Can I interrupt your very important business for just one second?

[Luna]

Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.

THE "I" IS FOR MANLINESS!

Right. OK.  

Rick Perri can face a brake rotor with his chest hair.  Fact.

Fucking hell, Dok, do NOT give me visuals like that before bed.

You should see how he hits the lube points on the undercarriage.   

Dok...  I have been drinking kava tea all night to try to unlock the muscles in my back.  This shit gives me whacked out dreams to begin with.  You are NOT HELPING.

And we don't KNOW Perry is gay...  Nobody has come forward to announce the actual gender of the strippers and whores he's been hanging out with...

[Cainad (dec.)]

Damn it all, Dok.

I had just finished stuffing all those thoughts and concerns into a drawer and started to fashion a comfortable little box for myself in the the eternal sea of useless shit. You just HAD to go and yank the fucking drawer out and dump the contents all over my bed, didn't you?



Nothing to say...

Nothing to say...

Nothing to say?

NOTHING TO FUCKING SAY?!


What a load of unbelievable bullshit. I stopped even trying to say that I have nothing to say a while back; stopped sharing those excuses for myself. I stopped because I knew how hollow they were and couldn't stand to put them to the test by showing them to others.

Things have been happening, and my brain is still working. So where did those words go, huh? Blew 'em out my ass, sold them for beer money, baked them into a fucking pie?
They didn't go anywhere, I just stopped having the will to put them out. I lost my confidence, became more obsessed with the form than the content.

So maybe I haven't been hit with the kind of inspiration that led me to put out my best work. So fucking what? That's not a reason to stop. That's what sharing all of this stuff is for, so that other brains can chew it up and have a chance at shitting out the Golden Egg.


I'll write that essay later. I'll finish my letter to Dok when I have a moment of inspiration. I'll contribute to that thread later.

Oh my god shut the fuck up. I'm sick of listening to my crap.



Fuck you, Dok. I didn't ask for this goddamn prescription, and I swear to "Bob" you'll pay. I'm gonna mail that fucking letter.

[Doktor Howl]

Anyone with an "i" on the end of their name (Bobbi, Sandi, etc) is a lesbian. Just sayin'.

THE "I" IS FOR MANLINESS!

Right. OK.  

Rick Perri can face a brake rotor with his chest hair.  Fact.

Fucking hell, Dok, do NOT give me visuals like that before bed.

You should see how he hits the lube points on the undercarriage.   

Dok...  I have been drinking kava tea all night to try to unlock the muscles in my back.  This shit gives me whacked out dreams to begin with.  You are NOT HELPING.

And we don't KNOW Perry is gay...  Nobody has come forward to announce the actual gender of the strippers and whores he's been hanging out with...

He's trying to save them.  Like Jesus.

[BadBeast]

I didn't even know he was gay too.

[Doktor Howl]

Damn it all, Dok.

I had just finished stuffing all those thoughts and concerns into a drawer and started to fashion a comfortable little box for myself in the the eternal sea of useless shit. You just HAD to go and yank the fucking drawer out and dump the contents all over my bed, didn't you?



Nothing to say...

Nothing to say...

Nothing to say?

NOTHING TO FUCKING SAY?!


What a load of unbelievable bullshit. I stopped even trying to say that I have nothing to say a while back; stopped sharing those excuses for myself. I stopped because I knew how hollow they were and couldn't stand to put them to the test by showing them to others.

Things have been happening, and my brain is still working. So where did those words go, huh? Blew 'em out my ass, sold them for beer money, baked them into a fucking pie?
They didn't go anywhere, I just stopped having the will to put them out. I lost my confidence, became more obsessed with the form than the content.

So maybe I haven't been hit with the kind of inspiration that led me to put out my best work. So fucking what? That's not a reason to stop. That's what sharing all of this stuff is for, so that other brains can chew it up and have a chance at shitting out the Golden Egg.


I'll write that essay later. I'll finish my letter to Dok when I have a moment of inspiration. I'll contribute to that thread later.

Oh my god shut the fuck up. I'm sick of listening to my crap.



Fuck you, Dok. I didn't ask for this goddamn prescription, and I swear to "Bob" you'll pay. I'm gonna mail that fucking letter.

It is not the business of a man of SCIENCE to tell you pleasing lies.

[Cainad (dec.)]

I got too damn picky, is what happened. All the little bits of thought settled to the bottom of my thinkpan, and I turned my nose up at all of them.

"They're not as good as some of the ones I've seen before," I said. "No sense in wasting everyone's time with sub-par material."

Then they all just sort of coagulated at the bottom into a big ugly mass of entangled ideas, and it became difficult to talk about one without talking about all of them. Suddenly it seemed wrong to try and address anything without writing the next Great Discordian Essay.

"Holler when the rock hits you, because you'll shut up like hell when you're dead," right? What the hell happened to that?



The BIP didn't stop mattering, the Machine didn't stop grinding its way into the future, and the Spiders never stopped spinning their webs.

There's still plenty of stuff to say, and plenty of brains to mull it over.

