Does anyone speak 'hippie babble' anymore

When you're travelling into chaos you gotta watch out, because the sky is dark and cloudy, the waves are strong and vicious, and the lightning will sneak up and smack you upside the head. I like storms. They're very pretty, unless you're trying to travel. Once I was on an airplane and there was a crazy storm. It made the ride very bumpy and there was an annoying baby that kept on crying. I don't like babies very much. I don't want to have kids. I'm just gonna own a nice piece of land and grow everything from fruits, grain, and veggies to marijuana. Speaking of which, that flight just so happened to be flight number 420. Crazy stuff.

 

This dude asked me out at the 16th hole yesterday while it was raining. It was perfect. After that was bliss and comfort....ive never owned a comfy bed....all of my beds were not comfy....my friend Ekims bed is comfy but he wont let me sleep on it because its comfy...so i slept in the bathtub and it was actually quite comfy...

 

The above is a good example of what "hippie babble" means, at least to ME. It's not nonsensical babble, but an extension of Free Association, where instead of one word leading to another, usually the first word that pops into your head, it's the free association of whole ideas cascading off each other, until you are in a totally new place.

Sure, it was Freud who popularized Free Association in his psychoanalysis, and we all know what a mind-fuck that process can be. (Not only do you get your mind fucked, but you actually pay big bucks to have it done to you 3 to 5 times a week!) Still, two good things that flourished from his work were Dream Analysis and Free Association, which are just a blast. And hippies just took it one step further by doing free association on a grand scale and fueled it with mind expanding drugs. It was no longer "what's the first word that comes to mind?" but "what's the first WORLD that comes to mind." ;o)

Back in the 60's you could find places where people started writing wild, free-form thinking on the walls of crash pads. (good "hippie babble" in group settings is like jazz improvisation, with each instrument feeding and inspiring the others), and sometimes even in cool public places. The first time I saw this hippie graffiti being done publicly was on the Sunset Strip in L.A. at places like The Fifth Estate and Pandora's Box, almost forty years ago. But there was one little blurb I saw written in a corner that still sticks with me. I suppose it was simply added to inspire others there, who where having trouble figuring out what to write...

Establish a train of thought.
Derail the train.
Describe the wreck.
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Oh, and sara_rose? Even at just 15 years old, and even though 2005 Iceland is pretty far away from 1965 Sunset Strip, in both time and space, you would have totally blown minds and made a real cool 60's hippie chick. You would have fit right in!

(This is just my third post here, but I'm so HAPPY I found this place. Now I know, for sure, that the 60's will never die! It's alive, SOOO ALIVE, in so many of you, who are so young, young as we were when it all started.)

Peace,
Mojave Joe

 

Many of the young'ens here have picked up on hippie babble pretty well, though us hippiestead folks have a broader difinition of what hippie babble is. To us, it's saying things that mainstream folks would scratch their heads over but hip folks can understand pretty well, especially if it's a personal 'ha-ha' between folks who where at a happening where the babble originated (as is the case with the cartoon castle)

Babble of the day.....

some folks are nuts & some folks are wing-nuts; but have you ever been called a bolt?

 

is that a type of tree~fruit? i don't understand...



i saw a man~insane today, eyes widely wild, tired and scared....all i could say..."you've gone insane!you've gone in sane!" i wanted to comfort him so bad but he's the type of dog that bites the hand that feeds him....the face of her da still remains in my head, in my heart...please leave please leave...

 

That's the problem with insane.. you never know if you went sane or stayed insane. But there's always one type of chaos that is solid like rocks, rocks of wisdom that never quite get there, but are always at the right place. You can't just be at the right place, you have to let the place be at the right you.. but theres always a catch in that what you see may not be what you think and how you think may not be the way in. let it flow like the river, downstream or upstream.. flowing to the sea, where fish are dancing, like jamming river folk.

 

I dunno.. I suck at hippie babble. I mean I was at harvest fest and totally lost in myself.. brothers and sisters all around me babbling like neverending brooks, laughing and carrying on.. trying to get me to bust free, find myself. endless analogy after metaphor, I try to break out.. simply cant. months later at the beach, same scenario occurs, this time I find myself. This time Im free. Free like the birds. But I still suck at hippie babble. All in good time, all in good time

 

Sucking at hippie babble? How exactly do you manage to do that. I mean all you have to do is talk about what's on your mind and make sure that it doesn't matter. Mind over Matter! Ha. What is matter? That's another matter. It doesn't matter. Man, Einstein was a hip guy.

