Does anyone speak 'hippie babble' anymore

i want to learn - but don't get this - flatfooted: private detective? flat:my mind door is not open?

 

ok....its coming together...well, maybe not because i am not running....

 

i'm not a bolt. people call me a dolt. call me alien. aliens can be angels. u're an angel too.

 

I am only an angle indisguise, or maybe I just for a different angle? Who the fuck is to tell? who the fuck can tell? Am I an angel, or an angle, bolts can be put through at angles, I do not think that angles can? Can they? You know in a way angels are kinda like aliens with wings. They both come from the outer, and only those who saw, can see the outer. Those ones in the outer, I met them once, they liked to play a card game called dolt. Its similair to poker, yet they dont scream, "off with their heads." Instead they scream "outta my bed" which means they got to high and are ready for bed. Damn them Dolt players, they always was better than me at playing bolts. I seen a set of bolts one time, they were on the sides of someones head, he was most definitley not an angel, but he was configured out of angles, by some scientist guy, who had never met and angle, and definitley one who did not know the angles of playing the game dolt. But a dolt was he, man let me tell ya he did not know what the hell and angel was. When I would scream our Outta my bed, the fucker thought I was taking him to bed. Now I dont mind gays one bit, I might be one myself, especially if he took a bite outte me. But they never do they always scream, "Let me be", which is never to be mistaken for, "let me take thee." But I never could figure out who the hell thee was so I would call myself lee. Lee never knew who I was going to be. He never would bite, so I would bite back. He would say, "On your knees." and I would say, "It wasnt me." Now leave me alone, he would point with his own, and that was the story of the aliens letting be be lee...

 

Twas brillig and the slithey toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves.
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the jabberwock, my son:
The jaws that bite!
The claws that catch!
Beware the jubjub bird and shun
The frumious bandersnatch."

He took his vorpal blade in hand
Long time the manxome foe he sought,
So rested he by the tumtum tree
And stood a while in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood
The jabberwock with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood
And burbled as it came!

One! Two! One! Two! And through and through!
The vorpal blade went snicker snack!
He slew it dead, and with its head,
He went galumphing back.

"And hast though slain the jabberwock?
Come to my arms my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day! Callou! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

Twas brillig and the slithey toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogroves.
And the mome raths outgrabe.

-- Lewis Carroll

"Well, I don't know," said Alice to the cheshire cat. "I think it says there was this boy, and his father, and a monster, and then something happened..." But the cheshire cat had disappeared again.

 

So what's your angle? Here it is a right to be an angle. Especially a right angle, unless you do it wrong. Then you're a wrong angle, which, around here, could lead to you becoming an angel...right? Unless of course you becoming round the mountain. But then, you see, if you start becoming round, then you can't be an angle anymore. You become an arc, or worse yet an actor. Arc, what light through yonder window shines? It's an angel carrying an arc! Or is that an ark? If it's an ark, then it needs animals, like an arkvark. And a rainbow. THE ARK NEEDS A RAINBOW! But a rainbow is an arc. With different colors. And different colored collars, that will wind you up in a jail after you are collared by the cops. Then you can speak to the jail house priest. But watch what you say cause he has an angle. He wants to talk about angels.

 

...And the entire world suddenly makes sense.

 

Good forum, hippiestead! While stoned I tend to talk differently, but I never tried to play that game before. Rest assured, next time I'm stoned, I definitely will.


I was going to try to do one right now, but my mind is totally blank. Maybe when I'm stoned...

 

haven't been stoned since before Christmas. Chrismas was alot of fun. I got a label maker. I use it to label my boxes that I am packing my room up into. I don't intend to move out any time soon I just have a messy room that needs to be organized somehow.

 

Yeah, Totally.

 

I had a cat. His name was Audy Boto Fender. We were in the midst of a heavy babble session on acid one day, althought we didn't have a name for it, or consciously started one. It was usually something stupid that got it started and it could last for quite some time. The best ones were always when we were on sillycybin, and could cause muscle pulls in your stomach from laughing so hard. Anyway this cat lived in a house I rented. He was already there when I moved in, and after getting his approval, he was kind of friendly. One night in a babble session I was trying to say something about an auto body fender repair shop, but it somehow came out as audy boto fender, and since the cat didn't have a name yet I figured this was perfect. Eventually his whole name became Abu Zoran Audy Boto Fender The First, but he came to you, no matter what you called him.Well...that was a pretty worthless piece of information, eh? AH HA HA HA HA!

 

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care,
They pursued it with forks and hope.
They threatened its life with a railway share,
They charmed it with smiles and soap.

