Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.
Quote from: 3n1g on December 05, 2013, 02:56:33 AM
Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.
Why would
we remember
your childhood?
If you want to run a successful BIP troll, you should probably read it first. Although, admittedly, not everyone who succeeds at that troll has: http://www.principiadiscordia.com/forum/index.php/topic,13141.0.html
Quote from: 3n1g on December 05, 2013, 02:56:33 AM
Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.
Quote from: ErisOh. Well, then, stop.
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 03:10:10 AM
Quote from: 3n1g on December 05, 2013, 02:56:33 AM
Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.
Why would we remember your childhood?
Shit, I don't even remember mine.
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on December 05, 2013, 05:53:19 AM
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 03:10:10 AM
Quote from: 3n1g on December 05, 2013, 02:56:33 AM
Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.
Why would we remember your childhood?
Shit, I don't even remember mine.
I have trouble remembering mine too.
Jesus, am I going to forget my 20s just as easily when I'm 50?
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 05:55:11 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on December 05, 2013, 05:53:19 AM
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 03:10:10 AM
Quote from: 3n1g on December 05, 2013, 02:56:33 AM
Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.
Why would we remember your childhood?
Shit, I don't even remember mine.
I have trouble remembering mine too.
Jesus, am I going to forget my 20s just as easily when I'm 50?
With any luck you'll just remember the awesome shit. :P
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on December 05, 2013, 05:56:20 AM
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 05:55:11 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on December 05, 2013, 05:53:19 AM
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 03:10:10 AM
Quote from: 3n1g on December 05, 2013, 02:56:33 AM
Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.
Why would we remember your childhood?
Shit, I don't even remember mine.
I have trouble remembering mine too.
Jesus, am I going to forget my 20s just as easily when I'm 50?
With any luck you'll just remember the awesome shit. :P
I'll take it
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 05:57:18 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on December 05, 2013, 05:56:20 AM
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 05:55:11 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on December 05, 2013, 05:53:19 AM
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 03:10:10 AM
Quote from: 3n1g on December 05, 2013, 02:56:33 AM
Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.
Why would we remember your childhood?
Shit, I don't even remember mine.
I have trouble remembering mine too.
Jesus, am I going to forget my 20s just as easily when I'm 50?
With any luck you'll just remember the awesome shit. :P
I'll take it
Sold! To the gentleman guitar wielder in the long coat!
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on December 05, 2013, 05:59:14 AM
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 05:57:18 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on December 05, 2013, 05:56:20 AM
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 05:55:11 AM
Quote from: Cardinal Pizza Deliverance. on December 05, 2013, 05:53:19 AM
Quote from: THE PHYTOPHTHORATIC HOLDER OF THE ADVANCED DEGREE on December 05, 2013, 03:10:10 AM
Quote from: 3n1g on December 05, 2013, 02:56:33 AM
Do you remember how, when I was a youth, I would run from one side of the house to the other; or walk down one side of the block, cross and walk down the other side, cross and create a closed loop? That is how I feel about my mind/body/self/ego. I am bouncing off the walls of this section of world. I've explored every part of the BIP I have access to. And the trenches of so-called 'well worn footpaths' that decorate the common areas and my cell have grown too deep to continue passing in them, for fear of drowning in my own over wroughtness. As I sit and swig back a gallon of heaven's hog piss, I reminisce on how I got into all of this and boy, what a hot hot mess.
Why would we remember your childhood?
Shit, I don't even remember mine.
I have trouble remembering mine too.
Jesus, am I going to forget my 20s just as easily when I'm 50?
With any luck you'll just remember the awesome shit. :P
I'll take it
Sold! To the gentleman guitar wielder in the long coat!
The music I'll definitely remember. Gigging is something that, especially when starting out, you feel very ambivalent about, since a certain degree of masochism and bumbling about comes with the territory.
I didn't have a childhood. I sprang fully formed from the forehead of some right-wing extremist mountain man.
Quote from: Payne on December 05, 2013, 06:15:33 AM
I didn't have a childhood. I sprang fully formed from the forehead of some right-wing extremist mountain man.
The only time Payne pit out someone's hayd.
WE HAVE ONLY ONE HOT MESS, AND HIS NAME IS ECH.