 

beards are like corn, always growing and yellow and eary and shit.... like beverly clearly, beezus and ramona.... the ramones are so ematiated, like my frield paul, and my dad has a friend named paul, and he plays the guitar, and duke robillard is wiiiicked good at the guitar, but my bro was all like "it this phish" and i was like no... so he was like can we listen to phish before they were duke robillard and i was like yea so we put on heavy things

like woolen underwear

 

yeah phish rule, I swim in their music all the time. water's about the only thing that freaks me out though, so I threw my phish cd's in the drier. this is about where my psychiatric help comes in but I let my shrink down cause I didn't have enought nuts or something. his help was just a punch in the guts. the fab four rule too, well except for the fourth one. I tried explaining it to my shrink but he just didn't get it. he doesn't know I can read minds though so I guess that's where it all went wrong since right is just off to the center of east where the moon drifts to sleep. I told him I thought my love was just someone else's anger so he said the word "hate" to see what's in my mind and he just proved my point without even knowing what it is. that's what he calls reverse psychology, but only in my case.
but back to the beatles,
peace and needles,
Robi

 

Beatles - wow, beetles. I love butterflys, and little ladybirds. All insects. Drugs are like a big ol' can of raid, and you're all little bugs. You gotta watch it incase your phone's been bugged lately by The Man. Though why isn't it The Woman? Surely us women can be just as controlling, I mean, we paint our nails and everything and it sure takes fine motor control to not get blue nail varnish all over our hands. Hands up douchebags! Talking of douches, I need a shower...

 

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this is a test​

turn your TVs on​

turn your mind off​

there are wars and rumors of wars​

but it's all right​

sit back​

have another cup of cappicino​

and a bran muffin wrapped in saran wrap​

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If you knew what i old you would be pretty young not in blood but in guns because roses smell of sweetness and lilys to. So don't save your self and be put on a shelf to collect dust and dreams. dreams are for the side lines and lines are straight never go straight but strive to go forward.

 

i just can'tsimpli can't babble, actualy i can do it when i'm talking but when i'm writing like now i simpli lose the thing i was thinkinng about because i write slow

 

Woke up this morning, had some leftover mental for brekky, so I'm at the bus stop eyes rolling and the thing slides past or is that eyes sliding and the thing rolls past but it happens, both ways, and suddenly I stand up and try to run, but I'm being drowned in Jesus and I trip, do that jig thing and I'm skipping alongside banging on the door and thank Humanity the jaws open and there's some freaky little goblin at the wheel shooting daggers.

 

so everything was black and white today, my seargent was a stick figure with that charlie brown voice, wah wah wah wah, then i had to do some pushups for not doing my job and just zoning out, how i hate power trips, the government needs reforming, reforming like a african zoologist destroying the american government, its all about peace and harmony, maybe there is a truth out there somewhere, i'm not really sure though, maybe someone can enlighten me on how to be content with what i got and what i don't got, i don't want possessions, i want love and peace, how sad this world is but how happy at the same time, maybe theres people just like me out there, maybe theres some mystery out there, time to travel if i can as soon as possible!!!

 

ooh yay!! this is fun! ive hippy babbled! i do it all the time but didnt know it had a name or was a specific thign. its just so fun... like improvising poetry (which is best improvised anyway), or free association

 

frogs are falling from the sky, the sky is falling from the apple tree farmed in straight rows of thousands houses all the same identical the identical people getting off the train and the one at the end falls off when the whip goes crack crack is wack keep off the drugs is what i hear from a red faced irish man heroine bob died from an overdose he never did drugs bob went out to the grocery store to pick up a can of milk the bus came by and he went bye bhe be bye bye by everything everything buy buy bye buy when its all bought whats left an empty hole at the end of a shelf at the farmers market and 9:00 on a monday morning waiting and waiting by buy be bought and sold bue by be...

 

There's a frog that lives on my doorstep. He seems nice enough, but i never asked. I wonder if you could get warts on your tongue. That would be pretty nasty. but maybe it would increase oral pleasure, but if the stimulation was processed in a top down mannor as they say in my psychology class i don't think it pleasure coul be possible. Unless you reverse it. Kinda like vision. just switch it around and after a while you won't even notice its upside down. but what if youre brain was flipped then the world be rightside up but would seem upside down. Probably not, but you can't really tell by standing on your head.

 

i used to be able to stand on my head or was my body sitting on my head the world was upside down and down side up before they made it illegal can't anymore now they say its bad for you its a gateway in to doing cartwheels and hand springs and the dreaded hand stands or even walking on your hands. i used to do all of these things and feel fine. i was in the circus. i used to walk on the tightropes and jugle and swing from the trapeze i was good at it to i never hurt myself or anything i had practiced alot. but now its illegal and they say its too dangerous for any on to do. now i just sit in front of the tv all day. they have commercials for things that look good. i'm thinking of buying a new tv. one of those big flatscreen plasma ones.