jwop
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teletubbie?
impress me for free glass
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Skate Hawaii
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delicious chicken salad recipe. although i cant take credit- it was my dads. i remember the last time he made it for me, it was the best.
Combine in a bowl, then put into flat casserole dish:
-- 3 cups (@400 gm) cooked chicken,
chopped
-- 1.5 cups chopped celery
-- 1 can cream of chicken soup
-- 1/2 cup mayonnaise
-- 3 TBSP chopped onion
-- 1 small can mushrooms, chopped
-- 1 tsp salt; some black pepper
-- 2 hard-boiled eggs, chopped
-- 1 can chow mein noodles
Bake 15 min at 450; then sprinkle 1.5 cups shredded cheddar cheese, and then 1/2 to 3/4 cup sliced almonds; cook about 5 more min, to melt cheese and brown almonds.
HOT CHICKEN SALAD
Combine in a bowl, then put into flat casserole dish:
-- 3 cups (@400 gm) cooked chicken,
chopped
-- 1.5 cups chopped celery
-- 1 can cream of chicken soup
-- 1/2 cup mayonnaise
-- 3 TBSP chopped onion
-- 1 small can mushrooms, chopped
-- 1 tsp salt; some black pepper
-- 2 hard-boiled eggs, chopped
-- 1 can chow mein noodles
Bake 15 min at 450; then sprinkle 1.5 cups shredded cheddar cheese, and then 1/2 to 3/4 cup sliced almonds; cook about 5 more min, to melt cheese and brown almonds.
Skate Hawaii
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how about a t-shirt that says "t-shit"
CFL+OutdoorGrower
Active Member
Ive read this whole thread now im done,
Its time for FDD to send me one
I like a bowl, its what i need,
Some skunky weed without a seed
I would be greatful for this glass,
read the rest and please don't pass
I will respect it and will not hate,
Seeing this thread was my fate
I liked resin's poem hes in the zone,
But its time for me to hit the cone
Ill leave it at that look at the time,
4.20 on my watch i hear the chime
Ill wait patienty and will not ask,
Ill wait for this cone while harvest is my task
I like your buds and your tree's,
I'd like you to post more pics for us please.
Regards,CFL.
Its time for FDD to send me one
I like a bowl, its what i need,
Some skunky weed without a seed
I would be greatful for this glass,
read the rest and please don't pass
I will respect it and will not hate,
Seeing this thread was my fate
I liked resin's poem hes in the zone,
But its time for me to hit the cone
Ill leave it at that look at the time,
4.20 on my watch i hear the chime
Ill wait patienty and will not ask,
Ill wait for this cone while harvest is my task
I like your buds and your tree's,
I'd like you to post more pics for us please.
Regards,CFL.
Im sitting and typeing, typeing and sitting i think i hear a bird but i dont its simple its a noise in the back of my head or is it i cant decied this is rediculos my friend matt got my lit and gave me a key board im definatly somthing i can not decied if its hi or if im just imaging it... matt quit talking time is going so slow but waite is it... no! its not five minutes have passed if i just keep this up ill be fine i think, i fell like i just killed a squirrle or somthing innocent but i cant decied i just fell splendid but if its just the way i fell i dont know i wanna fly a plane for some reason and my music is still playing in the back ground its guccie mane spanish plug... its a teas he makes me want to eat tacos really bad and i want A ICY OMG!!!!!!!!!! a icy would be the balls right now holy shit i want to stand up but i cant im trying some one fucking help me damn this sux but its pretty beast! damn it im using will power to get up ima get me a fucking ICY DUCES!!!
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Moobyghost
Guest
Thorny or Horny
In 1794 William Blake wrote the small, eight line poem, The Sick Rose. Using this poem as a springboard I intend to show how his poetry often had deeper meanings including sexual encounters, religious taboos, and real life issues.
[FONT="]O Rose, thou art sick![/FONT][FONT="]The invisible worm[/FONT][FONT="]That flies in the night,[/FONT][FONT="]In the howling storm,[/FONT][FONT="]Has found out thy bed[/FONT][FONT="]Of crimson joy,[/FONT][FONT="]And his dark secret love[/FONT]
The reason I am starting with this poem is that every line in it is a sexual metaphor. Exploring the first line gives us the image of the rose, a sick one to be exact. A rose, when thought of it in a sexual manner references the female vagina. By this rose being sick this may refer to a Sexually Transmitted Disease (STD). Syphilis was rampant at this time as well as other diseases. Even though the condom was in use during this time in a very crude manner, it was still not widely used, and if it was used it was for preventing unwanted pregnancies more than stopping disease. Whether the rose was sick because of a STD or because of some other means is unknown.
