All stream of consciousness rants are essentially this

[Cain]

That is where corn chips come from. Hmm... Maybe ol' Professor Hardwood is onto something. He probably really loves corn. And all corn-related products. I mean, isn't that what you're supposed to put in a frame? Things you love? I'm gonna do that. When I'm get home, I'm gonna frame a bunch of stuff I love. Like lasagna. I LOVE lasagna. It's SO good. And cheesy. You know who else loves lasagna? Garfield. Man, that cat really loves lasagna. Maybe I should put a picture of Garfield in a frame. You know, as a kind of shorthand way of saying "I love lasagna." That would be so fucking inside. Or how 'bout a photo of PRESIDENT Garfield? Oh shit, that would be totally meta! People would be all like, "Jane, why do you have a photo of President Garfield on your mantle?" And I'd be like, "Because I like lasagna, of course.

Prove me wrong.

[indigoblade]

That is where corn chips come from. Hmm... Maybe ol' Professor Hardwood is onto something. He probably really loves corn. And all corn-related products. I mean, isn't that what you're supposed to put in a frame? Things you love? I'm gonna do that. When I'm get home, I'm gonna frame a bunch of stuff I love. Like lasagna. I LOVE lasagna. It's SO good. And cheesy. You know who else loves lasagna? Garfield. Man, that cat really loves lasagna. Maybe I should put a picture of Garfield in a frame. You know, as a kind of shorthand way of saying "I love lasagna." That would be so fucking inside. Or how 'bout a photo of PRESIDENT Garfield? Oh shit, that would be totally meta! People would be all like, "Jane, why do you have a photo of President Garfield on your mantle?" And I'd be like, "Because I like lasagna, of course.

Prove me wrong.

This might prove you wrong: http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php?topic=19228.0
unless you find a way to prove it wrong
which I'm sure you can, but someone had to throw the gauntlet.

[Kai]

Anything that Sepia has written.

[Cramulus]

Anything that Sepia has written.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

You know, lasagna is pretty good, but it's not THAT fucking good.

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Anything that Sepia has written.

[dontblameyoko]

You know, lasagna is pretty good, but it's not THAT fucking good.

It might be if my grandma made it!

[the other anonymous]

Prove me wrong.

Buddha's Stream of Consciousness:

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MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
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MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

-toa,
just quoted the principia, what?

[Corvidia]

You know, lasagna is pretty good, but it's not THAT fucking good.

I disagree entirely. If there are gods, that is their ambrosia.

Cain: That's not a rant. That's just bubble headed rambling. Rants require anger or true passion. Rambling is smiling and empty headed.

[Cain]

....

*sigh*

Humour deficiency, ITT

[the other anonymous]

....

*sigh*

Humour deficiency, ITT

Sorry, forgot to add the punchline:

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

Happy now?

[Dr Goofy]

....

*sigh*

Humour deficiency, ITT

Indeed!

[Richter]

I am the Walrus.

Goo goo gachoob.

[LMNO]

From the best part of Walk Hard:

Mailboxes drip like lampposts in the twisted birth canal of the coliseum
Rim job fairy teapots mask the temper tantrum
O' say can you see 'em
Stuffed cabbage is the darling of the Laundromat
'N the sorority mascot sat with the lumberjack
Pressing passing stinging half synthetic fabrication of his-- Time
The mouse with the overbite explained how the rabbits were ensnared
'N the skinny scanty sylph trashed the apothecary diplomat
Inside the three-eyed monkey within inches of his toaster oven life


In my mind
I'm half blind
My inner ref
Is mostly deaf
I'm smell impaired
If you cared
My sense of taste is wasted on the phosphorescent orange peels of San Francisco axe-encrusted frenzy


So let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Where the Ro-yal Jelly gets made


Coleratura singers bringing weeds and social clingers
Hangers-on and fancy flingers
To the dress ball
Mushrooms and bowling pins
Stove pipe hats and other things I can't recall
From Juvenile hall
We're so unlucky and stuff
Woodrow Wilson never had it so tough
Dairy Queen and Vaseline and Maybelline
Paul Bunyan and James Dean


Allegory agencies of pre-Raphaelite paganry
And Shenandoah tapestries
Compared with good mahogany
Collapsing the undying postcard romance
With feline perspicacity
By the university
That night I held a paucity
Which you deemed common courtesy
I wasn't what you thought I'd be
I shouldn't have invited you to dance


In my tree
I'm halfway free
And in my chair
One quarter there
In my dream
One-sixteenth cream
In the coffee of the Courtier
Of the sycophant assistant to the king


So let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Let me touch you
Where the Ro----yal Jelly gets made

[Rumckle]

Ironically, I decided the other day to set up my PC so when I think I have a profound thought, or a great idea (usually when I am sleep deprived or drunk), I can record to listen back later.

Man, I think some really banal shit.