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Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 20:21 - Dec 18 by Boston
Rounding 3rd base myself.
I'm approaching the Chair on the second circuit. I've unseated my rider and am in danger of going off the rails but put me down as a 11/4 odds on to come to the natural finish.
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Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 22:00 - Dec 18 with 1429 views
My next life i will be witnessing QPR win champions league for the tenth consecutive season and Britney Spears will my constant companion through life.
This existence i have to tough it out until my own personal Nirvana can be reached next time !!!
Failing that Belinda Carlisle will inform me that fools heaven is a place on earth otherwise known as the Loftus Road Stadium
Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 21:57 - Dec 18 by Logman
I'm approaching the Chair on the second circuit. I've unseated my rider and am in danger of going off the rails but put me down as a 11/4 odds on to come to the natural finish.
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Don't want to worry you, but if you are approaching the Chair on the second circuit then you've taken a wrong turn in life. The Chair is only jumped once, on the first circuit.
I however, will die happy being a Grand National pedant.
Edit: apologies, as you've unseated the rider, then obviously the route is not planned. So all good.
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Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 09:33 - Dec 19 with 1031 views
You're here on this planet once. And the fact that you're here is a mathematical miracle. And, look, you're never going to amount to shit. You're not going to invent anything, you're not going to cure anything, you're not going to be the next Brad Pitt.
So just keep your head down and just get through it and then when you're somewhere between 50 and 90 you'll die and that, hopefully, will be that.
Imagine dying and then there's a f**king afterlife. F*ck that shit. That's like getting ready to grab your coat at 5pm and then some c*nt phones the office. Like bruv, you better be on f**king fire if you're phoning me at 5pm. Same sort of c*nt that puts in a meeting for like two hours on a Friday afternoon. F**k you, f**k your meeting, f**k your KPIs, f**k your task and finish group, f**k your f*cking whole dad.
Afterlife? AfterSHITE more like. Like I've got through this whole life without f**king getting stabbed, run over by a drunk driving c*nt, getting my head kicked in by youths and without some rogue state blowing up my office with me in it and now I've got to live on a f**king cloud for all of eternity or some shit? F**K YOU.
Because if there is a heaven you know there will still be c*nts there. Like some sort of loophole c*nt. Like yeah he supported Chelsea and used to beat his wife and children but he also ran marathons for charity. Great. Now I'm trying to sort my cloud out but it's semi-detached and Chelsea John is next door and about to mount a f**k off 85 inch TV on the adjoining cloud wall and he's forever going to be watching Oasis festival gigs on it and parking his van on my cloud's drive way. For eternity. F**K OFF.
Stefan Moore, Stefan Moore running down the wing. Stefan Moore, Stefan Moore running down the wing. He runs like a cheetah, his crosses couldn't be sweeter. Stefan Moore. Stefan Moore. Stefan Moore.
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Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 15:02 - Dec 19 with 919 views
Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 09:33 - Dec 19 by Bluce_Ree
Ah f**k all that.
You're here on this planet once. And the fact that you're here is a mathematical miracle. And, look, you're never going to amount to shit. You're not going to invent anything, you're not going to cure anything, you're not going to be the next Brad Pitt.
So just keep your head down and just get through it and then when you're somewhere between 50 and 90 you'll die and that, hopefully, will be that.
Imagine dying and then there's a f**king afterlife. F*ck that shit. That's like getting ready to grab your coat at 5pm and then some c*nt phones the office. Like bruv, you better be on f**king fire if you're phoning me at 5pm. Same sort of c*nt that puts in a meeting for like two hours on a Friday afternoon. F**k you, f**k your meeting, f**k your KPIs, f**k your task and finish group, f**k your f*cking whole dad.
Afterlife? AfterSHITE more like. Like I've got through this whole life without f**king getting stabbed, run over by a drunk driving c*nt, getting my head kicked in by youths and without some rogue state blowing up my office with me in it and now I've got to live on a f**king cloud for all of eternity or some shit? F**K YOU.
Because if there is a heaven you know there will still be c*nts there. Like some sort of loophole c*nt. Like yeah he supported Chelsea and used to beat his wife and children but he also ran marathons for charity. Great. Now I'm trying to sort my cloud out but it's semi-detached and Chelsea John is next door and about to mount a f**k off 85 inch TV on the adjoining cloud wall and he's forever going to be watching Oasis festival gigs on it and parking his van on my cloud's drive way. For eternity. F**K OFF.
I love you mate
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Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 20:37 - Dec 19 with 834 views
Favorite poem by Samuel Beckett, echoes of the aftershite (ty Bluce!)
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what would I do without this world faceless incurious where to be lasts but an instant where every instant spills in the void the ignorance of having been without this wave where in the end body and shadow together are engulfed
what would I do without this silence where the murmurs die the pantings the frenzies towards succour towards love without this sky that soars above its ballast dust
what would I do what I did yesterday and the day before peering out of my deadlight looking for another wandering like me eddying far from all the living in a convulsive space among the voices voiceless that throng my hiddenness
“
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Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 20:46 - Dec 19 with 817 views
Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 20:46 - Dec 19 by saxbend
If accounts of people who insist they remember their past lives are anything to go on, only incredibly famous historical figures get reincarnated.
It’s funny you say that as a Spanish sailor once insisted to me he was Plato in a previous life. I laughed and told him get on with his work scrubbing the decks. It was the early 1500s and we were attempting to circumnavigate the globe. My name back then was Ferdinand Magellan.
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Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 01:34 - Dec 20 with 665 views
Biocentrism and Quantum Theory provide some interesting ideas on the afterlife but no 'proof'. For me, the afterlife will always be a matter of belief.
Apologies for the somewhat cheesy video.
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Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 12:46 - Dec 20 with 457 views
Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 00:02 - Dec 20 by DannyPaddox
It’s funny you say that as a Spanish sailor once insisted to me he was Plato in a previous life. I laughed and told him get on with his work scrubbing the decks. It was the early 1500s and we were attempting to circumnavigate the globe. My name back then was Ferdinand Magellan.
Rio, Anton, Les or Archduke Franz Ferdinand Magellan, DP?
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Spirituality, transcendence, mortality on 13:35 - Dec 20 with 413 views
From my favourite Bowie album, maybe my fave album full stop, Hunky Dory, I've always loved this song, its lyrics seem pertinent...
Quicksand
I'm closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley's uniform Of imagery I'm living in a silent film Portraying Himmler's sacred realm Of dream reality I'm frightened by the total goal Drawing to the ragged hole And I ain't got the power anymore No, I ain't got the power anymore
I'm the twisted name on Garbo's eyes Living proof of Churchill's lies, I'm destiny I'm torn between the light and dark Where others see their targets, divine symmetry Should I kiss the viper's fang? Or herald loud the death of Man I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought And I ain't got the power anymore
Don't believe in yourself, don't deceive with belief Knowledge comes with death's release Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah
I'm not a prophet or a stone-age man Just a mortal with the potential of a superman I'm living on I'm tethered to the logic of Homo Sapien Can't take my eyes from the great salvation Of bullshit faith If I don't explain what you ought to know You can tell me all about it on the next Bardo I'm sinking in the quicksand of my thought And I ain't got the power anymore
Don't believe in yourself, don't deceive with belief Knowledge comes with death's release Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah Don't believe in yourself, don't deceive with belief Knowledge comes with death's release Aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah, aah-aah...
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