The invisible worm is obviously a reference for a mans penis. When using the word invisible to describe his penis he leaves many possibilities. Some of these may include the fact that the male penis is covered up under clothes most of the time and not shown, or because during intercourse one may not see the penis that often, either way, an interesting use of the word invisible.
So what does his worm do in this poem, it flies through the night. A innocent line probably however if you look for the sexual connotation one could think about the fact most sexual encounters probably occurred at night. Especially if the two people were having an affair had to sneak off. His worm, in this poem, travels through a howling storm. I could only think of one metaphor for this one, however after talking to a friend, I realize I am not the only person to get a perverse meaning from it. The symbolism, sexually related of course, that I understood from this poem, would be the sounds that two lovers would make during sexual intercourse. So if you look at the first stanza alone, you could probably see an image of a man telling his lover that he is sorry she is sick because of their sexual encounters together.
In the nest line of the poem we have a simple line referring to finding the bed they shared. What found their bed was sickness, a sickness that came from their own lust. That line was simple compared to the next, which states Of crimson joy. That simple line of only three words can have so many meanings. The first of which comes to mind is passion and happiness. Maybe Blake just meant a happy place they shared. However there are so many meaning to the word crimson. Crimson during his time meant death, and he could be referring to her sickness again with that use. Crimson is also a color used to describe blood and could refer to his lovers menstrual cycle or to a sickness of the blood. These are just a few of possibilities for this line.
His Dark Secret Love, is the third line of the second stanza. Again, this line could have several meanings and I think Blake was proud of that, because the poem can come off both very innocent and sweet, or very raunchy and dirty. He could have just loved this woman with all his heart, whether it was an affair or not is unknown. However, he could be referring to the fact that maybe he himself could have carried this STD to his lover.
Lastly we have Does they life destroy. I understood this to be that his lovers life has now ended. Another person could take as not a physical death so much as an emotional one. Maybe his affair was found out. He could also be talking about how this disease has interrupted their lives that they once lived in favor for a less active life. This is not the only poem by Blake to feature sexual undertones or taboos. The Greek Translation Vortal has this to say on the matter of Blake and his Sexuality, Probably Blake's most pungent 'moral' statement: 'Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. The moral is quite clear here: if you lead a life of asceticism and renunciation of desires then it is not worth living. He also equates the genitals with beauty.
The Catholic religion at this time made it clear that sex was a lowly and sinful thing, and here was Blake stating that he liked to have sex, and was unmoved by the pressure of religion. Only when confronted with a lover illness due to his escapades does he pause and wonder about his nature. Suddenly his poems were not all sweet and innocent. His next collections of poems were called the Songs of Experience. This is where The Sick Rose comes from as well as The Tyger.
This poem asks a lot of questions to the reader as well as leaving some behind. Is the Tiger a symbol of his passion? Blake could be prowling around his city looking for his next lover to woo if he did have affairs. He could also be talking about his passion for his faithful wife. However this poem may not be about sex or passion at all, but about the more obvious topic of religion. One of the taboos of the time was to not talk about the church or God in a negative way. We know that Blake started to feel outrage towards the church and its corruption at the time. Maybe his poetry was starting to reflect those thoughts. One can see a transition in him from his early work to his latter. At first he was carefree and overjoyed, he loved, he wooed, and now he spoke of taboos. He was no longer a soft man, he was starting to be jaded by the real world and his work became more rigid.
In his poems London and The Human Abstract we start to see more real life issues and conditions over the old poems of nature and beauty. During this time in his life he also had to deal with the death of his father, and moving so many times. He struggled to make a living and fell into depression. Everywhere he looked around him he saw suffering and despair. He was living in a cesspool and had no beauty to write about. I can not help but to feel his pain after reading London.
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appals;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
That poem just reeks of sadness. After that you could read The Poison Tree and it just goes on and on. His words became sharper and could stab pains into ones heart. He lived till the age of sixty-nine where he died peacefully speaking about things he saw in heaven. I think now that Blake is one of the greatest poets the world has ever known and I just wish he had enjoyed his life a little bit more in the end like he did in the beginning. He started off as a loving youth with a thirst for nature. As he grew older he lusted for life and all experiences he could get. Then, sadly things around him seemed more bitter than sweet. I think that is they way it always is. When we are young we are so full of life and nothing affects us, then we grow older and see the harshness of the world. We wonder what happened to our youth and the joys it held. We become changed. I think in the end though he was happy with his life. So, yes Blake was a little horny in his youth, and as time moved on he became a little thorny and jagged around the edges. In the end though, he turned out just fine, and gave us some of the best poetry I have ever read. To end this paper I wish to quote one more of Blakes Works and that is a verse from The Marrige of Heaven and Hell.
