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How Well Do The Aesir (The Gods) And The Vanir (Shape Shifters, For Example, Cousin Loki) Get Along?

Pas Du Tout.
Not At All.
 
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Inspired By Tylenol (acetaminophen) And LSD.
 
Irritated By Voices.
I Can Hear Other People Remotely.
 
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Many People Tell Me I Smell Like Doo Doo.
No Wonder I Am So Unpopular.
 
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My Thoughts Broadcast.
It Is Largely A Pain In The Ass.
 
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I Have What Feels Like A Worm Lodged Inside My Right Ear.
I Named Him Loki.
 
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I Used To Be Intrigued By The Ectothermic Reptilian V For Visitors (TV Show) From The 1980s.

Now I Live On Their Home Planet!
 
Reptiles Enjoy Methamphetamine Just Like Everyone Else.
Ecstasy (MDMA) Just Ain't On Their List.
 
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The Voices In My Head I Wish I Didn't Have To Listen To:

1) Ashley (my 3rd or 4th Cousin In Law). [Finder's Wife]
2) Wes (The Vampire Lestat, LeJunk, Bright Star, My Brother In Law)
3) Sometimes Mike And Deborah.
4) Loki Doesn't Bother Me Much, But I Hear A Lot Out Of Him.
5) I Only Hear Finder (Mark) Rarely.
6) I Here ER The RN Sometimes.

That's About All Of Them.
 
lol, what in the world. looks like there have been really interesting parts to this thread in the past, with some folks--most notably sekio, upon initial perusal--contributing really thoughtfully. but gott-dam, ain't it also filled with heaps of nonsense to sort through, ha.
 
Holy Ghost. Ace Of Diamonds.

John The "Hades" Remus "Jim Carey" Baptist Is One Of My Cousins.

His Card Is The 4 Of Spades.
 
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A Lee Harvey Oswald Like Scenario.

The Butthole Surfers, "Pepper."



Some Will Fall In Love With Life And Drink It Like A Fountain That Is Pouring Like An Avalanche Coming Down The Mountain.

LIL_SIDDARTHA

Buddah! Buddah! Buddah!
 
Crawling Through The Minefield,
We Never Saw The Signs.
The Lightning Flashes.
Thunder Claps.
Is it Just Our Dream, Ophelia?
We Saw The Dark Clouds Rolling, Scavengers Revolving, As We Made Love On A Log In The Fog.

Is It Just Our Dream, Ophelia?
There Was Just A Hint Of Search Light.
It Illuminates A Pair Of Lonely Souls Locked Together.
Is It Just Our Dream, Ophelia?
Trying Hard To Hide, To Melt Away But Rolling For A Gallery Of Eyes,
Watching, Waiting.

Is It Just Our Dream, Ophelia?
And Love Is Blind.
It Wraps Its Stink Across Our Fingers.
It Makes Us Bleed!
It Makes Us Sick.

Is It Just Our Dream, Ophelia?
Water's Boiling, But The Need Is Strong,
And We Have To Swim.
Let's Find An Island,
Find A Log That Maybe We'll Call Home, Our Home,
Ophelia! Do You Think That We Can Make It On Our Own?
Our Dream, Ophelia.
Our Dream, Ophelia.

Krishna via The Tear Garden, "Ophelia." (1987)
 
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