[PenultimateManStanding]

A little rain front came through last night and now the tail end has the sky full of puffy clouds. If you look in a cursory way, they just seem to be stationary. But slow down your clock and watch for awhile and the grand pageant become apparent. They move and shift and drift by in a majestic way. Some have intact boundaries, while others send out shoots of evaporation as they shrink into the blue.

[PenultimateManStanding]

All of our ancestors saw the same clouds. How could anyone think that the world is flat after looking at clouds? There they are, peeking over the horizon, seemingly down low when the ones nearby are so high above. It's pretty obvious that the world is curving away in the distance.

[Atlantean_Relic]

I wish they seemed stationary. I look up at them and the seem to run by. Undulating like giant amebas across the sky. Then again my enternal clock must be busted. Days past like hours as of late.

[Doly]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Atlantean_Relic', 'I') wish they seemed stationary. I look up at them and the seem to run by.

[holmes]

the indians believed it was the back of a curved turtle shell. close.
The clouds. this thread brought back memeories of me playing war and fishing in the fields, streams and forests. Those first warm days of spring turning to summer. I would just lay there in the tall diverse grasses and dream..... Then the swarm began. now the machine has consumed my county. 7 casinos planned. the crystal clear waters of the renownd trout stream called esopus is now at the whims of corrupot greedy developers fueled on illegal immigration and cheap shit. death moved in in the 1980's the youth have fled. Inbred death is left.

In my little town
I grew up believ--ing
God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord I recall
My little town

Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates
Of the factories
My mom doing the laundry
Hanging our shirts
In the dirty breeze

And after it rains
There’s a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It’s not that the colors aren’t there
It’s just imagin-ation they lack
Everything’s the same
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

In my little town
I never meant nothin’
I was just my fathers son
Saving my money
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger
On the trigger of a gun
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Repeat and fade:
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

The End

[PenultimateManStanding]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('holmes', 't')he indians believed it was the back of a curved turtle shell. close.

[holmes]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('PenultimateManStanding', '')$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('holmes', 't')he indians believed it was the back of a curved turtle shell. close.

[Laurasia]

Sometimes, if you stare at the clouds on a particularly windy day, it seems as if YOU and you surroundings are moving, and the clouds are stationary - like you are standing on the deck of a huge barge or ship.

Regards,

L

[Boozbaz]

$this->bbcode_second_pass_quote('Laurasia', 'S')ometimes, if you stare at the clouds on a particularly windy day, it seems as if YOU and you surroundings are moving, and the clouds are stationary - like you are standing on the deck of a huge barge or ship.

Regards,

L