A brief sexual analysis of William Blakes poetry
By
Moobyghost
(written back when I was in my first year of community college)
(written back when I was in my first year of community college)
In 1794 William Blake wrote the small, eight line poem, The Sick Rose. Using this poem as a springboard I intend to show how his poetry often had deeper meanings including sexual encounters, religious taboos, and real life issues.
[FONT="]O Rose, thou art sick![/FONT][FONT="]The invisible worm[/FONT][FONT="]That flies in the night,[/FONT][FONT="]In the howling storm,[/FONT][FONT="]Has found out thy bed[/FONT][FONT="]Of crimson joy,[/FONT][FONT="]And his dark secret love[/FONT]
Does thy life destroy.
The reason I am starting with this poem is that every line in it is a sexual metaphor. Exploring the first line gives us the image of the rose, a sick one to be exact. A rose, when thought of it in a sexual manner references the female vagina. By this rose being sick this may refer to a Sexually Transmitted Disease (STD). Syphilis was rampant at this time as well as other diseases. Even though the condom was in use during this time in a very crude manner, it was still not widely used, and if it was used it was for preventing unwanted pregnancies more than stopping disease. Whether the rose was sick because of a STD or because of some other means is unknown.
The invisible worm is obviously a reference for a mans penis. When using the word invisible to describe his penis he leaves many possibilities. Some of these may include the fact that the male penis is covered up under clothes most of the time and not shown, or because during intercourse one may not see the penis that often, either way, an interesting use of the word invisible.
So what does his worm do in this poem, it flies through the night. A innocent line probably however if you look for the sexual connotation one could think about the fact most sexual encounters probably occurred at night. Especially if the two people were having an affair had to sneak off. His worm, in this poem, travels through a howling storm. I could only think of one metaphor for this one, however after talking to a friend, I realize I am not the only person to get a perverse meaning from it. The symbolism, sexually related of course, that I understood from this poem, would be the sounds that two lovers would make during sexual intercourse. So if you look at the first stanza alone, you could probably see an image of a man telling his lover that he is sorry she is sick because of their sexual encounters together.
In the nest line of the poem we have a simple line referring to finding the bed they shared. What found their bed was sickness, a sickness that came from their own lust. That line was simple compared to the next, which states Of crimson joy. That simple line of only three words can have so many meanings. The first of which comes to mind is passion and happiness. Maybe Blake just meant a happy place they shared. However there are so many meaning to the word crimson. Crimson during his time meant death, and he could be referring to her sickness again with that use. Crimson is also a color used to describe blood and could refer to his lovers menstrual cycle or to a sickness of the blood. These are just a few of possibilities for this line.
His Dark Secret Love, is the third line of the second stanza. Again, this line could have several meanings and I think Blake was proud of that, because the poem can come off both very innocent and sweet, or very raunchy and dirty. He could have just loved this woman with all his heart, whether it was an affair or not is unknown. However, he could be referring to the fact that maybe he himself could have carried this STD to his lover.
Lastly we have Does they life destroy. I understood this to be that his lovers life has now ended. Another person could take as not a physical death so much as an emotional one. Maybe his affair was found out. He could also be talking about how this disease has interrupted their lives that they once lived in favor for a less active life. This is not the only poem by Blake to feature sexual undertones or taboos. The Greek Translation Vortal has this to say on the matter of Blake and his Sexuality, Probably Blake's most pungent 'moral' statement: 'Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires. The moral is quite clear here: if you lead a life of asceticism and renunciation of desires then it is not worth living. He also equates the genitals with beauty.
The Catholic religion at this time made it clear that sex was a lowly and sinful thing, and here was Blake stating that he liked to have sex, and was unmoved by the pressure of religion. Only when confronted with a lover illness due to his escapades does he pause and wonder about his nature. Suddenly his poems were not all sweet and innocent. His next collections of poems were called the Songs of Experience. This is where The Sick Rose comes from as well as The Tyger.
Tyger Tyger. burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies.
Burnt the fire of thine eyes!
