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Started by MaxwellsDemon, January 23, 2004, 12:07:34 AM

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MaxwellsDemon

Is Tom Robbins Pynchon's perkier brother?

are they the same man? (so thats why Pynchon is so reclusive)

Is Switters a true Discordian saint, or just a dirty old man?

"The need for mystry is greater than the need for an answer"
Ken Kesey

Bella

Tom Robbins is Pynchon's younger clone.
If they are the same man, it's only because they are siamese twins.
Switters is a dirty old discordian man.
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

slothrop23

tom robbins is a dirty old man, and switters is pynchons son. thomas didn,t actually exist, only in the form of a chaotic cloud formation known as the hibtertflibbert, you can find it on any map if only you look hard enough.
Wind turbines.

I'm a big fan

Bella

Quote from: slothrop23tom robbins is a dirty old man, and switters is pynchons son. thomas didn,t actually exist, only in the form of a chaotic cloud formation known as the hibtertflibbert, you can find it on any map if only you look hard enough.
Tom Robbins is an outlaw, even if his hair isn't red.....
that's how he knows the secret of the human heart.
Which is that the heart is the ultimate outlaw.
And...he lives in the pyramid on the camel's cigarette package.
Everyone knows that.
Either that or he lives in a airstream trailer made up to look
like a giant roast turkey.
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

Iron Sulfide

i think you all need to take a rather long sit.

everyone knows that tom robbins publishes his books
through means of telepathy. in fact, if you guys would have been there
for that great belly dancer...salome was her name i think...
you'd be able to use telepathy too and you could hear him writing the
book as he writes it.

she telepathically publishes them from his secret laboratory nestled
snuggly in the deep jungles of the Doggon.

duh
Ya' stupid Yank.

Anonymous

Quote from: Saint*Bastardi think you all need to take a rather long sit.

everyone knows that tom robbins publishes his books
through means of telepathy. in fact, if you guys would have been there
for that great belly dancer...salome was her name i think...
you'd be able to use telepathy too and you could hear him writing the
book as he writes it.

she telepathically publishes them from his secret laboratory nestled
snuggly in the deep jungles of the Doggon.

duh
Nuhuh!
He sits in the room with the wolfmother wallpaper and holds the conch shell up to his ear. Then he dictates to the red painted stick, which types the answers on the Remington. Either that or he pulls the pages, already written from the pockets of Boomer's trenchcoat.

Iron Sulfide

no no....he doesn't dictate to painted stick...

he used painted stick to finish StillLife w/ WoodPecker
Ya' stupid Yank.

Bella

You're both wrong.

He sits in a house completely engulfed by blackberry bushes,
dips the painted stick in ink made from beet juice and writes on paper made from butterfly wings.

That is, when he's not invading the vatican or winding the clocks deep within a cave that smells of life savers.

PS: I swear I saw him once, sitting on the grass under the big Banyon tree in Lahaina, wearing only one purple sock and talking to a pack of Camels.
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

Anonymous

you're all wrong.
i'm he and he's me and we're both here haunting your forums.

Adverblust

They both wear pants.  That says enough.
Go on.  Just look at 'very' or 'badly'.  There's no denying the adverb.  Mm-mm.

Malaul

Quote from: SssBella, Oracle of Doom

PS: I swear I saw him once, sitting on the grass under the big Banyon tree in Lahaina, wearing only one purple sock and talking to a pack of Camels.
do you mean the animal or the ciggarettes?
Coito ergo sum
O! Plus! Perge! Aio! Hui! Hem!
"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy,the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named Bush, Dick, and Colon.  --Comedian Chris Rock

Malaria test subject #777

Quote from: Malaul
Quote from: SssBella, Oracle of Doom

PS: I swear I saw him once, sitting on the grass under the big Banyon tree in Lahaina, wearing only one purple sock and talking to a pack of Camels.
do you mean the animal or the ciggarettes?
She probably meant the cigarettes, like in the book "Still life With Woodpecker", but a pack of live camels would be much funnier, don'tcha think?
A lab accident in the sperm bank made me what I am today.


Malaul

Coito ergo sum
O! Plus! Perge! Aio! Hui! Hem!
"You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy,the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named Bush, Dick, and Colon.  --Comedian Chris Rock

Bella

I did mean the pack of smokes, but now I have this really great
mental image of camel grazing under the giant banyan tree in
Lahaina, while Tom Robbins follows them around talking to them.
just like in a dream
you'll open your mouth to scream
and you won't make a sound

you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
you can't believe your friends
you can't believe you're here

Cain