Does God Exist?

here you are again, ranting from an atheist stand point smh

 

SMH? SM fucksprach H ?! Wat kinder arconemical konk dim? Yon heifer bin faaten, cunderkilt. :-D

 

You mad??

 

Sorry. I get like that when people smh at me. It's like, totes inappropes, girlfriend.

 

If there is misunderstanding it is mutual knowledge being shared.

What is there to be afraid from beyond the battle field.

Been there done that you are too late to rely on your experiment for any kind of determination on the subject. Death is a witness of the living. I am.

I was the apple of moms eye doufous, before I could even be identified.

 

I don't know what smh means but you are just as full of allusions.

 

Yes, He does.

 

LOL! Genius! Or... something like it. :-D

A friend of mine told me all good things approach their goal crookedly.

Death is witness to nothing, brainiac.

Now, this is interesting. No, you were formed from the longing of her heart before being the apple of her eye. You're your body. Cry me a river. Sing me a god damn rainbow even. If you're going to be the birds and the bees, at least be yourself. Please.

It means shaking my head. I think datdope's trying to text us as social media.

 

For future reference, if you're going to call someone a doofus, for god's sake man, you have to spell it right. If there were truly a merciful god, he would have prevented you from misspelling doofus in such a situation.

 

Sorry to be an old grey-haired hippy (trapped in the age when all the cool bands played), but----what does SMH mean?

I mean, seriously, I only recently discovered what IMHO means.

 

I think it means suck my hose.

 

You mean in such a monumentally important situation. Pronounced dow fooss I took liberty in poking fun at the Nietzschean. Any way thank you for storching me.

 

Sidney Morning Herald.

 

Okay what is there to fear from beyond the battlefield? Nothing to fear from peace only the desire to be rid of it.

It's one of the things I've tried to point out to you. Death is an observation from life, not from death. I've already concocted, given, and reiterated at length the short statement that I have never felt less than myself. You are too late!

Cry you a river, it would just get sucked up by the ocean. Laughter is a genuine upwelling.
Not to hear her tell it. Didn't matter the form I took as long as I was viable as she used me she thought, to improve her socioeconomic living situation. More a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

 

Ohhhhh... I'm an NYT, MT, and LT, man myself----thought I do love a daily check of the TSPTG----

(New York Times, Manila Times, London Times, The Sun Page 3 Girl)

Though when it came to blood and gore, often in full-page panoramic color, it was definitely F (the Japanese Weekly, Focus, also the other weekly Friday) but the government got involved after the JAL airliner crash back in 1985 or '86, and both magazine's 4 or 5 pages of extremely graphic photos. But they were able to continue with the gore until well into the '90's before the government finally said to tone it down. Oh---not to mention their several nude photo's that often rival The Sun's Page 3 Girl. (But not to be outdone--the British, in a show of superior technology, outdoing just about every newspaper, weekly, and tabloid around the world, has created a 3-D image of their Page 3 girls, on their website, that allows you to view their delicious model in any one of 360-degree angles... And the models are archived---not just that day's model.)

But for the best in sensationalism, pure tabloid writing, gory pictures, and a fair bit of sex whenever in the Philippines I have to read PT (People's Tonight) and if you are visiting the Philippines, it is mostly in English (but there is only limited nudity---except when a president is nearing the end of his or her term, and people think they can get away with more---apparently there is a sense that the legal system is ineffective at that time, and no one can remember what happened before the last election). Take this gem of journalism, for example, found in an article about two kids killed by lightning in a boat in a large lake just outside of Manila: "He watched in horror as smoke rose from their empty smouldering eye sockets."

Yes--it was tragic that two kids were struck by lightning and killed, but the chances that their faces bore empty smouldering, and smoking, eye sockets... And who would write that? It is as if they all learned to write in English from cheap paperback detective novels. (Actually even major newspapers in the Philippines, such as the Manila Bulletin stoops towards that type of writing----but People's Tonight is the best). I must admit though that the English in Philippine newspapers is surprisingly good, considering that it is all written by native Filipinos---and a newspaper like the Manila Bulletin is huge with all kinds of sections and features.

Then there was a series of articles that I could hardly wait till the next day to read the next development. These were tales of a manananggal---a woman bent on revenge, usually against a jilted lover, who in the early evening or at night, grows giant bat wings, the top half of her body separates and she flies off to commit her evil doings. A manananggal was apparently (at least according to People's Tonight and their exclusives) terrorizing Manila's shanty towns. There was never a picture of the manananggal but there were plenty of pictures of people pointing up to the sky. In one story, it came into the upstairs bedroom of a house where a baby was sleeping and tried to take the baby, but the mother grabbed on and they struggled back and forth for sometime until she was able to grab the baby from this monster who flew out the window. (The Philippines is home to the Flying Fox---a bat that has a wingspan close to 5 feet).

 

It is marvelous how this segues into the shaking of my head and recalling the statement I am bored with sensation. What I am actually bored with is letting sensationalism be my guide. In a back page story an eagle with a six foot wingspan eats the flying fox..., no headlines of worry, it just happens and no one notices or rather they are not upset by it.

 

thedope to storch:

That's dau faus, dipschtick.

You have the desire to be rid of peace to fear from... peace?!

Tried, for its not needing to be pointed out to me. The reason you feel anything at all is because you're your body.

How much did she fetch for you in the end?

 

I can count on you.

No one thing that disturbs peace is the desire to be rid of it and this does not come from the outside, from beyond the battle field.

And if I hadn't had body I wouldn't have missed a thing.
And yet you are convinced that death is something to be avoided. Seems to me none are so practiced at avoidance. Now living life abundantly is something I have a penchant for.

I think less than she bargained for. I haven't ended but her career as a welfare mom was secured for a decade until the replacement crew took over.

 

Avoidance doesn't work. What I am convinced of is our not needing to die.

 

You don't know anything about death, how do you know what is needful in that regard? Is it needful that creatures eat other creatures? I am convinced of your wanting to live.