My Cigarette, My Friend I’ve got a bit of sinus My throat’s a little bit dry My lungs are a little bit wheezy But I’m not going to cry.

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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“Three of the four elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on them arrow of the volcano. It’s not the tobacco we’re after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning.”

― Tom Robbins, Still Life With Woodpecker

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Somehow the killing of a giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of a wizard or the dwarves or anyone else, made a great difference to Mr. Baggins. He felt a different person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach as he wiped his sword on the grass and put it back into its sheath.

 Tolkien – The Hobbit

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Richardson has tiff, a drink, which he thinks a corruption of tipple, an allied word ; Ash defines tiff to be a corruption of the Teutonic tepel, a dug or teat, while the ancient author of “Gazophylacium Anglicanum ” surpasses all his predecessors and successors in ingenuity by deriving tipsy and tipple from the Latin tipula, a water-spider, because that in- sect is always drinking ! Mr. Halliwell, without entering on the etymological question, says that in English provincial dialects tiff has three meanings small beer, a draught of any liquor, and to fall headlong from the effects of drink.

I am the man for eating and drinking but for fighting here is my humpbacked brother.

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“I remember one time, back in the day, I was at his [Bill Ward] house and he said, ‘Oh, ’ello Ozzy. You’ll never guess what? I’ve just come out of a coma.’
‘What d’you mean, a coma? That’s one stage removed from being dead. You know that, don’t you, Bill?’
‘All I know is I went to bed on Friday, and now it’s Tuesday, and I only just woke up. That’s a coma, isn’t it?’
‘No, that’s taking too many drugs and drinking too much cider and sleeping for three days in a row, you d**k.’”

     ~ Ozzy Osbourne, I am Ozzy

Be as strong as the tables you dance on, the drinks you mix, and the friends you roll with. – Meghan Sherwood

“I love tables. And dancing. Oh, and I love table dancing, although Grandmother always says, “Wait until we’re finished eating.”
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Curiosity is the beginning of wisdom.” ― Françoise Sagan, Dans un mois, dans un an

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“A much more interesting, kind, adventurous, and joyful approach to life is to begin to develop curiosity, not caring whether the object of our inquisitiveness is bitter or sweet.”
― Pema Chödrön, The Wisdom of No Escape: How to Love Yourself and Your World

Idle Curiosity.

Charity Patient: “Doctor, Is there any danger of the operation proving

fatal?”

Doctor: “Really, my good man, considering that we are experimenting on you free of charge, your idle curiosity smacks of Insolence!”

Border Watch (Mount Gambier, SA : FRIDAY 10 MAY 1918.

“I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.” — Willa Cather from O Pioneers!

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Rainforest by Libby Hathorn

Oh don’t bring down

The ancient pine,

The breath of life

That’s yours and mine.

 

Don’t tear it out

saw it down

gouge it, chop it,

let it drown.

 

Don’t fell the tree

that’s stood so long.

Leave bird and bush

Where they belong.

 

Leave the forest,

Green gold place,

the glow of hope

on this earth’s

old face.

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A Woman scaly & a Man all Hairy by William Blake A Woman Scaly & a Man all Hairy Is such a Match as he who dares Will find the Womans Scales scrape off the Mans Hairs Tags:

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I began to be aware of a change in the temper of my thoughts, a greater boldness, a contempt of danger, a solution of the bonds of obligation. I looked down; my clothes hung formlessly on my shrunken limbs; the hand that lay on my knee was corded and hairy. I was once more Edward Hyde.

DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE

Robert Louis Stevenson

I have ridden in your cart, driver, waved my nude arms at villages going by, learning the last bright routes, survivor

Her Kind

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“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.”
― Anaïs Nin

If you haven’t fallen off a horse…then you haven’t been ridin long enough.

Source : http://www.coolnsmart.com/cowboy_quotes/

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We knew that youth won’t keep for rainy days.
It burns and turns to ash too soon.
So we’d revel every minute
in the music of our Buick
running smooth, two rodeoin’ lovers
cruising to another—
beneath Montana’s blue roan
bucking horse moon.