On what wings dare he aspire!
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?
Burnt the fire of thine eyes!
On what wings dare he aspire!
What the hand, dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain,
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp,
Dare its deadly terrors clasp!
When the stars threw down their spears
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
And water'd heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger, Tyger burning bright,
In the forests of the night:
What immortal hand or eye,
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
In his poems London and The Human Abstract we start to see more real life issues and conditions over the old poems of nature and beauty. During this time in his life he also had to deal with the death of his father, and moving so many times. He struggled to make a living and fell into depression. Everywhere he looked around him he saw suffering and despair. He was living in a cesspool and had no beauty to write about. I can not help but to feel his pain after reading London.
I wander thro' each charter'd street,
Near where the charter'd Thames does flow,
And mark in every face I meet
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
In every cry of every man,
In every Infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forg'd manacles I hear.
How the Chimney-sweeper's cry
Every black'ning Church appals;
And the hapless Soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down Palace walls.
But most thro' midnight streets I hear
How the youthful Harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the Marriage hearse.
That poem just reeks of sadness. After that you could read The Poison Tree and it just goes on and on. His words became sharper and could stab pains into ones heart. He lived till the age of sixty-nine where he died peacefully speaking about things he saw in heaven. I think now that Blake is one of the greatest poets the world has ever known and I just wish he had enjoyed his life a little bit more in the end like he did in the beginning. He started off as a loving youth with a thirst for nature. As he grew older he lusted for life and all experiences he could get. Then, sadly things around him seemed more bitter than sweet. I think that is they way it always is. When we are young we are so full of life and nothing affects us, then we grow older and see the harshness of the world. We wonder what happened to our youth and the joys it held. We become changed. I think in the end though he was happy with his life. So, yes Blake was a little horny in his youth, and as time moved on he became a little thorny and jagged around the edges. In the end though, he turned out just fine, and gave us some of the best poetry I have ever read. To end this paper I wish to quote one more of Blakes Works and that is a verse from The Marrige of Heaven and Hell.
Once meek, and in a perilous path,
The just man kept his course along
The vale of death.
Roses are planted where thorns grow.
And on the barren heath
Sing the honey bees.
The just man kept his course along
The vale of death.
Roses are planted where thorns grow.
And on the barren heath
Sing the honey bees.
CFL+OutdoorGrower
Active Member
Today a young man on acid realises that matter is just energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.” - Bill Hicks
captain chronizzle
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Impress you? how bout i show you a funny pipe. i laughed my ass off, and did a double take thinking it was not real. had to buy it. it looks like a cross between a cock and a flute.
ok, here it is.
ok, here it is.
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willworkforweed
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Alright, I got a good story. It has NOTHING to do with weed though, but it is fucking funny.
It was about 3 AM. I was in bed with a horrible stomach ache. I had to shit really badly. But to go to the bathroom, I had to walk past my parent's bedroom. If I woke up my mom, she would flip out and ground me for a week. Taking a shit wasn't worth losing my weekend over. So I held it in. I couldn't go to sleep, though, for fear of shitting if I dozed off. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I HAD to shit. Luckily, I found a ziploc bag in my drawer (the big kind). I took an empty shoebox, held the ziploc bag over the shoebox, squatted over and shit. I had diarrehea, so it was messy. There I am, squatting for 10 minutes over a bag of shit. My legs are killing me. I try to adjust myself, but I fall forward. My knees hit the floor. They bang into the floor, and it's loud. Loud enough that I hear my mom getting out of bed. I throw the bag behind my desk and jump into bed pulling the covers over me. Literally one second later, my mom opens the door. She asks what happened. I tell her that my remote dropped. She goes back to bed, and I'm not grounded. But I can't go retrieve the bag (which is still in the shoebox on the side of my desk). I wait until morning.
So morning comes, I find the box, and it stinks like shit, what do you know. I zip the bag shut, cover up the box and look outside my door. My mom is downstairs, and she'd see the box. I was too scared of her asking what it was, opening it and then finding a bag of shit. So I hide it in my desk until I get back from school.
Okay, now I've got another good but gross story. It's short though, because I have no idea how this happened.
I wake up one morning, and I feel something wet on my legs. I look under the covers, and I see brown everywhere. I had shit the bed. Now, it's not a little turd. It's fucking diarreah. All over my legs and the bed. And I mean all over the bed. I'm fucking panicking. I race downstairs half naked, grab paper towels, and clean myself and my bed. I rub everything, but there's still a huge stain. I flip over my bed to the clean side of the mattress (wouldn't you know it, I wasn't using sheets that night, so the stain is still there to this day). I took a shower afterwards.
