Happy Birthday Dezhen

[Chang Style Novice]

Whereever you are, you MIA somb!tch.

[rubthebuddha]

happy b-day dezhers!

(csn -- i'll link him to this when i see him online today)

[Suntzu]

ditto...... where's the cake?....

[Pork Chop]

happy b-day dezhen

suntzu
You shoulda told me you wanted cake...
Woulda gotten a good one if I'd known.

[Cheese Dog]

Happy Birthday!

[Oso]

yea, where have you been?

mebbe he's headed back down under.

[norther practitioner]

Happy B-Day Dez

[dezhen2001]

wow thanks a lot people, didnt expect this :)

i have been MIA for a while as study and general slacking have taken up most of my time... wont be "down under" until June at least which is cruddy but things happen when they are meant to happen.

Hopefully i can make it to KFO a little more regularly nowadays though :)

dawood

[rogue]

Happy b'day D!:)

[quiet man]

HBD from me, too.

[joedoe]

Happy Birthday Dez. Let us know when you are going to be heading down our way again. Looking forward to it :)

[dezhen2001]

hey Joedoe, no problems, though i havent trained much (hardly at all) since the last time i saw yall... still need a rematch at the dim sum eating :D

dawood

[KC Elbows]

My strict upbringing as a Jehova's witness prevents me from normally wishing you a happy birthday, but for you, I'll make an exception. I've even saved you an issue of Watchtower.:D

It's the special bonus Christmas issue, with the color renditions of the end!

[dezhen2001]

wanna know something funny?
(sorry im not telling ya that... :P but:)

some JW always deliver watchtower to the grocery store i work in and i dont know who it is but they keep taking it and shove it under the counter - one day i saw like 10 of them or something. Can u believe i even looked inside some when i was bored at work? :D

hope you and everyone else i "know" is good there,
take care :)

dawood

[FatherDog]

Congratulations, you didn't die for another year! :D

[phantom]

Have a happy, healthy B-day!

[norther practitioner]

watchtower

:confused:
Is that a mag or something?

[MasterKiller]

Originally posted by norther practitioner


:confused:
Is that a mag or something? It's THE mag, baby! Who needs Maxim when Watchtower gives you talking panda bears that are willing to do your dishes?

[KC Elbows]

Originally posted by MasterKiller
It's THE mag, baby! Who needs Maxim when Watchtower gives you talking panda bears that are willing to do your dishes?

:D

Give that sinner a kewpie doll!

[norther practitioner]

Um, OK

[KC Elbows]

It's the literature that Jehova's witnesses pass out door to door. Sorry, wasn't meaning to avoid the question.

[rubthebuddha]

i thought it was the bimonthly mag for the jimi hendrix fan club. :confused:






;)

[KC Elbows]

Nah, it's actually a quarterly for the Bob Dylan Appreciation Association and Bicycling Club. So the next time they come to your door, make sure to give them the organization anthem...

"Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

"Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

"Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

"So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

"As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

"Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

"While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

"An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

"Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

"You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

"A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

"Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

"For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

"While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

"While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

"But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

"Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

"While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

"My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

"And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only."




I always greet the local reps of the Bob Dylan Appreciation Association and Bicycling Club at my door with this little ditty(you can tell it's the Bob Dylan Appreciation Association and Bicycling Club by the suits they wear, just like Bob himself on that one album), and they always listen, stand there a moment, and leave, knowing that they need not preach the word to me.:D