Paul Zarzyski(.com) Poetry  The Bucking Horse Moon

“We shall be with you in the Fellowship of the Spirit as you trudge the Road of Happy Destiny.” — The Big Book

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Roads of Destiny

I go to seek on many roads
What is to be.
True heart and strong, with love to light—
Will they not bear me in the fight
To order, shun or wield or mould
My Destiny?

Unpublished Poems of David Mignot.

http://www.online-literature.com/o_henry/roads-of-destiny/1/

Their noses sniff the shadows, at dusk The leaves crumble beneath them Leaving maps of the past Forgotten until morning. I can hear them. They are only a single nightmare away.

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“The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.”

― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles

All fixed set patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability. The truth is outside of all fixed patterns. –Bruce Lee

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“Life is neither static nor unchanging. With no individuality, there can be no change, no adaptation and, in an inherently changing world, any species unable to adapt is also doomed.”
― Jean M. Auel

The man with the boots does not mind where he places his foot. Irish

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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“The reason that the rich were so rich, Vimes reasoned, was because they managed to spend less money.

Take boots, for example. He earned thirty-eight dollars a month plus allowances. A really good pair of leather boots cost fifty dollars. But an affordable pair of boots, which were sort of OK for a season or two and then leaked like hell when the cardboard gave out, cost about ten dollars. Those were the kind of boots Vimes always bought, and wore until the soles were so thin that he could tell where he was in Ankh-Morpork on a foggy night by the feel of the cobbles.

But the thing was that good boots lasted for years and years. A man who could afford fifty dollars had a pair of boots that’d still be keeping his feet dry in ten years’ time, while the poor man who could only afford cheap…

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A Family Drama in Three Acts – NYTimes.com

A Family Drama in Three Acts

MAY 22, 2015

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Tatum O’Neal and Kevin McEnroe discussed their profound connection over lunch at Il Cantinori. Credit Christopher Gregory for The New York Times

Table for Three

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This is a story of redemption. But first, the fall: Last July, Kevin McEnroe, the son of the tennis legend John McEnroe and the actress Tatum O’Neal, was arrested in the East Village on suspicion of buying cocaine, which later turned out to be baking soda. He was also charged with criminal possession of prescription pills.

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Your life is like a balloon…if you never let yourself go, you will never know how far you can rise. – Linda Poindexter

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

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Dorothy: Weren’t you frightened?
Wizard: Frightened? You are talking to a man who has laughed in the face of death, sneered at doom, and chuckled at catastrophe. I was petrified. Then suddenly, the wind changed and the balloon floated down into the heart of this noble city, where I was instantly acclaimed Oz, the first Wizard Deluxe. Times being what they were, I accepted the job, retaining my balloon against the advent of a quick getaway. And in that balloon, my dear Dorothy, you and I will return to the land of E Pluribus Unum.

 

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Go to bed; tired is stupid.

THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY

― Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea

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“I now realize what Dorothy means in the final scene from The Wizard of Oz, when she says that if you have to look beyond your front door for your heart’s desire, perhapsit was never there to begin with. Maybe, like Dorothy, I should embrace the love right in front of me and not search for some elusive dream that never mattered in the first place.”

― Jodee Blanco, Please Stop Laughing at Me… One Woman’s Inspirational Story

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Gold does not buy everything,

COINS

FOTO – URUNGA BAKERY

A Man’s Hobby

A rare old coin
is a happy find;
Each one added
helps content the mind.

Some like copper
nickel, silver, and gold;
I’ll go for anything
that’s valuable and old.

Our wives think we are nuts,
and sort of dry and lazy;
The security we offer
might even seem quite crazy.

They think each time we invest
a dollar or maybe ten;
Their wardrobe should be extended
and really — to no end.

The poor girls don’t realize,
the dough we did save;
Until they plant us
deep down in our grave.

And only then, after planted,
they will thank us.
For the money we saved,
Our effort soon forgotten
for the fine road we have paved.

Author unknown

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