AnniePurna You got yer psycho-RN training from the World Teacher, so I know you already know how "those demons" subvert the innocents from using their free-will power-to-choose. Heh, Heh.
FYI - A chamber has to be empty to receive the trust of the fitted bullet - but the heat only erupts as the round explodes. Also FYI - My mom was a jumper. My parents bred quarter-horse and appaloosa. One of the apps was a cutting horse and a joy to ride. But that was never my main interest. BTW - Enjoy your North American domicile while you can - after all the 'smericans you chanuckistani's hate are the sole protectors of your sweet hyperborean paradise. Just remember that death is stalking us all, even when we're acting like it isn't so. --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Ann" wrote: > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "emptybill" emptybill@ wrote: > > > > Annie Gottagun > > Oh empty chamber, all those bullets you keep expelling and now you're smoking hot. > > > > Thanks for finally clarifying it all. > > So glad you finally showed what you really > > learned in secret from the World Teacher. > > "in secret"? > > > You too are now a discerner of intent and > > the disguised motivations of the demons. > > Are you a demon?! Yoiks and all this time I mistook you for this kinda bitter guy without the sweetness but a man nevertheless. > > > Gotta a circle of disciples yet? > > Well, not a circle exactly, more like a trapezoidal figure. I'm not sure they're disciples exactly, they come and ride with me sometimes or help me pick apples in the orchard. Do you ever pick apples empty chamber/smoking gun? We have a rather large, abandoned orchard with pears and figs and plums (both golden and purple) blackberries, holly, peaches, cherries and the deer and rats and birds love to eat there. This is where I and my would-be disciples sometimes pick apples for the horses which we gather in wheelbarrows; there are just so many apples and these are many types of heritage apples grafted onto other apples trees by the previous property owner. Oh, and we have one horse buried in that orchard. An old jumper who deserved to be placed in the ground underneath the fruit trees so that he didn't have to be carted off and thrown into a pit at the local dump. He wasn't my horse but he earned the privilege to come and find a quiet resting spot after a life of racing for 8 years and jumping for another 12. My old mare of 29 years will be buried in that orchard next to him. Her name is Annapurna. You might like her; she is wise and gentle and beautiful. > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "Ann" wrote: > > > > > > > > > > > > --- In FairfieldLife@yahoogroups.com, "emptybill" emptybill@ wrote: > > > > > > > > Raviola > > > > > > > > Yer like a teenage boy high on meth. > > > > Stop sounding like a fool ... fool. > > > > > > EB, you are always scolding someone. Now you're sounding like Buck, at > > least in your intention to silence. > > >