We just hit a tipping point of inertia loss, pretty much like LMNO said. When you're going, you want to keep going, but once you stop, you stay stopped.


A swift kick in the butt isn't the necessary cure.

A million steel-toed boots in the ass might be.

[Doktor Howl]

"Holler when the rock hits you, because you'll shut up like hell when you're dead," right? What the hell happened to that?

Nothing happened to that.

Just like nothing happened to rock n roll.

[Richter]

I fart in stereo because I CAN.  Some shit just needs to be done to be shown off.

There's a blessing and a curse in the new security settings at work.  On one hand, I cannot vent my weird at you cats all day.  On the other, the snark, sarcasm, hate, and general perversion now has to go somewhere.  Like my co workers.  Was that really a detailed description of how to Godzilla puke I just gave?  Would they have even considered Godzilla puking if it wasn't for me?  One or two are down with that sort of degeneracy, others are jsut smiling, nodding, and trying to fake it to keep up.  (Apparently doing so makes you mid-mang material anywhere.

There are pills, of course, but I know I do not need them.  Some of the jackoffs do, but I am a stable man.  My work here is necessary at the least, and holy.  I must not afford any disruption.  The spider is now passing out stuff labeled "organic" and "herbal", by the way.  Watch that shit.  The idea is the same though.  You can trust NO ONE and NOTHING to bring you comfort, money or Slack.  Expect anything outside of your own head and hands to pipe it up to you, and you're their slave.  Passive acceptance gets you only passive results.  

Chop down a tree with dynamite and insane laughter, douse it with napalm, Alton Brown some ground beef into a patty, grill it over your war crime, garnish, and eat the HELL out of that cheeseburger.  It can't be said simpler, Verb the HELL out of that Noun / Action.  Before they reposess you adrenal glands and gonads.

[Luna]

Well, then...

Quit bitching here about being blocked, and WRITE.  Shit, if I can do it...

[Doktor Howl]

I fart in stereo because I CAN.  Some shit just needs to be done to be shown off.

There's a blessing and a curse in the new security settings at work.  On one hand, I cannot vent my weird at you cats all day.  On the other, the snark, sarcasm, hate, and general perversion now has to go somewhere.  Like my co workers.  Was that really a detailed description of how to Godzilla puke I just gave?  Would they have even considered Godzilla puking if it wasn't for me?  One or two are down with that sort of degeneracy, others are jsut smiling, nodding, and trying to fake it to keep up.  (Apparently doing so makes you mid-mang material anywhere.

There are pills, of course, but I know I do not need them.  Some of the jackoffs do, but I am a stable man.  My work here is necessary at the least, and holy.  I must not afford any disruption.  The spider is now passing out stuff labeled "organic" and "herbal", by the way.  Watch that shit.  The idea is the same though.  You can trust NO ONE and NOTHING to bring you comfort, money or Slack.  Expect anything outside of your own head and hands to pipe it up to you, and you're their slave.  Passive acceptance gets you only passive results.  

Chop down a tree with dynamite and insane laughter, douse it with napalm, Alton Brown some ground beef into a patty, grill it over your war crime, garnish, and eat the HELL out of that cheeseburger.  It can't be said simpler, Verb the HELL out of that Noun / Action.  Before they reposess you adrenal glands and gonads.

I was wondering what the fuck happened to you.   

Thought you didn't love us anymore.

[Epimetheus]

Free Love was a strategic philosophy, Dok.
...
One of your Bizarre Science buddies has let you in on this secret, no?
It was the perfect way for Them to capitalize on the hippie "movement." Allow them to create - no, become - the ultimate in bio-warfare. Best of all, it required no interference - just let them do what they do.
And I'm the fucking pinnacle, Dok. My diseases have diseases that have psychoses that have fleas.

Shit, the fleas on the viruses in my left nostril are throwing shit at each other. Anyone wanna take bets on how long before they've erected a Colosseptum and are writing tomes on the Sneeze At the End of the World?

[Cainad (dec.)]

"Holler when the rock hits you, because you'll shut up like hell when you're dead," right? What the hell happened to that?

Nothing happened to that.

Just like nothing happened to rock n roll.

Yet another thing to add to the list of things that have been betrayed by most of humanity.

I fart in stereo because I CAN.  Some shit just needs to be done to be shown off.

Quote of the weekend.

[Richter]

Well, then...

Quit bitching here about being blocked, and WRITE.  Shit, if I can do it...

HOLY WORK ^tm

I was wondering what the fuck happened to you.  

Thought you didn't love us anymore.

When I come here now I end up ranting out the windows at the neighbors, then posting.

[Doktor Howl]

Well, then...

Quit bitching here about being blocked, and WRITE.  Shit, if I can do it...

HOLY WORK ^tm

I was wondering what the fuck happened to you.  

Thought you didn't love us anymore.

When I come here now I end up ranting out the windows at the neighbors, then posting.

I used to do that, when I had neighbors.   

[Richter]

Dok, you make the Russians look like pansies for needing to scorch the earth with  actual fire.