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[22 May 2007|06:56pm] |
Prophet 60091
This is the flight number of our galactic sun
Prophet 60091
Before we start you should know that you're not the only one
Who can hurt me
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| Mmmmmmmm |
[29 Jan 2007|01:45pm] |
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John Mclaughlin - So you hear voices that you left behind |
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Mum's Lamb Roast
Chef: Deborah Pitter
Your late night cook.
You need:
1 trimmed leg of lamb
1 clove of garlic
Fresh rosemary
I tablespoon olive oil
Salt
Freshly ground black pepper
Selected vegetables (eg.4 red skinned potatoes, 4 parsnips, 4 carrots, 4 roma tomatoes, 4 onions, 1 red capsicum)
1 cup wine
Method:
Preheat oven to 220C. Make incisions into lamb and insert garlic. Rub meat with olive oil and season with salt and pepper. Place lamb directly on rack with potatoes or on a rack in an oven tray. Place vegetables of choice in vegetable dish below lamb in oven. Toss with a little olive oil and plenty of rosemary.
Roast lamb for about 1 hour, depending on size. Test with tongs. Rest covered in foil for 15 minutes. When vegetables are tender and golden brown, remove to a warm plate. Pour fat from baking dish and deglaze with wine or balsamic vinegar. Pour pan juices and wine over meat.
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[19 Dec 2006|03:48pm] |
kyoto_jazz_massives: so did you post a comment on my journal??????
cruelix: not yet
kyoto_jazz_massives: could you please post on it i would like it very much
cruelix: k
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[19 Dec 2006|03:26pm] |
Goulburn valley twin pack apple strawberry puree hey fuck you channel 7 and your trash tv today tonight is the biggest bunch of shit I've ever seen lies lies and more lies wankers!!!!!
if my brain was bigger then a chocolate peanut I'd take you fuckers one
Hey by the way world i have a small penis the size of a peanut bit like my brain
Fuck you Today Tonight burn in hell
Love,
Small penis
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| Woodworking tools |
[10 Aug 2006|10:08pm] |
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Pure bliss
Finest of wood shavings
Floating gently to the ground
Smell of freshly planed gum
The joy of razor Sharp hand tools
Gliding across the timber
Hand tools become
An extension of ones
Mind, body, heart and soul
The birth of a wooden sword
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| Ikkyu poem |
[31 Jul 2006|10:17am] |
The vagaries of life,
Though painful,
Teach us
Not to cling
To this floating world.
Why do people
Lavish decoration
On this set of bones,
Destined to disappear
Without a trace?
The original boyd
Must return to
Its original place.
Do not search
For what cannot be found.
No on really knows
The nature of birth
Nor the true dwelling place.
We return to the source
And turn to dust.
Many paths lead from
The foot of the mountain,
But at the peak
We all gaze at the
Single bright moon.
If at the of our journey
There is no final resting place,
Then we need not fear
Losing our way
No beginning
No end
Our mond
Is Born and dies:
The emptiness of emptiness
Relax,
And the mind
Runs wild;
Control the world
And you can cast it aside.
Rain, Hail, snow, and ice:
All are different,
But when they fall
They become the same water
As the valeey stream.
The ways of proclaiming
The Mind all vary
But the same heavenly truth
Can be seen
In each and every one.
Cover your path
With fallen pine needles
So no one will able
To locate your
True dwelling place
How vain,
The endless funerals at the
Cremation grounds of Mount Toribe!
Don't the mourmers realize
That they will be next?
"Life is fleeting!"
We think at the sight
Of smoke drifing from Mount Toribe,
But When will we realize
That we are in the same boat?
All is in vain!
This morning,
A healthy friend;
This evening,
A wisp of cremation smoke.
What a pity!
Evening smoke from Mount Toribe
Blown violently
To and fro
By the wind.
When burned,
We become ashes,
And earth when buried.
Is it only our sins
That remain behind?
All the sins
Committed
In the Three Worlds
Will fade away
Together with me
Ikkyu Sojun (1394-1481)
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[27 Sep 2004|09:01pm] |
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Nu Spirit Helsinki - take it back |
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Starting a new life a new way of doing things isn't so easy :(
letting go of the past is just as hard.
a new life is all i want.
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