I am tripping more than you are. Battling razzberries

[SadLuckDame]

My dreams were eating me alive last night.
And out of coffee filters.

[Artguy]

No Sleep no dreams the asylum keeps me up at night.

[SadLuckDame]

I sleep and take it with me to haunt there.

I had dreams about art work last night and spiders and small panda bears that I thought were spiders and tried to kill until it registered that they were only a spiders size not an actual spider creature.

[SadLuckDame]

Wrote this on the INTJ forum, but didn't want it to get away.

JABBERWOCKY
Lewis Carroll
(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
http://www.jabberwocky.com/carroll/jabb ... wocky.html

To slay the beast,
to slay the beast,
he must have had the finest of meat.

The preparation the Father must had taken, in order to bring forth such child as his child to slay a Jabberwockey, claws and bite and navishing lays upon his guarded golden may. It was in the belly! The father fed the child naught but what was right and green and dervish from out of such beasts as the mean bullish brother of Sir James the LEASH. He fed him not the gluttonous gluten nor the dairy as others called dairy. He fed him rightly, fine feasted acorns on nightly Valberady, those that clench the thighs of strong warrior men and Goliaths! they had meat.

One bored eye of Chortle Dey Perry, the mountain goat of Hilltode Dairy. He fed him rightly, the mutton chops, the calvons and rib-eye glites! His own son, not poisoned by our delebba wares, when kept rightly in the affairs of his own Father.

Not an INTJ, but hope that can be satisfying.
Let's eat!

[stilltrucking]

I want to kill the beast that luxuriates in ignorance
such bliss is an anathema to me.

[SadLuckDame]

Hmm, I don't understand the exact of that.
Only because if one were to know what is at the end of the rope, they may decide to not go get it.

[stilltrucking]

there is no memory
every generation
got to make its own catastrophes

[stilltrucking]

sorry it has nothing to do with your post just what's on my mind
such a long slog
no want's to know to understand
we all want sound bytes

Ecclesiastes 1:11 There is no remembrance of men of old, and even ...
bible.cc/ecclesiastes/1-11.htmThere is no memory of the former; neither shall there be any memory of the latter that are to come, among those that shall come after. Young's Literal Translation

[SadLuckDame]

Well, I do believe that, too.
When we're gone, we put everything we hold on the ladder, step by step and those things become a dream material and then fade and then forgotten, unless we go back down the ladder and pick each one up and love it more so than before.

[stilltrucking]

Must be a phase I am going through, more anger than love these days.

[SadLuckDame]

That's o.k., you can love me while you're being angry.
I'll pretend you're not angry.

[stilltrucking]

I can never be other than what I am with you.
Thanks for being a friend

[SadLuckDame]

By the way, it didn't show up, but that was a red shirt, very red and rather too sexy for me, but I wore it anyway and pretended I wasn't.
Thank you for this friendship, too.

[SadLuckDame]

I wanted to put a picture of a box, any box, and then say, "Oh! I wonder if that's Schindler's box?"

[SadLuckDame]

Then now I want to put a picture of you and I fighting in the water and write in caption above it...
Firsts!