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Daddy Comfort

offline 259 friends
joined on 12/06/09
last updated 04/12/13
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Ant Crabby's

Really Really Bad Advice: tribes.tribe.net/antcrabby
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Cattitudes

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Kitchen Myths

fallacies and hints ... tribes.tribe.net/kitchenmyths
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Pozitive Circle

Private writing group for those infected & affected by HIV/AIDS. -see instructions below.
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Trade or Barter

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Weirder Homes & Gardens

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Boot Mania

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Codpieces R Us

image-based PRIVATE tribe, see directions below
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Etchings

"Want to come up and see my etchings?" -a familiar cliche written by both Thurber & Hammet, popularized in many forms by Mae West. ... This is a private tribe of collected gay erotic drawings
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Gay Motorcyclists

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Friend's G-rated Tribes

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Friend's Adult Tribes

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How to join my PRIVATE Tribes...

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Welcome to the Comfort Zone

Each game of chess means there's one less variation left to be played. Each day got through means one or two less mistakes remain to be made. ~ Andersson & Rice
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Bio Stuff

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A little bit more about me...

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Thinking out loud...

A mayor on the Jersey Shore thinks the ruins of this roller coaster could be a tourist attraction. Would you go see it?

Read more at nbcnews.to/T0hIxc

Photo credit: Julio Cortez / AP file

I said yes: A fitting memorial to the realizaion that life and fun, investment and nieghbourood, friends and family, as well as our illusion of saftey, gone in a single restless night.
Thu, November 22, 2012 - 11:14 PM permalink - 3 comments
 
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Favourite Video

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Let the children come!

Here in this place, we are flesh. Flesh that weeps, laughs, dances barefoot in the grass. Love your flesh, love it hard. Yonder, they do not love your flesh.

Oh, my people... they do not love your hands. Those they only use, bind, tie, chop off and leave empty. Love your hands! Raise them up and kiss them -and the beat, beat, beating of your heart, more than the lung that breaths fresh air.

Let your mothers hear you laugh. Love your heart, that is the prize.

Love your heart!
This is the prize.
Alleluia... Amen.

~Preacher Baby Sugs, in Toni Morrison’s “Beloved”

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Bouquets and Brickbats

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Joke of the Day

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My Friends

 
members » Daddy Comfort link to this profile: http://people.tribe.net/daddycomfort