When Did You Last Cry?
141It would probably be best not to. Dropping them might make them dirty LOLZ.
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143When John Fields made a nine hour drive down from Tennessee to Florida and avoided me the whole time.
Now everyone knows, John. Everyone knows the kind of person you really are.
Now everyone knows, John. Everyone knows the kind of person you really are.
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144Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:brizonbiovizier wrote:Genocide of north american indians - largely due to collusion of european church and governments giving out pox ridden blankets deliberately. Its all in the UK records archive signed orders and all. Estimated between 10 and 40 million indians killed. Worst of all this is seen as a glorious act - how the west was won!
You can extend this point to cover colonialism generally, and European colonialism in particular.
Happy Columbus Day, everyone!
If your people have inhabited a land for centuries and some strange lookin' fella shows up on a boat, then send out the war party immediately, people.
No good can come of it.
Just now when I read this article.
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145Michaelx13 wrote:Everyday at work I go into the bathroom and cry,cry,cry
I'm very sorry to hear that. Are you a Samaritan or something similar?
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146Sorry to go all emo on yo asses, but after I wrote about my dad in the 'what does your dad do?' thread, I went into the staff gents here at work and cried solidly for a quarter of an hour. It felt fucking brilliant as I haven't for ages, and usually don't if I'm smoking, as I think it stops up the emotions like it does the faculties of smell and taste. Salut, posters of the EA forum, for making a great thread from a spambot's sales drive.
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147There was a smashed bottle on the sidewalk in front of my building when I got to work this morning. I went to go get a broom and dustpan to take care of it but was delayed on the way by a couple of phone calls and then forgot about it as my day got underway.
Not too long thereafter, I heard a sharp yelp followed by an huge, awful, otherwordly howl. It was such a dark and crazy sound that I stood straight up at my desk and my eyes welled up with tears. I walked outside and saw that some sweet old man's beagle had cut himself on the broken glass I should have fucking swept up a fucking hour ago.
The old guy looked so helpless and frightened for his dog that my heart just lodged in my throat.
He wouldn't let me do anything to help, so I knelt down on the sidewalk and held back these huge sobs and swept up all the glass while he stood there holding the dog, with the hurt little guy's belly out, and his little bleeding foot twitching. Then he carried the dog away and I went back inside and bawled.
Not too long thereafter, I heard a sharp yelp followed by an huge, awful, otherwordly howl. It was such a dark and crazy sound that I stood straight up at my desk and my eyes welled up with tears. I walked outside and saw that some sweet old man's beagle had cut himself on the broken glass I should have fucking swept up a fucking hour ago.
The old guy looked so helpless and frightened for his dog that my heart just lodged in my throat.
He wouldn't let me do anything to help, so I knelt down on the sidewalk and held back these huge sobs and swept up all the glass while he stood there holding the dog, with the hurt little guy's belly out, and his little bleeding foot twitching. Then he carried the dog away and I went back inside and bawled.
H-GM wrote:Still don't make you mexican, Dances With Burros.
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149ah! I forgot about this one.
the other night, i came home at like 2AM and put on some old tapes of songs I wrote years ago and had forgotten about, because I wanted to revisit them, maybe rework them. One of the songs had lyrics that didn't make a bit of sense at the time I wrote them... and suddenly while re-listening to it, I realized this meaning in the words that somehow connected them to a very close friend of mine--i mean the kind of friend who is instrumental in serious changes in your life--and it was one of those moments when you feel like you're realizing a thousand things at once, really quickly, like the universe kind of falls into line in your own head for a quick flash. So I cried for about ten seconds... and that was it.
Before that was a couple of weeks before, after I received news that a guy I knew in college died. He and I weren't very close, so the news made me feel quite empty and sad, but didn't make me cry. Later that day, however, I got to thinking about the it, which lead me to imagine the same thing happening to my brother... and then I lost it.
Okay, cathartic thread!
the other night, i came home at like 2AM and put on some old tapes of songs I wrote years ago and had forgotten about, because I wanted to revisit them, maybe rework them. One of the songs had lyrics that didn't make a bit of sense at the time I wrote them... and suddenly while re-listening to it, I realized this meaning in the words that somehow connected them to a very close friend of mine--i mean the kind of friend who is instrumental in serious changes in your life--and it was one of those moments when you feel like you're realizing a thousand things at once, really quickly, like the universe kind of falls into line in your own head for a quick flash. So I cried for about ten seconds... and that was it.
Before that was a couple of weeks before, after I received news that a guy I knew in college died. He and I weren't very close, so the news made me feel quite empty and sad, but didn't make me cry. Later that day, however, I got to thinking about the it, which lead me to imagine the same thing happening to my brother... and then I lost it.
Okay, cathartic thread!
George
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150wiggins wrote:Anyone cry at a rock show lately? Maybe not a rock show, perhaps a symphony?
I miss that feeling. Not that I cried at rock shows a lot in my youth, but I miss the feeling that I could have cried had I not been at a rock show.
I remember being VERY choked up at times during the Sigur Rós show I saw in 2002
(which you could maybe consider some of that a cross between a rock show and a symphony...)
I remember being very sad because it was so beautiful sounding and also sad because I hadn't insisted hard enough to anyone to come along, and I remember feeling like I had let them down by letting them miss out on the experience.
A few months ago I got to see Sigur Rós again, at the same venue, and I was overjoyed to be bringing my girlfriend along, but the poor venue was SO overcrowded and hectic this time that I couldn't really get to that same mental space again (but I still enjoyed the show immensely, as did she)