Shakesthegrounds Rumblings

[Artiste]

Wow!

[Shakesthecoffecan]

I commend you for speaking out on this important matter, Truman. You are a true advocate for justice and basic human decency...we need more like you.

Well it ain;t that hard. You just do it. Thank you anyway. You are one of the most decent people I have never met.

 

[injest]

          Holy crap.. that is nastylllllllllll

we mix up horse feed with apple cider, garlic, minerals, and vegetable oils (depending on the time of year)

I can NOT get those boys to stop 'trying' it....you know it sits in a big bin that is open...so ants or mice or snakes can get in it!! no telling WHAT all has been walking around in it... *gag*

they point out that USDA guidelines allow a certain amount of bug parts in all food....

*double gag*

(sorry if I grossed anyone out guys)

[ifyoucantfixit]

        I bet you wont want to stand down wind of those horses or the boys either...

[injest]

        I bet you wont want to stand down wind of those horses or the boys either...

I think they spend about 40% of their waking time trying to figure out some way to GROSS ME OUT!

[Artiste]

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Hugs!

[injest]

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Hugs!

ARTISTE!!

{{{{{HUGS!!}}}}}}

It is good to see you posting again and making us think!!

 

[Shakesthecoffecan]

In honor of the 10th Anniversary of the publication of Brokeback Mountain as a short story in the New Yorker, a few thoughts for the one we will never know:

Satuday night, press your best shirt,
Unknown man,
Get yourself down to
The Mint Bar,
Slick back your hair and take your place,
In history,
In the hearts and minds of millions,
In the noise and music of the evening,
Turn your gaze once again
To the pool table and remember,
You never know who may be watching.

Carefully you have lived your days,
Amongst those who you counted on,
To ignore, to overlook you, and allow you,
Your glances, your kindnesses,
Indulge you with a kind of acceptance,
That comes with a shut mouth,
And clandestine eyes.
It took a stranger, a woman no less,
To see what they didn't,
And read in your eyes the whole story,
Come rushing at her,
And six months to sort it out.

So it is Saturday night, Friend,
Stomp your boots full on and
Meet me down there, let me
Raise a glass with you,
Tell me, about the price of hay,
Tell me your aches and pains,
Your ten years older now.
And a celebrity.
If you want to,
I will tell you all about it. 

[Artiste]

Thanks injest and Shakestheground!!

So I make you all think!! ?? Glad to do so. You make me think too on certain subjects of importance and lesser ones!! We do laugh and smile at times too, which is good as well!!

It is wonderful to communicate with you and enrish this site and be enriched by it!!

As you have noticed, I am very concerned about gay life, being a gay man. Plus very worried about violence which is increasing in our countries; even against gay men and women and others!! We must combat that in MANY ways??!! On Bettermost... and elsewhere!!??

Shakestheground, you injest and others, help me and many I am sure. Maybe we need to smlie, laugh, etc, FIRST before talking about serious subjects such as these rumblungs??

Hugs!!

[milomorris]

Truman,

This really is a lovely poem. I put my other thoughts surrounding it over at the Yahoo group. But I wanted to tell you how much I enjoy what you have written. Your writing is direct and unadorned. You manage to capture a basic innocence and humbleness in this man. Someone who unwittingly became the subject of something so enormous. And I think your poem speaks for all of us when you offer to meet this Unknown Man for a drink.

Milo