I went to the Zoo, the Tiger roared at me.
Reminded me of the phrase 'Every Man a Tiger'. It is something that was posted at a bar in Thailand back in the Indochina wars.
My parents put a poster called 'Sleepy Tiger' in my room when I was a kid.
The Mafia Name Generator even said my Mafia nickname was 'the Tiger'.
And I like Frosted Flakes the best.
Coincidence?
hahaha
Had to find something to say. Having a headache and being horny stunts the creativity though. Want to get my boat, make art, work on my soul until I
Being dead will be interesting. I used to balk at thinking about death, dying, etc. I dumped the religion of my parents (not religion altogether though) and all of a sudden... I've discovered this fascination with death. It really doesnt scare me anymore. It doesnt even seem so sad either. Sometimes I like to sit now, and like the High School Counselor asking 'Where do you see yourself 5 to 10 years from now?", I ask myself "Where do I see myself 100, 2,000, or 10,000 years from now?" Interesting thing to ponder. To have ones bones mixed with the soil, the rocks, roots and the living things of the earth around them. What if some archaeologist finds me? Will I spend a few centuries in some glass case in a museum? Maybe in a wooden box in some warehouse attached to a lab? Will someone find my skull and play at Hamlet: "Alas poor Yorick, I knew him!" That would be funny. Maybe my head will be kept as a relic by some future hermit. Fun things to think about!
Anyone else like Tony Hillerman novels?
Reminded me of the phrase 'Every Man a Tiger'. It is something that was posted at a bar in Thailand back in the Indochina wars.
My parents put a poster called 'Sleepy Tiger' in my room when I was a kid.
The Mafia Name Generator even said my Mafia nickname was 'the Tiger'.
And I like Frosted Flakes the best.
Coincidence?
hahaha
Had to find something to say. Having a headache and being horny stunts the creativity though. Want to get my boat, make art, work on my soul until I
Being dead will be interesting. I used to balk at thinking about death, dying, etc. I dumped the religion of my parents (not religion altogether though) and all of a sudden... I've discovered this fascination with death. It really doesnt scare me anymore. It doesnt even seem so sad either. Sometimes I like to sit now, and like the High School Counselor asking 'Where do you see yourself 5 to 10 years from now?", I ask myself "Where do I see myself 100, 2,000, or 10,000 years from now?" Interesting thing to ponder. To have ones bones mixed with the soil, the rocks, roots and the living things of the earth around them. What if some archaeologist finds me? Will I spend a few centuries in some glass case in a museum? Maybe in a wooden box in some warehouse attached to a lab? Will someone find my skull and play at Hamlet: "Alas poor Yorick, I knew him!" That would be funny. Maybe my head will be kept as a relic by some future hermit. Fun things to think about!
Anyone else like Tony Hillerman novels?
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