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Can I introduce myself here? or is there another thread I should be on? I have a few questions...

Haven't had much experience with spammers so far. I attributed the broken English to English probably being a second language (which it probably is!) Now I realize the other time I saw something similar was my only previous encounter with a spammer. Thanks to lamagonzo for educating me. I'll get it one of these days, maybe?!

You are twisted, dude! Beware, somebody has you in their crosshairs (with only the best intentions, I'm sure).

Then the time machine went a little bit faster, then slower again, only to finally realise that it didnt matter. These illusions were a thing of yesterday and yesteryear. Just like cruelty to animals. This is not to say that no animal shall evr be eaten, but all beings of the universe should understand what this energy is and what it represents on symbolic levels. So Jesus, the Hoker, the Poker player and the smoker, Albert Hofman and the spiral eyed lords of the underworld were at the eternal carnival, all wearing each other masks, passing them to the right and sometimes to the left, dancing to patterns of controlled chaos, flowing seamlessly into this dimensions. That doesnt mean we have to listen to them all the time. Once in a while we should do, like balancing on a tight rope. The kitchen shall not be cleaned untill the last speck is gone, but untill the consciuosness of the cleaner feels the balance is maintained. Boom boom and loopiness and peace to the family :) All imaginary and mind created diseases are gone, never to plague those with love and awareness in the hearts. The sun shall not burn the crops or the skin, it shall be a sun of mercy and compassion, giving energy to the king, the land and the people. The moon shall be a soothing influence on man kind and all inhabitans of the world and multiverse. It shall impart knowledge to those who are seeking, and sustain the cycles of growing knowledge that sustain this world. Life is, and will always be about play. A game with no rules, but a game where the participants determine their own limits, a balance between good spirited fight, fairplay, but also some deceit from those who are wise and like to play on the borders between night and day, like a waiter balancing a tray, dodging the shades of grey, the frayed string will always hold, just a trick of the jokers mind, testing your faith.

They kind of help to introduce myself in good loopz Sam was still dazzled as he lay drenched in sweat on the king size bed in room 301 of the "Garden Hotel" in Changchun, north-Eastern China. He rolled out of bed and walked over to the bathroom. CNN was still on, something about the Natelie Holloway case. Sam splashed water over his face, chest and under his arms. Everything in this god forsakken city was polluted, the water coming out of the poorly engineered water system was perpetually rusty brown on colour and when Sam looked out of his window the industrial city seemed to glow in an apocalyptic Orange shimmer, nuclear fallout and chemical wasteland combined. On top of this there were the mongolian sandstorms that would sweep in from the west, combining with and bonding with the industrial filth to cover the land in a thick blanket of dust. Not the most hospitable place or situation same had ever gotten himself into - these were thoughts that would be with Sam almost every time he woke up, discontent, that gnawing feeling of jealousy and underachievement slowly eating away at his heart. He was going to be 30 in a few months, and had never felt so drained. Ann, the young Scottish intern in the front office department had taken an emergency holiday, burnout syndrome she argued. How the fuck could that bitch know anything about burnout. Sam spat on the floor and carelessly wiped it with the sole of his foot, disgusting, but that is exactly what this place was doing to him. Sucking him dry. This hotel was a living, breathing monster, feeding on the largely ignorant clientele. All business customers of course, there were very few sensible reasons to come to this place for leisure. The monsters heart was the brothel bar on the second floor. Everyone would end up here sooner or later, a failsafe foreigner trap. The owners had made a fortune with this fool proof conspiracy, damn clever business people these Chinese. Once a new foreign guest would come through the front door those revolving doors would spin around once and the trap snapped shut. The whore bar was the center of the web, and a lazy fat spider she was. Laying there, not needing to move. The prey would come to her sooner or later, she had been feeding here for many years and had always been proven right in her arrogant righteousness. Sometimes the flies would resist for a while, but this resistance never lasted long. The European guests were so easy to lure, and mostly turned out to be manipulated by the easiest means being ignorant of the tricksters arts. Although Sam had been here longer than the most, he had also been through the same process. Now he was arrogant as he watched all the news guests fall for the same sweet talking and mind games- he had seen it all, fairy tales and horror stories biting themselves in the tail, like a 2 headed snake cannibalising itself with pig-like greed.

bye bye, Nardy...

,,,spammer. They walk among us.

There is a forum on this site you might be interested in. It's called Religion, Spirituality and Deadheads. Its gone dormant of late, not a lot of recent posts but you might find the posts interesting and might want to add your own input. I came close to becoming an Episcopal priest earlier in my life and am active in a local church. I think you'll find there are many Christian Deadheads (as well as Buddhist, Hindu, Jewish, pagan and just about everything else). Welcome aboard, Brother.

I love to travel, I lived in Kenya for some time, and in the Blue Mountains. I like to trave and trip all over the world. I thought the hippie market in Anjuna was great too, I bought a tap their once. I used to write reviews about psytrance music for free :) You can find me on Isratrance as Kazuku. That music is also psychedlic sometimes ;)Now I am a Deadhead and would like to go off into the sun at some stage. Living in Germany is boring, I need to catch up with the tour more. I love to write. I am 32 years old and love to hang out in the Sun and travel in the East. I lived in China for some time, which was intersting. I like snakes and ladders,other board games. Would like to travel to Nassau one day. Just got a new CD today.. Perfect Stranger.