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"Eye Balls Click, The Chess Integrity Train Ride"
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Is this after or before the bullet entered your head?
Clearly after...
This all came to light after i returned from a Space Jail . I was locked up in a space jail where Alien Life Form Was Found, On Two Moons On the Backside of Uranus.
bulletheadbilly wrote:
Is Anybody Picking Up What I'm Laying Down?
Crap? I doubt it
you dont like it?
that's a good laugh and i don't get it but it sounded like a good one
What does "Eye Balls Click" mean?
Its A Marine Term. it Means , "Look Here Now"...
They say time waits for no man, but doesn't the third second have to wait on the second before it can expire? I guess that means it's forced to wait on itself to some degree. So I guess while it waits on itself, in this minute way, I will second my own notion that I can take advantage of its pause, as if it were not yet my hour.
Let me know what you make of this...
I Got A Girlfriend who can make Time Stand Still..
The passage of time is a matter of perspective. If we didn't need to eat, or meet "dead"lines, keeping track of it would literally be irrelevant, to the point that, it might be the hobby of some, but I don't know why.
Why do I get the impression you are too fixated to notice it's passage, due to the focus on activities,of a different passage surrounding something else that "stands" during that time?
I am fixated to know its passage because i have been on unemplyment benefits for over 2 years..
Sounds like you have a different sort of job and you enjoy it...
Well Actually I Taught Some Aliens The game of Chess and Now I am The Ambassador to the Universe..
Yeah ok, I have to go to bed now...
Nice talking
Well I am Not Going to do any Pasting Here. Except, I would like to Paste a Picture inside Your Brain Housing Network. An Everlasting Picture Of A Train Ride, with Clyde, To the Other side. The Other side of Chess Reality, Where The Train Whistle Blows, and where she stops Nobody Knows.
Scene One:
Picture A Bullet-Train in Japan on a Scenic Route With Mount Fuji in Spring as A Back Drop. The 200+ Mile an Hour Train is filled with The Highest Rated Online Players Here at chess.com. A Vision Of Beauty ? NO!
Scene Two:
Picture An Old Steam Locomotive, Trying To make it Up a steepMountain. The Old Semi Run-Down Passenger Cars of The Train Are Filled To the Gills, With The Grand Masters, International Masters, FM, CM,Etc, of Chess.com. The Train is Over-packed with Masters that Could not Qualify for The Bullet-Train. A Vision of Beauty ? NO!
The Moral Of This Story? If Your Rating is as High as a Master, Its Smells Fishy. Whether its the Smell of Of fine Seafood, or Fish Head Soup, Remains to be Seen.
Is Anybody Picking Up What I'm Laying Down?