DeLepp, I think he had it rough from the start with too much adobo from his mother.. That said, i still wouldn’t mind going for a roll in the hay with him.
Certainty.
Then an immediate sense of forboding.
You lose you’re grip, not only on the branch or tree limb but on reality.
Everything collapses around you as your mind
realizes that you’re on an irreversible course,
and a bad one.
Sounds fade and there is an immediate clarity
as you feel weightlessness and the real force of
gravity.
Time becomes elastic as what you know is only an instant
away stretches out into a taffy like consistency.
Then the sudden and inevitable crash.
Like the title of that book:
Extremely loud and incredibly close.
Surprisingly,pain is not in the equation in those first few seconds.
That comes later.
…and in my case, the realization that falling onto a wooden clubhouse below can be the softest landing imaginable.
bxgrl, not sure. doesn’t look like either.
DeLepp, I think he had it rough from the start with too much adobo from his mother.. That said, i still wouldn’t mind going for a roll in the hay with him.
By benson on April 13, 2011 2:29 PM
“What did the President say was his next move?”
Dinner and a consultation with *Rob*
ha benson,
That would be a great idea for a film.
From the makers of My Dinner With Andre,
My Dinner With *rob*
I think that would be an art house hit!
Maybe Wasder would be interested?
Where did you see that, dibs? Did they take the lions away?
What it feels like to fall out of a tree:
Certainty.
Then an immediate sense of forboding.
You lose you’re grip, not only on the branch or tree limb but on reality.
Everything collapses around you as your mind
realizes that you’re on an irreversible course,
and a bad one.
Sounds fade and there is an immediate clarity
as you feel weightlessness and the real force of
gravity.
Time becomes elastic as what you know is only an instant
away stretches out into a taffy like consistency.
Then the sudden and inevitable crash.
Like the title of that book:
Extremely loud and incredibly close.
Surprisingly,pain is not in the equation in those first few seconds.
That comes later.
…and in my case, the realization that falling onto a wooden clubhouse below can be the softest landing imaginable.
dibs, carl is still cute but he’s spending too many nights at keens eating butterscotch sundaes.
“Terry Brumfield, a barely mobile invalid who houses two full-grown African lions and their four cubs in a trailer in his backyard.”
Animal cruelty of the highest order. I hope they eat Mr Brumfield.
Which one? The original Orson wells? Or the one with Claran Hinds?
Maybe Putin will come over here and run against Obama.