Does anyone speak 'hippie babble' anymore

I try to generally keep myself well-spoken and keep my grammar and such proper when I'm writing. The talking is from being the son of a politician, and the writing is from being a bit of a writer...(Buy my book!)

but I can dig hippie babble and i sure as hell wonder off into it from time to time. more now than in the old days which I suppose is probably something to do with more and more of varying substances building up in my system as I walk along the years, or it could be very early senility too - wouldn't doubt it. kinda seems like it'd be fun anyway...being all proper and precise is kinda a box anyway and I always stres thinking outside the box, so by writing that in proper grammar and all i'd be some kinda hypocrite, no? Yes. anyway, i think hippie babble is kinda a metaphor for a whole lifestyle of the ultimate hippie goal - just letting go of everything, all the hang ups, all the worries of what anyone else thinks, and just travelling yer own road. of course yer not actually travelling on a road, just sorta babblin along...but one gets the gist.

 

i'll learn

 

Good thing you didnt hook up cuz who knows what could have happened, i mean theres soooo many risks involved with doing those kinds of things, dangerous things, things that would make you wanna throw up, but when you do throw up make sure to always do it somewhere where it can either 1 be flushed away or 2 could just stay there and not be a bother, bro i remember once my mom had to clean up my brothers puke, boy was she PISSED THE FUCK OFF MAN!!! Im talking about steam coming out of her ears and shit, it was fucking crazy i was trippin so hard

 

Steam out of the ears...a really bad ting.... But mothers have that often. They sometimes even smoke out of the ears like an old baldwin-steamlocomotive. I like steamlocomotives and steamships, too. Want to travel over the ocean in an old steamship..

 

I think I got it!!! Is this hippie babble "My old computer is as slow as a turtle. But when you think about it, turtle aren't very slow. Infact, there are some ver fast turtles in Africa which could have easily won the Hare vs. Turtle race. I watched the Bathurst 3000 last week, I like number 02's car. Oh! I remember on the How To channel a few days ago, the host of Carography was talking about oil leaks. The oil leak on the Gold Coast was not goo. Poor sea creatures."



DID I GET IT ????

 

It seems you got it

poor sea creatures and poor yellow submarine... octopusses garden is spoiled...

 

i wanna learn hippie babble

 

If you read the whole thread you'll propably get it... Then just try it

 

u just gotta try it like some odd looking food that u think is bad but when u eat it ur like wow man this is good, like at the coffee shop down the road where i meat that girl with the washburn guitars there alright guitars but id like something smaller, like those cherry tomatoes, they dont rot as easy so u can get a better harvest, i need a vest btw the other one has to many holes

 

i need to be fixin the hole where the rain gets in to stop my mind from wandering, like around the woods where im told that theres big scary bears but its just bigfoot with an attitude, mad because of the campers leaving fires lit all night that smokes up the sky and the stars cant shine and they cry and fall and a little boy makes a wish on one that he'll get a new puppy because his old one was run over by a jeep with i love bush bumper stickers on it that he got from a hunting store just down the street from the park where people sneak in at night and hide in the bushes and get high then they run into the nearest mcdonalds and order 20 cheeseburgers so the people that are working in the grill have to stay late and they forget to take out the trash and it just keeps piling up until the state deems them unfit parents and take their children away...

 

but the children don't mind being taken from their rooms where all the bad dreams enter their brains but not as scary as the ones that pirates have they're so paranoid they have to sleep with one eye open incase they're attacked by something ferocious like the man with the orange tree the tree that i always steal from down the street the tree that the boy always climbed when hes so small he could fit in the dishwasher where i hand wash all the dirty dishes that pile up inside the sink getting higher and higher until they poke the clouds and the rain washes it all...

 

I've always been a big fan of 'The Great Pearly Sweetwater Smoke-off'....anyone here remember that?

 

Ert & Bernie used to live in the back in the dark in the corner of our bus, they spilled oatmeal back there all the time...Yep Ert & Bernie, Bert & Ernies' oatmeal spilling cousins....

 

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Thing is though that we all ask questions that shine for a while but then realise that you are you. Its so obvious isnt it that everything leads up to a question like this and falls away again into the background. Its like terraforming the mind. remember that band, oh whats their name? the ones who sung -
"You gotta run, run, run,run,run
tell you what you do"
Well they ask a question in that song but when you think about it Joe Dolche
had the answer because he sings
"Whats a matter you,
hey, you gotta a no respect
this is what you do
hey you shaddap a you face!
because you gotta run run run run run
hey whats the matter you"
see it all makes sense doesnt it ?
becaue questions shine a bit

 

Questions lead to answers which lead to more questions...endless circles but they're better when they spiral..................

 

Wow i like hippie babble. I didnt know there was a name for it. I have a name. When i was younger i wanted to change my name to Claire. Claire Danes hasnt done anything in a while. There is this local band called "The Wrath of Claire Danes" Local bands are OK. Local anastesia is better.Some girl accused me of liking butter?Hmmmm...

 

Babble on Babylon!

This one time I was in Babylon, and everybody there was a freakin scumbag, so I hightailed it on out of there and a month later the city was destroyed by a natural disaster. Speaking of scum bags, what exactly is a bag of scum? Has anyone actually ever had a bag of scum? If so what for, and where did it come from? An even beter question would be what are you here for, and where did you come from?
Screw Babylon, I hang my hat in Zion.
Bob Marley knows all about Babylon and Zion.
Bob marley was offed by the evil rulers of Babylon for speaking out. They gave him cancer.
Evil dick tators suck. What is an evil dick tator?
I think its made up of the same stuff they make tator tots out of, only its shaped like a penis and cursed by a witch to make them evil.
Yeah, so these evil dick tators gave Bob Marley cancer,
don't eat the evil dick tators!

 

Everlast strings at strings in my heart, y'know. It's something waaaaarm and it feels oh right, baby, oh so right... Turn left, no right! Don't turn left, don't turn right.

Close your eyes, man. Close your eyes.
God I'm tired, man.
Tired.

 

So what happened to the holy cow that got lost during the kaleidescope in the woods? All I member last is smokin out the troll by the magic bowl on our way up to the phat kids. The frog in the blender was the only piece that survived the trip to Nick at night and back, but in the end, we made it back with greatful dread, Yeti was there, and we remembered to bring the chocolate back to Willie.