find, he got a good hiding place and thankful for. such a place of safety, and
he will not say to go out. however, Child is still a child, and soon they will get bored.
finally, a larger boy made a decision: return to their homes. it's no use of hands, and
everyone who has no objection, he was afraid that he had also separated and to return home.
time after a long time, he can't hold out much longer, they tried out look without seeing
another person. he thought it impossible to find him at once, and went quietly through the
back. after a long way to see a man, he began to fan di gu.They all gone? this is not to go
elsewhere to play? he began to fear, he pressed his voice to those children, no answer. he
quickened his pace, the heartbeat accelerated. he ventured to call them, still no answer. he
is frightened and his head buzzing, scalp pins and needles, stubborn and fell down in the
mire. he was frightened to cry, but not to cry aloud, he heard the people "in" dogs and the
top of the tree of the strange noise. he was sobbing and wailing.He somehow got home. then
he grew older. in this world, he began to combat it. we live in this group, some rules is no
need to be written in the face, the too far.
from the Most Sacred Writings of the Panda
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H.G.Crosby
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the fire elf
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Confining ourselves to the problem of locality for the present, let us begin with the simple case of a sensitive surface, only two points of which receive stimulation from without. How, first, are these two points felt as
alongside of each other with an interval of space between them? We must be conscious of two things for this: of the duality of the excited points, and of the extensiveness of the unexcited interval. The duality alone,
although a necessary, is not a sufficient condition of the spatial separation. We may, for instance, discern two sounds in the same place, sweet and sour in the same lemonade, warm and cold, round and pointed
contact in the same place on the skin, etc. In all discrimination the recognition of the duality of two feelings by the mind is the easier the more strongly the feelings are contrasted in quality. If our two excited
points awaken identical qualities of sensation, they must, perforce, appear to the mind as one; and, not distinguished at all, they are, a fortiori, not localized apart.
