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Anybody remember the Rules?
Robin Martin:
--- Quote ---On 2004-12-17 10:02:00, Ft. Lauderdale wrote:
"Robin, What part of CA do you live in? I,m going to LA - West Hollywood mid January- I'm going to see RJF22 if you would like to have dinner or lunch, let me know. We'll have a good ole time. (We can talk about Antigen & Greg behind their back- just kidding)
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Hey, I would like that! e/m me at CASailaway@yahoo.com and we'll talk, OK?
marshall:
I used to love to be picked to go sit on the front gate, especially on the weekend. Even sitting in the sun in the middle of a south florida summer was preferable to the raps. Sometimes staff would leave us there for severl hours. I remember lightning crashing really close & making our hair stand up. Running frantically to open the gate when art's limo showed up lest he have to wait for an extra 10 seconds.
We usually found novel ways to entertain ourselves while out there. A friend and I made up a story of a fictional 'anti-seed' with their own songs, steps, rules, etc. I called it "The Greed". Dishonesty was the first rule. 'The greed indeed is all u need to stay ON the pot & the pills and the weed'. The founders were 'Fart Parker & his wife Smelly'. It was a way of subtley rebelling while hiding behind a safe veneer of it being humor.
Ican'tTalktoYou:
--- Quote ---The founders were 'Fart Parker & his wife Smelly.
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That's too funny. I would have been too scared to talk to anyone at the seed like that.
GregFL:
they used to make me bathroom monitor.
"what is your name"
"will that be 1, 2 or 3"" (meaning piss shit or both). I still often why we kept written records of peoples bowel movements. I am pretty sure why the kept refusing the first and second request to go to the bathroom tho, it dovetails in with cultic mind control, to control everything including the bodily functions, to let you know they even control that...
I absolutely loved sitting next to the shitter with my little clipboard because I never got called on over there.
Smelling shit was way prefereable to talking it.... :grin:
Anonymous:
Don't know if anyone is still reading this posting. I'm a "newcomer" to this. I had to laugh when I read all of this, it brings back memories. I was telling my 16 year old daughter about my time at The Seed - searched it on the internet and came up with this. I was in the St. Pete seed during the summer of 1974. Yes, I remember some of the rules.
No Old Druggie Friends or Old Druggie Hang Outs.
Does anyone remember doing their "Moral Inventory"?
I also remember having the dubious honor of being selected as bathroom cleaner of the girl's bathroom. There were only 2 stalls and they were so overused that one stall was designated for #2 and could be flushed after each use. The other stall was only for #1 and would only be flushed after about 10 pees. Oh my God how disgusting! I was just happy to get out of the rap sessions so this seemed like such a big honor.
Does anyone remember eating partially frozen egg salad sandwiches?
Oh yeah, that was another rule. If you took the food you had to eat it all no matter how disgusting, because we all heard the friggin sob stories about Art starting his program on a boat in Ft. lauderdale and how they had nothing to eat..yadda, yadda...I think I gained about 10 pounds and got zits all over my face after a summer spent at the seed.
Terri
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