time, they say, flows like a river: from one damn thing to the next.

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So your best bet is to take 2 lefts and a right, then take the fork in the road.  

I keep waiting for a website that has more than one option for the "I'm not a robot" captcha. When I see one that says "Well, sorta" or "Hells yeah, I'm totally a robot" I'm going to click it see where it takes me.

It seems that sound is very personal. Or, is it listening that's personal? Hmmm. But what would you listen to if at first there was no sound? If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, you can be assured that it was heard by something.
Are you listening? 
If no human was there to listen for then hear the sound but it was recorded, was it sound before a human heard the recording?  Or is sound only sound when its heard and does it have to be listened for to be actually heard or does all of it only pertain to an instant and what exactly is an instant? Time? Space?
Can you take an aura and add an L and make of it art? What would a sound instant of your innermost sound like?
Are you listening? Can you hear?
Can you see it and draw or paint it? Can you sculpt it in your mind? Does it; sound, sound like a tree, having fallen in the forest? Does the ship that was made from the tree have a sound crew? Are the sails full of the sounds of a full wind? Do the storms crashing's rock and the waves deafening lashes drown out the sound? Is the sound in our mind the same as the sound of our time? 

Now. Who would like a giant cup of hot chocolate? Bet that sounds nice, and you haven't even listened to what having tasted it sounds like yet. At least, not in this instant instance...

Next week! How does what we see when the sea is what we saw as we had previously seen? Be there. Aloha...

A question for all the multitudes of second hands. If time may exist and pass harmoniously, will future time be harmonious? Asking for my friends, the ictusos...

You don’t have enough powder to blow your nose.

 oldviolin wrote:

Keep it dry, Hoss.

sideshow slideshow you can run but you can't hide, so sew me a pillow and cry me a river and fix my bow with the shards in my quiver so I shoot the arrow to the heart of the Giver...

 Red_Dragon wrote: 
sweep them up, empty them out; left and right, round about...
midnight wane, quarter swoon; pale delight, gone too soon...

Knowledge is powder...

 GeneP59 wrote: 

The ephemeral song of the perpetual journey.

If objectivism and abjectivism  ever hook up and produce a kid it's probably going to get a bit rough on the boulevard...

"The world is your oyster" is coded on the Enigma machine as "The world is your jellyfish". Go ahead and look it up if you don't believe me. They're your perils. String 'em any way you like... 

It's been said that ufos are the future ussens taking the scenic tour. Ussens from the scenic others than usville...

 GeneP59 wrote: 
Was it an old Canadian grey goose? Because if it was...

I was scratching my nose
When I stepped on the hose
And water sprayed up so high
It knocked the Grey Goose to the ground