To what are you currently listening?

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Hat And Beard

#2535
March 14, 2017, 08:06:28 PM
This is my anthem

attiret

#2536
March 14, 2017, 08:15:16 PM
Quote from: Hat And Beard on March 14, 2017, 08:06:28 PM
This is my anthem

This is scandalous and has no place on a Catholic forum.



red solo cup

#2537
March 15, 2017, 03:38:38 AM

non impediti ratione cogitationis

Carleendiane

#2539
March 17, 2017, 11:33:46 AM
Quote from: Lydia Purpuraria on March 15, 2017, 04:49:05 PM

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Lydia, why is your name there with a line through it? Have you left us?
To board the struggle bus: no whining, board with a smile, a fake one will be found out and put off at next stop, no maps, no directions, going only one way, one destination. Follow all rules and you will arrive. Drop off at pearly gate. Bring nothing.

red solo cup

#2540
March 17, 2017, 05:40:34 PM

non impediti ratione cogitationis

Bernadette

#2541
March 18, 2017, 05:08:40 AM
Dan Carlin's latest "Hardcore History" podcast. About nuclear war.  :hide: Why I'm listening to this, I can't really say. Seemed like a good idea at the time, and now I can't...tear myself away.
My Lord and my God.

Hat And Beard

#2542
March 18, 2017, 05:09:12 PM

Hat And Beard

#2543
March 18, 2017, 05:09:38 PM

Hat And Beard

#2544
March 18, 2017, 06:03:37 PM

MilesChristi

#2545
March 21, 2017, 03:26:41 PM
Quote from: Bernadette on March 18, 2017, 05:08:40 AM
Dan Carlin's latest "Hardcore History" podcast. About nuclear war.  :hide: Why I'm listening to this, I can't really say. Seemed like a good idea at the time, and now I can't...tear myself away.

Perfect soundtrack to my Biomechanics HW
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Hat And Beard

#2546
March 21, 2017, 06:40:18 PM
I dunno why but I love peter cetera

LouisIX

#2549
March 22, 2017, 05:59:33 PM
IF I speak with the tongues of men, and of angels, and have not charity, I am become as sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal.
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