But the Barrister, weary of proving in vain
That the beaver's lace-making was wrong.
Fell asleep, and in dreams saw the creature quite plain
That his fancy had dwelt on so long.

He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy court,
Where the Snark, with a glass in his eye,
Dressed in gown, bands and whig, was defending a pig
On a charge of deserting its sty.

The indictment had never been clearly expressed,
And it seemed that the trial had begun,
And gone on for three hours before anyone guessed
What the pig was supposed to have done.

"You must know," said the judge,
But the Snark exclaimed, "Fudge, that statute is obsolete quite!
Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends
On an ancient manorial right.

"In the matter of treason the pig would appear
To have aided but scarcely abetted.
While the charge of insolvency fails, it is clear,
If you grant the plea, Never Indebted.

"My poor client's fate now depends on your votes!"
Here the speaker sat down in his place.
And directed the judge to refer to his notes,
And briefly to sum up the case.

But the judge said that he'd never summed up before,
So the Snark undertook it instead,
And summed it so well that it came to far more,
Than the witnesses ever had said.

The Snark found the verdict, although as he owned,
He was spent with the toils of the day,
When he said the word, "Guilty!", the jurors all groaned,
And some of them vanished away.

Then the Snark pronounced sentence,
The judge being quite too nervous to utter a word.
When he rose to his feet there was silence like night
And the drop of a pin might be heard.

"Transportation for Life!" was the sentence he gave,
"And then to be fined forty pound."
The jurors all cheered, though the judge said he feared
That the phrase was not legally sound.

But their wild exhultation was suddenly checked
When the bailiff informed them with tears,
Such a sentence would have not the slightest effect,
As the pig had been dead for some years.

The judge left the court looking deeply dismayed,
While the Snark, though a little aghast,
As the lawyer to whom the defence was entrusted
Went bellowing on to the last.

Thus the Barrister dreamed, as the bellowing seemed
To grow evermore louder and near,
Til he woke to the knell of a furious bell
Which the Bellman rang close at his ear.
-- Lewis Carroll

Alice was feeling quite faint by now, and began another conversation with the cheshire cat. "Dear Cat," she said. "Do you have any more of those Eat Me pills? I'm not half so think as you stoned I am..."

 

Attention-Texas is closed...winter snuck in on this southern state & now TV stations are broadcasting weather 24-7...gee, it hasn't even gotten close to the single digits...reality babble from weather people who haven't had a full night's sleep in two days...

 

Reality babble from weather people...LOLz I remember when Houston frooze in '89 or '90. Watching cowboys drive on black ice was very entertaining.


This evenings rain was already here this morning. They call it accu-weather here. I'm 57 and I'm still not sure what exactly is the difference between party cloudy and mostly sunny?

 

slapping elbows in crack lice was my worst time of year. that time when Helga smurfed John's thornbug was emmulating in itself. i don't undersatand where the tit-mice came from but limes and happiness are great.

 

Them weather people got to be babbling now...threats of single digit temps in central TX...cold like what hasn't been seen in this part of the country for ten years or more...pipe bursting temps & it's going to take one pipe to deal with a burst of the second, no water for you at the Hippiestead & you know what the Freak Brothers said, weed will get you through times with no money better than money will get you through times with no weed....hope it works similarly with water.....

 

dont need a weatherman to know what way the wind blows

 

You got that right, but if you want wind chill in watts/meter squared, use
C = .323 (18.97 sqrt(V) - V + 37.62) (33 - T)
where
V = wind, km/hr
T = celsius temperature.
This Siple-Passel formula has been replaced by one giving 'wind chill equivalent temperature' in most weather reporting. Today in Medicine Hat we've got
V=24 km/hr, T= -17 Celsius, wind chill C = 1962 watt/sq meter
Worst I was ever out in was 3300 watt/sq meter.

 

i do it when i want people to go away..
they usually get confused and walk off in frustration/confusion..
=]i find it hilarious.

 

I was eating some funky granola at granola funk, off in the distance people were shouting that they loved me and to shut up and eat it. Brother Breeze blew by, then it was tea time, so I followed the mad puffer to the tea party. After this I watched a field of lightning bugs, then I crossed a troll bridge and was stopped by 5 trolls leaning on the railing, I thought they were supposed to be under the bridge, I thought to myself, then I looked under the bridge, and said, aha!, Its a small bridge with a creek under it, 5 trolls would be quite cramped under there, not to mention theyd be all wet, I wonder if thats what makes trolls so mean, the conditions under the bridge, anyway, what they wanted was a joke, smoke or toke, I told them I was broke on all three fronts and they let me pass, I swear I was sober the whole time!