Grey_pilgrim
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I'm driving down from Knoxville on the 31st and coming back on the 3rd. (Friday-Sunday). Is anyone interested in splitting a hotel in the Lakeland area (much cheaper, right between Tampa and Orlando). Or is anyone interested in carpooling down? As of right now I'm going alone but that's a looonnng drive to make by yourself. Haha
we gotta find somebody for skasper.
To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already 3-parts dead.
I have sought love, first, because it brings ecstasy - ecstasy so great that I would often have sacrificed all the rest of life for a few hours of this joy. I have sought it, next, because it relieves loneliness--that terrible loneliness in which one shivering consciousness looks over the rim of the world into the cold unfathomable lifeless abyss. I have sought it finally, because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven that saints and poets have imagined. This is what I sought, and though it might seem too good for human life, this is what--at last--I have found.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness. -Bertrand Russell
Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud, it is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods. -Robert Ingersoll
Love is the only bow on life's dark cloud, it is the morning and the evening star. It shines upon the babe, and sheds its radiance on the quiet tomb. It is the mother of art, inspirer of poet, patriot and philosopher.
It is the air and light of every heart builder of every home, kindler of every fire on every hearth. It was the first to dream of immortality. It fills the world with melody for music is the voice of love.
Love is the magician, the enchanter, that changes worthless things to Joy, and makes royal kings and queens of common clay. It is the perfume of that wondrous flower, the heart, and without that sacred passion, that divine swoon, we are less than beasts; but with it, earth is heaven, and we are gods. -Robert Ingersoll
For too long I've denied the orientation of my biological imperatives. The timing at last appearing propitious, I now submit a sincere solicitation in an effort to commence a new life in pursuit of my authentic interests. While one can't expect to take home the first puppy encountered at the shelter, there most assuredly exists no chance of long-term fulfillment if one cannot at least take a test drive, for even a Dodge Neon will if driven appropriately provide sensuality at every turn and curve.
With this in mind I've decided to offer my tertiary email account, manningberry@gmail.com.
My suggestion for the OP, should he begin to consider the address dubious, is to inquire of a scrupulous and trusted moderator as to its validity.
I'm waiting.