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Re: So here I am doing my --/Curley

Posted by Micky on 3/15/07
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    On 3/14/07, Curley wrote:
    > On 3/14/07, KittyJ wrote:
    >> On 3/14/07, Micky wrote:
    >>> On 3/14/07, KittyJ wrote:
    >>>> And Bokka runs across his cage and peers down at me, I
    >>>> turn around and this big black beak and feather head is 6:
    >>>> from my head. LOL. Whoo what a shock. I heard feet running
    >>>> across the bars of the cage but didnt know he'd be 6" away
    >>>> from my head in that short amount of time just to check if
    >>>> I was going. He doesnt like clippers or nail filers. He
    >>>> had very bad experience when he was back at his former
    >>>> people's home. They would clip his nails with dog clippers
    >>>> untill his nails would bleed, then run his feet under cold
    >>>> water :( Also did the same to his beak, no semptic powder
    >>>> or anything :( So now whenever I just barelly clip his
    >>>> nails enough so they are not too pointy and overgrown, he
    >>>> screams for each clip that nips away at his long nails.
    >>>> Last night I clipped his nails, and didnt give in when he
    >>>> would try and wiggle away or anything. I had to hold him
    >>>> under the blanket. He was very patient though, though he
    >>>> wanted to bite the clippers each time. But then I started
    >>>> to file his toes after the clippings and he actually liked
    >>>> it and I was ableto have him on my lapped while I file
    >>>> down nails. lol. He is sucha cutie pants :D
    >>>
    >>> As I read it i can now see it.There's the respect that makes
    >>> calamity of so long a life; for who would bear the whips and
    >>> scorns of time, the oppressor's wrong, the proud man's
    >>> contumely, the pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, the
    >>> insolence of office, and the spurns that patient merit of
    >>> the unworthy takes, when he himself might his quietus make
    >>> with a bare bodkin? Who would trade farts with bears, to
    >>> grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of
    >>> something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose
    >>> bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will, and makes us
    >>> rather bear those ills we have, than fly to others that we
    >>> know not of?
    >>
    >
    > Hey Micky how about shareing those drugs hun


    Curley
    The use of drugs would cause a chatisement of the true mental
    facilities that guide all of us to higher forms of enlightenment.
    The clouds are laden with life solving airways and the spectacular
    view that they express is clarity of the deep spirit and deeper
    love of our fellows bombadiers in that special gateway. True, the
    journey is complicated. There are stopovers. The book of medical
    meditations can then be examined throughout the journey. The end
    results will open a soulful experience of meaningness and
    gratification of the lower main body parts. Desperation no longer
    is a factor. Depression doesn't exist. The homecoming will astound
    kneeding in the grounds of our thoughts. Focus will be then
    complete. Looking down on the smallness of our fellow creatures
    who congregate near the doorways of deceit will be easier to
    evaluate. Then it will all come together as you spread your wings
    and fly into the clearness of a heavenly cleansing of the soul's
    purity. Drugs---They can only make a person high which actually
    causes depression when that high returns to it's original low.
    Drugs will not provide any true answer.
    Please--know that you are always welcome to join in and find
    your true expressions. There will always be a place for you to
    expand your thoughts. This journey will allow you to rub the
    external moon cleft that is your connection to Caliguia.