It was about 3 AM. I was in bed with a horrible stomach ache. I had to shit really badly. But to go to the bathroom, I had to walk past my parent's bedroom. If I woke up my mom, she would flip out and ground me for a week. Taking a shit wasn't worth losing my weekend over. So I held it in. I couldn't go to sleep, though, for fear of shitting if I dozed off. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I HAD to shit. Luckily, I found a ziploc bag in my drawer (the big kind). I took an empty shoebox, held the ziploc bag over the shoebox, squatted over and shit. I had diarrehea, so it was messy. There I am, squatting for 10 minutes over a bag of shit. My legs are killing me. I try to adjust myself, but I fall forward. My knees hit the floor. They bang into the floor, and it's loud. Loud enough that I hear my mom getting out of bed. I throw the bag behind my desk and jump into bed pulling the covers over me. Literally one second later, my mom opens the door. She asks what happened. I tell her that my remote dropped. She goes back to bed, and I'm not grounded. But I can't go retrieve the bag (which is still in the shoebox on the side of my desk). I wait until morning.
So morning comes, I find the box, and it stinks like shit, what do you know. I zip the bag shut, cover up the box and look outside my door. My mom is downstairs, and she'd see the box. I was too scared of her asking what it was, opening it and then finding a bag of shit. So I hide it in my desk until I get back from school.
Okay, now I've got another good but gross story. It's short though, because I have no idea how this happened.
I wake up one morning, and I feel something wet on my legs. I look under the covers, and I see brown everywhere. I had shit the bed. Now, it's not a little turd. It's fucking diarreah. All over my legs and the bed. And I mean all over the bed. I'm fucking panicking. I race downstairs half naked, grab paper towels, and clean myself and my bed. I rub everything, but there's still a huge stain. I flip over my bed to the clean side of the mattress (wouldn't you know it, I wasn't using sheets that night, so the stain is still there to this day). I took a shower afterwards.
jwop
Well-Known Member
i am more disgusted than impressed ... but it aint my glass
KidCreole
Well-Known Member
I plan on running your 2 week perpetual grow with cfl's. if i can make an oz of bud per harvest, will that impress you? ill start a journal and everything! i got stories and all, but there not the most legal, and in my opinion, not even all that exciting. just interesting.
HoLE
Well-Known Member
ok,,,before you gave me my first piece of glass I was waiting on this to be finished,,,,,I was gonna say,,,,I'm so deprived,,,I need some glass,,,,all I got is this old oak/weed stalk pipe,,could yoy help a fella out,,I'm workin on more just for fun,,It's an actual piece of dried stalk,,with an oak cube lathed into a bowl,,and it works
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sven deisel
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shit i dont even own a pipe i smoke joints cant get a fine for papers
dura72
Well-Known Member
Paddy walks into a bar and orders 3 pints of guinness and walks to a table, paddy sits down and takes a sip out of each of the glasses one by one until all 3 glasses are empty.
Paddy repeats this for a few days now and the barman starts to notice paddy is coming in and ordering 3 pints for himself and drinking them to himself.
After a few weeks of Paddy doing this the barman automatically gets him the pints but the barman asks about his actions and paddy replies by saying 'well I have two brothers around the world, one in singapore and one in australia and every day we have a drink for each other''
The barman understands and paddy sits down with his 3 pints. The following day paddy comes in and the barman says ''3 pints of guiness?'' Paddy replies by saying ''no thank you only 2 please''
The barman notices paddy sipping away at each pint and he walks upto paddy and says ''I'm sorry for the loss''
Paddy replies ''oh no don't worry no one has died, I've just given up drinking''
Paddy repeats this for a few days now and the barman starts to notice paddy is coming in and ordering 3 pints for himself and drinking them to himself.
After a few weeks of Paddy doing this the barman automatically gets him the pints but the barman asks about his actions and paddy replies by saying 'well I have two brothers around the world, one in singapore and one in australia and every day we have a drink for each other''
The barman understands and paddy sits down with his 3 pints. The following day paddy comes in and the barman says ''3 pints of guiness?'' Paddy replies by saying ''no thank you only 2 please''
The barman notices paddy sipping away at each pint and he walks upto paddy and says ''I'm sorry for the loss''
Paddy replies ''oh no don't worry no one has died, I've just given up drinking''
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