Hey Jim...All My Rowdy Friends Have Lost Their Minds.

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

Personally, I think I'm doing fine.  I can see other people getting a little frentic or frayed at the edges, but hey, I've been there before, I don't feel it would be right to jump in and point that out.

This too shall pass.

Same here, Cain, but has it occurred to you that this isn't necessarily a ringing endorsement of our mental state?

Truth vs the capacity to function around other primates and enjoy their company.  Choose.

The capacity to function around other primates and enjoy their company vs the capacity to function around other primates and NOT enjoy their company vs  the inability to function around other primates without resorting to flinging shit at them. I don't think Truth enters into it.

Of course it does.  If you are willing to accept a few social fictions, you are much more likely to wind up surrounded by primates that want to be around you, and less likely to wind up bitter and lonely in your old age (or not so old age).

Hemmingway saw that choice, and opted out entirely.

I think they just choose different delusions, not truth. I mean, we can look at humanity and see the genocide, murder, rape, stupidity, groupthink, etc. which is one delusion... or we can see the art, creativity, self-sacrifice, imagination and progress of humans which is a different  delusion.

The only 'true' thing would be that humans are human and have incredibly awesome moments and horrifically terrible moments... and that just kinda leaves me 'meh' rather than being bitter, lonely or specifically accepting social fictions... I think.

The Lost Highway may be bad, but it may not be the only highway... and even there' its likely that some flowers are growing in the Median.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

You seem to be on a different highway.  The only plants out here are mesquite trees and cacti.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Fuck it.  Thread is all hippied up now.

May as well staple it to the Magic threads.

Fucking done.

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

You seem to be on a different highway.  The only plants out here are mesquite trees and cacti.

Hrmmm, I see...

Well, maybe that's it... different highway. Sjaantze used to be on the Humans are Horrible highway. I dunno what exit ramp she took...

[Dysfunctional Cunt]

Personally, I think I'm doing fine.  I can see other people getting a little frentic or frayed at the edges, but hey, I've been there before, I don't feel it would be right to jump in and point that out.

This too shall pass.

Same here, Cain, but has it occurred to you that this isn't necessarily a ringing endorsement of our mental state?

Truth vs the capacity to function around other primates and enjoy their company.  Choose.

The capacity to function around other primates and enjoy their company vs the capacity to function around other primates and NOT enjoy their company vs  the inability to function around other primates without resorting to flinging shit at them. I don't think Truth enters into it.

Of course it does.  If you are willing to accept a few social fictions, you are much more likely to wind up surrounded by primates that want to be around you, and less likely to wind up bitter and lonely in your old age (or not so old age).

Hemmingway saw that choice, and opted out entirely.

I think they just choose different delusions, not truth. I mean, we can look at humanity and see the genocide, murder, rape, stupidity, groupthink, etc. which is one delusion... or we can see the art, creativity, self-sacrifice, imagination and progress of humans which is a different  delusion.

The only 'true' thing would be that humans are human and have incredibly awesome moments and horrifically terrible moments... and that just kinda leaves me 'meh' rather than being bitter, lonely or specifically accepting social fictions... I think.

The Lost Highway may be bad, but it may not be the only highway... and even there' its likely that some flowers are growing in the Median.

Those aren't random flowers, they're grave markings.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

You seem to be on a different highway.  The only plants out here are mesquite trees and cacti.

Hrmmm, I see...

Well, maybe that's it... different highway. Sjaantze used to be on the Humans are Horrible highway. I dunno what exit ramp she took...

Where the fuck did you get "Humans are Horrible"?

Goddammit. 

Should I just rename this YET ANOTHER HIPPIE FUCKING MAGIC THREAD?  Should we do that with every fucking thread in this goddamn forum?  Son of a fucking bitch.

I think I'm done with these threads.  There's no fucking point.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Personally, I think I'm doing fine.  I can see other people getting a little frentic or frayed at the edges, but hey, I've been there before, I don't feel it would be right to jump in and point that out.

This too shall pass.

Same here, Cain, but has it occurred to you that this isn't necessarily a ringing endorsement of our mental state?

Truth vs the capacity to function around other primates and enjoy their company.  Choose.

The capacity to function around other primates and enjoy their company vs the capacity to function around other primates and NOT enjoy their company vs  the inability to function around other primates without resorting to flinging shit at them. I don't think Truth enters into it.

Of course it does.  If you are willing to accept a few social fictions, you are much more likely to wind up surrounded by primates that want to be around you, and less likely to wind up bitter and lonely in your old age (or not so old age).

Hemmingway saw that choice, and opted out entirely.

I think they just choose different delusions, not truth. I mean, we can look at humanity and see the genocide, murder, rape, stupidity, groupthink, etc. which is one delusion... or we can see the art, creativity, self-sacrifice, imagination and progress of humans which is a different  delusion.

The only 'true' thing would be that humans are human and have incredibly awesome moments and horrifically terrible moments... and that just kinda leaves me 'meh' rather than being bitter, lonely or specifically accepting social fictions... I think.

The Lost Highway may be bad, but it may not be the only highway... and even there' its likely that some flowers are growing in the Median.

Those aren't random flowers, they're grave markings.

Don't fucking bother, Khara.  This thread is now another "Nothing is true, everything is permitted" abortion.

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

Personally, I think I'm doing fine.  I can see other people getting a little frentic or frayed at the edges, but hey, I've been there before, I don't feel it would be right to jump in and point that out.

