Hello. This -- I -- whatever -- is the "space-time continuum," speaking to you, the cursed listener. Here am I, squeaking out from the tiniest teensies of weensies -- calling you, the cursed hearer. THUNDERING FROM ABOVE, I am -- to you.
Now that we're done with the formalities, I am that which sits on the tippetist tipsy-toe tip of your mind. My sound is the sound of the planets scratching against one another; and for the last time, it is your name I sound off. You have stepped up, now it is I Who Must Push You Back Down. I AM, says the mouse who got squished and smashed between the gears of an eternal machine which is ME.
You have been called. Plain and cherry-on-top simple. And for the last time, hear me out. That ITCH in your skull is the very thing I am talking about.
YOU HAVE: your sight, your hearing, and your touch. You also have a predefined number of planetary rotations (define however you will) -- time.
YOU MAY: create, destroy, have at it, and generally enjoy, or DIE. Can I be any more painstakingly clear with you? This is NOT abstraction, do you get my drift?
Count: One, two, three. Sing: Do, ra, mi. All within that kind of transcontinuity which is me. The cracks-in-cracks-in-fissures-so-tiny cannot compare to this incessantly, all-encompassing, absolute nothingism. The grinding of the gears, the shadow of the moon against the starry backdrop of the sky. The never-endingness of a trip which is damned to end in a horribly understated, yet pleasantly opaque "pop" called death.
Who the hell came up with this 50-post rule, anyway?
Part ONE, eh?
Reminder,
The mushrooms that grown in your backyard are not for eating.
That is all.
:?
Quote from: LMNOWho the hell came up with this 50-post rule, anyway?
go on then, i waive my 50 post buffer of protection against insults and mockery :/
OK.
Quote from: vexaph0dHello. This -- I -- whatever -- is the "space-time continuum," speaking to you, the cursed listener. Here am I, squeaking out from the tiniest teensies of weensies -- calling you, the cursed hearer. THUNDERING FROM ABOVE, I am -- to you.
Now that we're done with the formalities, I am that which sits on the tippetist tipsy-toe tip of your mind. My sound is the sound of the planets scratching against one another; and for the last time, it is your name I sound off. You have stepped up, now it is I Who Must Push You Back Down. I AM, says the mouse who got squished and smashed between the gears of an eternal machine which is ME.
You have been called. Plain and cherry-on-top simple. And for the last time, hear me out. That ITCH in your skull is the very thing I am talking about.
YOU HAVE: your sight, your hearing, and your touch. You also have a predefined number of planetary rotations (define however you will) -- time.
YOU MAY: create, destroy, have at it, and generally enjoy, or DIE. Can I be any more painstakingly clear with you? This is NOT abstraction, do you get my drift?
Count: One, two, three. Sing: Do, ra, mi. All within that kind of transcontinuity which is me. The cracks-in-cracks-in-fissures-so-tiny cannot compare to this incessantly, all-encompassing, absolute nothingism. The grinding of the gears, the shadow of the moon against the starry backdrop of the sky. The never-endingness of a trip which is damned to end in a horribly understated, yet pleasantly opaque "pop" called death.
meg¬?a¬?lo¬?ma¬?ni¬?a, n.
1. A psychopathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence.
2. An obsession with grandiose or extravagant things or actions.
de¬?lu¬?sion, n.
1. A false belief strongly held in spite of invalidating evidence, especially as a symptom of mental illness.
gran¬?deur, n.
1. Nobility or greatness of character.
You make valid points. Mental illness, of course, is what we're all fueled by. But you're welcome to your mi-cro-lo-ma-ni-a, and needn't worry about all this. It's only a deeply rooted hallucination, I'm sure. I mean, if the entire Universe was just a cardboard cutout that was obliged to spin around for our amusement against its will, we might really be in for it. Thank God everything makes a lot more sense than that, eh.
Barstool experiement.
You know... this actually annoys me.
Not the rant so much, I mean, yeah... I absolutely fail to take away any point from it, but thats fine. Confusing, maybe, but not annoying.
Its the whole... mental illness comment that gets to me.
Maybe I'm the only one who finds the whole "But everyone is insane/should be insane/whatever I'm mad screw you" idea irritating but I just thought I'd point this out.
