bull⚡@aussie.zone to Melbourne@aussie.zoneEnglish · 1 year agoDaily Discussion Thread: 🌞 Sun 14 Apr 2024message-squaremessage-square108fedilinkarrow-up119arrow-down11
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minus-squareuseless_modern_god@aussie.zonelinkfedilinkarrow-up3·1 year agoBible paper works a treat as well, but how many of us have those lying around?
minus-squareThornburywitch@aussie.zonelinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up4·1 year agoDrop by your nearest motel and thank Gideon for the opportunity.
minus-squareSeagoon_@aussie.zonelinkfedilinkarrow-up4·1 year agosome old shakespeare books are on rice paper 👍
minus-squareuseless_modern_god@aussie.zonelinkfedilinkarrow-up4·1 year agoO true apothecary! Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die
minus-squareSeagoon_@aussie.zonelinkfedilinkarrow-up1·edit-21 year agoquite a bit of drug taking in the old days "Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell. It fell upon a little western flower, Before, milk-white, now purple with love’s wound, And maidens call it “love-in-idleness.” Fetch me that flower; the herb I showed thee once. The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again
minus-squareForce_majeure123@aussie.zonelinkfedilinkarrow-up4·1 year agoI’ve rolled many joints and cigarettes from hotel bible paper
minus-squareStudSpud The Starchy@aussie.zonelinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up2·1 year agoNo bibles allowed in my home; only music above 180bpm and an open mind
minus-squareStudSpud The Starchy@aussie.zonelinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up2·1 year agoCoke? Nah. Shite? Not yet.
Bible paper works a treat as well, but how many of us have those lying around?
Drop by your nearest motel and thank Gideon for the opportunity.
some old shakespeare books are on rice paper 👍
O true apothecary!
Thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die
quite a bit of drug taking in the old days
"Yet marked I where the bolt of Cupid fell.
It fell upon a little western flower,
Before, milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
And maidens call it “love-in-idleness.”
Fetch me that flower; the herb I showed thee once.
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again
I’ve rolled many joints and cigarettes from hotel bible paper
No bibles allowed in my home; only music above 180bpm and an open mind
So no Barry White then?
Coke? Nah. Shite? Not yet.