|
C'mon Man. There's not one ten year
old on earth that hasn't heard the work fucking, as the word has been in
casual usage since at least the thirteenth century Europe. Furthermore, if they
haven't heard it or don't know what it is, then my suggestion is they learn
something before they get fucked and have kids before their time for lack of
knowledge. Or get aids. Education not ostridge nation.
----- Original Message -----
Sent: Monday, May 09, 2005 4:59 PM
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re:
Christianity
Hi, I'm a 10 year old girl reading this board. What does
"f##king
mean Llundrub?
--- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com,
"Llundrub" <[EMAIL PROTECTED]...>
wrote:
> Fucking Awesome. Thank you for this.
>
----- Original Message -----
> From: TurquoiseB
> To: FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com
> Sent: Monday, May 09, 2005 4:35 PM
>
Subject: [FairfieldLife] Re: Christianity
>
>
> Jim:
> > Absoultely. The judgement
of what is best is purely
subjective,
> > whereas
the determination of what is purest can be measured by
its
> > effectiveness.
> >
> > By the way the only time I ever saw a turquoise bee
was on the
> > island of Java. How did you come by the
name?
>
> It's an admitted ripoff of the nickname of
the Sixth
> Dalai Lama, Tsangyang Gyatso.
>
> The Great Fifth built the Potala and consolidated
both
> the religious and secular life of Tibet. And
then he
> up and croaked, without really doing what his
predecessors
> had done and letting his fellow monks know
where he was to
> be reborn. They actually hid the
fact of his death for
> some years, while a Regent ruled
Tibet, claiming to still
> be speaking with with the
now-deceased DL on a daily basis.
>
> Then, using the
techniques that the Tibtetans have devel-
> oped, they found
the dude. Late. He was already approach-
> ing
puberty, as opposed to the "rule," which was to be
>
discovered when he was much younger. They brought him
to
> the Potala, he passed all the tests, and they named
him
> Dalai Lama.
>
> But there was
a problem. He refused to take his vows as
> a monk,
and he refused to take himself as seriously as
> the monks
around him wanted him to. During the day, he
> ruled
Tibet as its secular and religious leader. But at
>
night he would sneak out of the Potala and walk down to
>
Shol-town, which was Lhasa's red light district.
There,
> he would drink and carouse with the girls and a few
of
> his fellow rebel monks, writing poetry and songs in
the
> process.
>
> His songs and
poetry are still considered among the best
> that Tibet has
ever produced. He called himself, as a
> poet, the
Turquoise Bee. I've pasted in a few of the
> songs in
below, since you asked, from the late Rick Fields'
>
marvelous book, "The Turquoise Bee."
>
> He was so
controversial that he was finally murdered. By
> the
Chinese, but very possibly with the cooperation of
> his
own fellow monks, for whom he had grown a bit too
>
controversial.
>
> I stole his name because I like
his attitude. :-)
>
> Unc
>
> **********************************
>
> White teeth smiling
> Brightness of
skin.
> On my seat in the high lama's
row
> At the quick edge of my glance
> I
caught her looking at me.
>
>
**********************************
>
> By drawing
diagrams on the ground
> The stars of space can be
measured.
> Though familiar with the soft
flesh
> Of my lover's body
> I cannot
measure her depths.
>
>
**********************************
>
> If young girls
never died
> There would be no need to brew
beer.
> At such a time
> This is a young
man's surest source of refuge.
>
>
**********************************
>
> The meeting
place for me and my love
> Is the dense forest of the
southern valley.
> Except for the chattering
parrot
> No one knows about it.
> Please,
talkative parrot
> Don't give away our secret.
>
> **********************************
>
> People talk about me.
> What they say
may be true.
> But just three short
steps
> Take me to the wine house of my lover.
>
> **********************************
>
> Don't tell me,
> "Tsangyang! you're
depraved."
> Just like you
> I desire
pleasure and comfort, too.
>
>
**********************************
>
> Meditating, my
lama's face
> Does not shine in my mind.
>
Unbidden my lover's face
> Again and again appears.
>
> **********************************
>
> I sought my lover at twilight
> Snow
fell at daybreak.
> Residing at the
Potala
> I am Rigdzin Tsangyang Gyatso
>
But in the back alleys of Shol-town
> I am rake and
stud
> Secret or not
> No
matter.
> Footprints have been left in the snow.
>
>
>
>
>
>
> To
subscribe, send a message to:
>
[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
> Or go to:
> http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/
>
and click 'Join This Group!'
>
>
>
>
-------------------------------------------------------------------
-----------
>
Yahoo! Groups Links
>
> a.. To visit your
group on the web, go to:
> http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/
>
> b.. To unsubscribe from this group, send an
email to:
>
[EMAIL PROTECTED]
>
> c.. Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to
the Yahoo! Terms
of Service.
To subscribe,
send a message to:
[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Or go to:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/
and
click 'Join This Group!'
To subscribe, send a message to:
[EMAIL PROTECTED]
Or go to:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/FairfieldLife/
and click 'Join This Group!'
Yahoo! Groups Links
|