This too shall pass.

Same here, Cain, but has it occurred to you that this isn't necessarily a ringing endorsement of our mental state?

Truth vs the capacity to function around other primates and enjoy their company.  Choose.

The capacity to function around other primates and enjoy their company vs the capacity to function around other primates and NOT enjoy their company vs  the inability to function around other primates without resorting to flinging shit at them. I don't think Truth enters into it.

Of course it does.  If you are willing to accept a few social fictions, you are much more likely to wind up surrounded by primates that want to be around you, and less likely to wind up bitter and lonely in your old age (or not so old age).

Hemmingway saw that choice, and opted out entirely.

I think they just choose different delusions, not truth. I mean, we can look at humanity and see the genocide, murder, rape, stupidity, groupthink, etc. which is one delusion... or we can see the art, creativity, self-sacrifice, imagination and progress of humans which is a different  delusion.

The only 'true' thing would be that humans are human and have incredibly awesome moments and horrifically terrible moments... and that just kinda leaves me 'meh' rather than being bitter, lonely or specifically accepting social fictions... I think.

The Lost Highway may be bad, but it may not be the only highway... and even there' its likely that some flowers are growing in the Median.

Those aren't random flowers, they're grave markings.

Don't fucking bother, Khara.  This thread is now another "Nothing is true, everything is permitted" abortion.

I didn't say that...

[Captain Utopia]

The Lost Highway may be bad, but it may not be the only highway... and even there' its likely that some flowers are growing in the Median.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it considered bad form to contradict/challenge the central concepts of a psycho letter, at least before it's all played out?

[Eater of Clowns]

I've been looking for the place forever, you know but I'm blinded.  Like the rich can't see the social decay about them, like the zealous can't see the repercussions of their extremity.  It's winter up here and that means my feet aren't viable modes of transportation, the sidewalk is cruel with frost and hard enough to shatter your knees if you use it too much.  The roads are always white, if not with Aput's will then with enough road salt to turn the Great Lakes into the Dead Sea.  It cakes on your windshield and you can't see but directly ahead and something tells me this highway is just slightly off to one side or another.

I need this fucking highway.  I need to test the limits of my car like any good American and burn the motherfucker down to nothing.  This other place is packed with gibbering fools and bloodsuckers that seek to claim the pavement with the relative anonymity of their pointless steel wills.  I know it's no escape down there and it might lead to my demise and to the shock therapy of that which I hold dear but at least it's stimulation and not atrophy.  At least the deep red along the median will be splattered from glorious impact instead of leaking slowly from my skull to congeal sickly beside where only flesh remains.  I'd be the sausage creature then.

I probably won't make it far, I mean this is the fucking big game hunt where I'd only ever trapped squirrels and rodents.  But I'm about to get on the road and shift up to fifth and just lay on the gas, let go of the steering wheel and close my eyes and that's no way to travel.  There are glimpses to be had on the drive worth more than the destination.  Even if I did at any rate I'd probably find myself on the Lost Highway, and I'd rather arrive deliberately with my wits about me than surprise myself on top of the horror I'm soon to witness.

I either go mad here or there, the way I see it.  I'd prefer it be under my own terms.

[Eater of Clowns]

And damn it all I just saw what happened while I was writing that.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

The Lost Highway may be bad, but it may not be the only highway... and even there' its likely that some flowers are growing in the Median.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it considered bad form to contradict/challenge the central concepts of a psycho letter, at least before it's all played out?

Not if you're a self-proclaimed hippie mahdgjickqual guru.  Then everything is about how nothing is true and it's all fucking fluffy white clouds and pink monkeys and shit and things are only true if you believe them and never mind that shadow forming around you, it's not a big fucking boot coming down, someone is just "drawing down the moon" or some bullshit.  

Goddammit, to hell with it.  We should just rename this board Mystic Wicks II and talk about "sending energy" to anyone who notices that the pleasant meadows we're dancing in is really a conveyor belt, heading for the whirling blades.  That will solve everything.  For a while.

[Captain Utopia]

  to TOG

And damn it all I just saw what happened while I was writing that.

I'd advise ignoring it - pretend the corpse was a speedbump, and the blood on the windshield is just mud.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

to TOG

And damn it all I just saw what happened while I was writing that.

I'd advise ignoring it - pretend the corpse was a speedbump, and the blood on the windshield is just mud.

I'm gonna respond to TOG when I'm not so fucking pissed off.

ETA:  I just wanted to write about my concern for some of my friends that seem to be, you know, dancing a little too fast and a little too close to the edge, so maybe I'd feel a bit better about it and maybe clue them in to how close to the edge they actually are.  Blow off a little steam with some allegory, so to speak.

But now I'm worried AND pissed off, and I really wish to God I hadn't started this thread.  I can't fucking stand it anymore.

[Freeky]

Yeah, I took the onramp to have a joyride on the highway (that's what I thought at least), mostly because I don't like to get left behind if something sounds like fun. And I saw a few things, and I started veering a bit. I ended up turning around pretty quick, though, because I wasn't sure if I ought to keep going or not, and Monkey needed me. Or maybe I haven't got off yet, and I'm fooling myself. Either way, I'm wandering around trying to find out where to go. I haven't got a lot of experience being behind the wheel, ya know?










P.S. I hope this thread doesn't die yet...