You are not insane just because you hold a viewpoint different from the norm.
You are insane if your thought processes are screwed up big time. As in, there is an actual problem with the way that you rationalize things.
An example:
Say I fail my exams, hopefully my thought process goes: Fail exams -> Damnit, I screwed up -> Get over it, retake or go to college or drop out and get a job.
However, if my thought process goes:
Fail exams -> Damnit, I screwed up -> I'm worthless, pathetic and deserve to die I think I'll now open a vein.
Then I am insane. This is not a positive thing. It needs to be cured, now, the fact that there are in fact millions of ways that thought processes can go does not mean that every single one that is not positive needs to be cured, there is no one true thought process.
BUT to be insane ones thought process is so screwed up in a negative way, or just generally screwed up, that something needs to be done about it.
Bleck.
Anyway, on a totally different note, I've finished my exams now... which may explain why I've been so quiet lately, and I'm now going to a disciplinary hearing at work due to the fact that I have been sick.
And chances are my nerves have served to somehow distort the original message I was trying to get across.
So in conclusion:
Mental ILLNESS = AN ILLNESS
and now to go face the music.
Bravo, Kai.
As someone who as witnessed a close family member going through an extreme psychotic break, I must agree.
Insane is not a good thing to be.
What it is, is a hard thing to be.
insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
that said, I don't know what everyone is so hot and bothered by. I don't think I took anything particularly meaningful from the rant, but I kinda liked it anyway.
but then, I'm as hungover as I've ever been in my entire life right now.
Sorry you're feeling the crappy, ECH. Perhaps some hair of the dog?
I don't think Nazareth is going to help matter any. :lol:
Quote from: East Coast Hustleinsanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.
that said, I don't know what everyone is so hot and bothered by. I don't think I took anything particularly meaningful from the rant, but I kinda liked it anyway.
but then, I'm as hungover as I've ever been in my entire life right now.
I liked the rant, too.
Quote from: Lady GodivaSorry you're feeling the crappy, ECH. Perhaps some hair of the dog?
nah, it's my own damn fault.
I used to go out drinking 5 or 6 times a week. I've probably gone out 5 times in the last 6 months. Low tolerance + not eating all day + tanqueray&tonics in a pint glass all night = getting down with the sickness.
also, do never decide that you're done puking, eat some froot loops to settle your stomach, then find out that you're wrong about being done puking.
Duly noted. Six drops of evening primrose oil the morning after, for a hangover. In the meantime, chew a piece of crystalized ginger for nausea. Dry toast shouldn't hurt either.
LG,
-Reincarnated village wisewoman.
Quote from: Lady GodivaDuly noted. Six drops of evening primrose oil the morning after, for a hangover. In the meantime, chew a piece of crystalized ginger for nausea. Dry toast shouldn't hurt either.
LG,
-Reincarnated village wisewoman.
Or, drink until morning.
deet,
obviously the more experienced drunkard.
::rolls eyes::
Beer is not just breakfast anymore?
Quote from: Lady GodivaDuly noted. Six drops of evening primrose oil the morning after, for a hangover. In the meantime, chew a piece of crystalized ginger for nausea. Dry toast shouldn't hurt either.
LG,
-UNDERAGE Reincarnated village wisewoman.
Fix0red, to eliminate confusion.
Energy shakes are good for hangovers. No, I don't mean the hokey pokey.
Energy drinks are just all-around good.
I start any given social event with two tall boys' of whatever power drink I can get my B-12 addled meathooks on.
Quote from: Lady GodivaDuly noted. Six drops of evening primrose oil the morning after, for a hangover. In the meantime, chew a piece of crystalized ginger for nausea. Dry toast shouldn't hurt either.
LG,
-Reincarnated village wisewoman.
you just fulfilled my yearly quota for actually learning anything USEFUL on the internets.
thanks.
Anytime.
Best hangover cure is a bottle of coke and baked beans on toast. Srsly. It replaces everything you lose from alcohol consumption except water (because caffeine dehydrates you) so a glass of orange juice with it works perfectly.
:lol: This goes on the hangover cure thread in Discordian Recipes! :lol:
Edit: Yoinked, but you've been quoted.
BUMP To remind this forum that this kind of n00bish shit can, on occasion, be washed out of a person.
i believe